A/N: Sorry for the delay. I was completely busy all day yesterday, so yeah.... It's a little shorter than usual, but your lucky you got this much. I kind of have writer's block currently, so yeah.... Hope you enjoy. Review!


Chapter 2

EPOV

Mike stood flabbergasted at what had just happened, when he muttered, "Damn. That's never happened before." Damn was correct. Damn, I've never seen such a girl that was that alluring. Damn, I've never been turned on that fast by a girl. Damn, I've never had fantasies quite as vivid as that one. Damn was right.

I tried to read my book again, but was unsuccessful again. I was enthralled by her, I couldn't get her flawlessness out of my mind. Every piece of her skin that had been revealed was plastered to my mind. My imagination could never do her justice, and for once I was kind of jealous of Mike. I wished I could of seen her, been with her. Maybe not in the state she was in last night, but still... I tried to keep my thoughts away for her by reading the words of Jules Verne, but I wasn't absorbing it. My mind was absorbed in her, and I gave in. I gave into my fantasies and became consumed by the images my mind produced.

I imagined that we were on a date and I was about to take her to her apartment, but instead of turning where I should've I turned into my apartment parking lot, offering a cup of coffee in my apartment. She was hesitant, knowing the attachments to the seemingly innocent offer, but she agreed. As I let her into the apartment she was surprised to see the rose petals littering the room. She was surprised to see the candles that dimly lit the room. I had prepared. I quickly began to make the coffee, still pretending that the pretenses of her coming up her existed, but before I could pour the water, she came up behind me and blew her sweet smell into my ear. I dumped the water in the sink and slowly turned around, a grin growing on my face. Her face was flushed and excited, and without a second of hesitation I took her face into my hands and began to kiss her. She immediately began to kiss back. Our kiss became intense and passionate. As they became even more fervent our hands began to roam each other. As she took a second to catch her breath I continued kissing her, along her neck as she began to try and say that we should move this to the bedroom. I replied with a quick sure between kisses. With that I began to carry her bridal style to my bedroom-

"Edward!" That broke me from my fantasies. It was Emmett. "Wow, I've never seen you so lost in a book before," he said while give me a puzzling look. "Although I didn't know Jules Verne wrote porn," he said making me realize that the fantasies of the girls had manifested physically. I gasped at my realization, and quickly rearranged my position to hide my condition. When was the last time that happened from a fantasy?! He laughed at how I handled it and simply shook off what had happened in the last two seconds. "Anyway I found Tyler," he said proudly. Which was surprising, last time Emmett sought out to find Tyler it took almost the whole day, and it wasn't even lunch.

"Wow, that was fast!" I replied sarcastically.

"Actually I could have been here faster," he said proudly. That confused me. What did he mean by he could have been faster?

"What do you mean?" I asked curiously.

Deciding to satiate my curiosity he said, "I ran into Bella. Somehow she ended up in this part of town. She'd had left her pants at the place she ended up last night, and was too shaken to go back to get 'em. She really just wanted to get out of the situation. I'm gonna fucking kill that God damned bastard who brought her to these parts just to have a little fun," he said gravely, but I could here the hatred building up in his words. Bella was like his little sister, and for her to be in the dangerous part of down worried him.

"I'm sorry." I couldn't empathize; I didn't have a sister, but I really wish I could've helped.

"It's okay," he mumbled, but I could see how it hurt him. He really hated not being able to protect her; they'd known each other since the second grade and I'm pretty sure her mom made him promise to protect her. "Anyway," he said happily, trying to be free spirited, "I better get this guy to his room." Tyler did need to lie down, he looked terrible. So, Emmett guided him to his bedroom. Despite Emmett's predicament I was happy to know that because of that story my little predicament had been solved.

So with that thought in mind I steered cleared from thoughts of her and thought about what happened to Bella. I thought about the ways that Emmett would kill the son of a bitch who fucked Bella. I was only 30 seconds into my murderous thoughts, when Emmett came storming into the living room holding a razr; it had a light blue shell and key chain that was a "B".

"What's this?" he asked Mike; anger was about to consume him and I could that his breathing was becoming heavy.

"It looks like a cellphone," he said nonchalantly.

"What's it doing in our apartment?!"

"Well we all have cell-" Mike began.

"What is this cellphone doing in our apartment," he amended, the anger and rage had overwhelmed him wholly.

"Uh, I don't know," Mike replied as he began to flip through his magazine, he was obviously getting tired of Emmett's antics.

"You should," Emmett said gravely. Mike looked up from him magazine and raised his eyebrows.

"And why is that."

"Well it was in the pocket of the girl's jeans you slept with last night," he rebuked. That surprised Mike.

"What do you mean?" he asked, confused.

"When I was in your bedroom it was in a pair of jeans. Jeans that clearly weren't meant for men, jeans that were those of the girl you bagged last night," he said gravely.

"Okay, and what's your problem, then? I'll find her, and return her stuff."

"Oh, you won't have to," he said in a matter-of-fact tone. Mike was even more confused than before and Emmett's crypticness was only making his mood worse.

"And why is that, Emmett?" he asked bitterly.

"Because I'll return it to her." That really made him mad. Emmett was becoming more and more arcane, something that annoyed us all. And, my attention was captivated in the scene before me. I felt like I was on the edge of my seat, waiting for the big secret to be revealed. And Emmett kept delaying the revelation.

"Emmett, just tell me what's going on," Mike said, finally fed up with his games.

"Why don't you," but before Mike could respond Emmett continued. "Why don't you tell me who you brought home last night? Why don't you tell me who my best friend is? Why don't you tell me who it is that I've known since the second grade and to me is like my little sister?" My eyes grew wide. Did he mean to tell us that Bella, the Bella, was the same girl Mike had nailed last night. That Bella was the same girl I'd fantasized over. I couldn't believe this was happening. My breathing became rapid as the realization hit me. I glanced over at Mike who was also beginning to realize what Emmett just said.

"Y- you don't mean to say... that Bella... was the girl... I s-slept with last night?" Mike stammered. I could see the fear building inside him. We both knew how Emmett felt about guys who took advantage of his "little sister". He'd already told me that he wanted to kill this one.

"That's exactly what I mean," he said grimly. I could see demons possess him as he became no longer Emmett. Left in the void was anger and rage. Uncontrollable rage.

"I- I'm sorry," Mike whispered feebly, too terrified to make his apologies heartfelt.

"Mike, did you even think to ask for a name?" he asked, jaw clenched and breathing heavily.

"No, not really," he whispered, barely audible. I could here the shame in his voice.

"How could you be so reckless? It's one thing to fuck a random stranger and treat her like dirt. But, to do it to my best friend?! Weren't your actions despicable enough!?!" he yelled, full of hatred and passion. "She's like my little sister, Mike. Can you not get that through your thick head? Can you not understand that I feel like I have to protect her? Do you not understand that you just treated my little sister like every other girl you treat every other girl, like they're just a tool for your pleasure, that there only purpose in life is to fuel your ego? Do you not get that it's bad enough for you to treat a random stranger? And, then do it to someone who isn't a random stranger, one that means something to me? Do you not see your faults? Do you not think that what you're doing is bad? Do you not think about your actions?! Huh, please indulge. Tell my why on earth you think it's okay what you do?! Tell my why you think its okay to prey upon the vulnerable."

Emmett was scary; I was terrified and I wasn't even the one who was being yelled at. Muscles taught, jaw clenched, breathing labored, and the power of his voice made him undeniably the most terrifying creature alive. Even though I hadn't done anything per-se I felt horribly guilty. Had I honestly thought of Bella, his best friend and "little sister" that way? How sick could I get? How could I ever imagine those things after what happened let alone, but about Bella. I mean yeah she was inconceivably hot, but she was Bella, she was forbidden.

"I'm so sorry," Mike apologized. He succeeded in making it sound convincing, but it wasn't by any means enough for Emmett.

"Just go," he said venomously. Mike understood that Emmett needed time and without a word he left. Emmett was finally calming down, but still very pissed. But, I think it was safe to say no one's life's endangered anymore. "What a bastard," Emmett muttered resentfully to himself.

I felt so guilty. How could I have fantasized about Bella? How could I have wanted her? How could I have let that happen? How could I do that? She deserved better than me, she deserved better than any of us, that's the whole reason she was never allowed to come over here.

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I tried to read Jules Verne, and for the first time today I succeeded. I needed to kill time, I needed to be able to hold off on the thinking of what I've done, and the distraction the book presented was great. I would eventually think about it, but really needed time. I needed time to get over the shock. I needed time to give me perspective. I needed time to have all of this blow over for everyone else. I needed time to eventually face my sins. I was too close to them right now, and I needed to look at them clinically. I needed to see myself from an outsider's point of view. And, I couldn't do that until I had time and space.

After an hour of reading my book Emmett was still moping around, still pissed, and still had to attend a lunch with Bella and Alice. I felt like I was locked in here to he left, and I needed to get out. Get away. Get away from the drama. Get away from my faults. Get away from my guilt. And, I felt trapped here. I felt like I was in a prison. And, with that in mind a plot developed.

I had planned on staying here for christmas break. I could have the whole apartment to myself. I could skip the drama of home. I wouldn't have to deal with the place I left behind, but that's exactly what I needed. I needed to leave the present for the past. I needed to get lost in the drama of a place where I could escape easily. It was the perfect escape. The perfect distraction.

So, as my idea became fully developed I came up with a game plan. I would leave today, right after lunch. I would drive to Chicago, and arrive there in a few days, surprising my parents who thought I'd stay away; like I had the last three years. I would make up a sap story for missing them, and needing to see them. And, I would get caught up in all the drama of the past and forget about the more recent events.

As I finished figuring out what I'd do, I felt fairly satisfied with myself. It was somewhat genius, and it definitely would work. So, I retreated to my room to begin packing. Emmett was in there talking on Bella's phone. "You left it in my apartment." God, I was trying to get away from this mess, and yet it kept coming back so I quickly zoned him out without letting another word from his mouth enter my mind. I began to pack, knowing that it would take a while. As I packed mindlessly I refused to let my thoughts wander. It took a great deal of time, and by the time I was done the scenery had changed. Emmett had left for lunch, Tyler had finally woken from his coma-like state, and Mike was still out. I was the only one left in the apartment, and the space felt good. I realized though if I wanted to make it to Chicago before Christmas I had to get going immediately.

On my way out I grabbed a granola bar to sate the hunger developing in my stomach. With out another thought I left the apartment, locked up and began to embark on the adventure of the past.

I began to commence the journey that would bring me to my sweet escape.

I began to get away from the present situation, in turn to deal with the past situation.

I began to undertake a situation that I tried to escape by coming here, only to use it now as an escape.