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Appeal of the Forbidden

By: Lucas McDrake

Chapter 4-Miscalculation

"Go fish," I giggled.

He mock-glared at me, feigning frustration. He somehow fluidly jerked a card from the pile in between us. It was obvious to see that he was acting for my benefit.

I giggled again as I looked down at my cards. I had one one, two eights, and four sevens. I hadn't put down the matches yet because I wanted to fool Emmett for once. He was too good at everything, so it wouldn't hurt to trick him. Besides, it wasn't cheating...right?

"Have a one?" he asked.

I tried to suppress a smile from stretching across my face.

Keyword-tried.

A giggle erupted from my mouth as I stated, "Yeah."

I quickly handed it over to him. Right as he grabbed it, I set all my cards on the carpet. "I win!" I proclaimed, standing up and jumping for joy.

He quickly inspected all of my remaining cards. "I finally beat you at something!" I yelled.

He laughed along with me. "Yep, you did," he admitted, the smile I was already familiar with spreading across his face.

I liked to see his smile on his face. My smile grew wider in response. "Let's play snaps now!" I offered.

"Good idea!" he agreed.

Post-noon sunlight shined into Emmett's temporary room, making Emmett's skin sparkle. I loved to see Emmett's sparkly skin. It was pretty.

Ever since Alice had left, I had been worried about Bella. I hoped she was alright. She sounded like a nice person from what I'd heard of her from the Cullens.

Today was the day before my birthday. March 18th. Emmett and I were the only ones in the house; everyone else, except Alice, were out hunting. Emmett had gone hunting yesterday, so he didn't need to go with the others.

When I had asked why they were all hunting, Carlisle had replied, "We're getting ready for your birthday party. Wouldn't want any accidents." His tone of voice had been joking, but his eyes had been sad as he had said this. I never asked why, though.

"Who will start?" Emmett asked.

I put my finger on my chin as I pondered on the matter, all thoughts of the past void from my mind at the moment. "You," I stated.

"Okay," he said. He looked up for a while before saying, "Got it!"

He gazed at me, excitement bouncing in his eyes.

"Back to business." Snap-snap-snap. "Right to the good stuff. There it is. Down with the non-believers." Snap. "You go, girl."

I laughed at how silly he made it sound. Then I put my finger on my chin as I thought deeply...back to business would be 'b'...I gradually translated it until I got the word.

"Birthday!" I answered. I smiled.

"Right!" his booming laughter made the floor vibrate, making me laugh, as well.

Suddenly, Emmett turned his head, listening to something.

"Is something wrong?" I asked.

"They're coming back early," Emmett replied. He turned his face to me, and outstretched his arms toward me. "Can I carry you?"

"Sure," I mumbled, confused.

In one of those impossible quick movements of his, I was in his arms being cradled like a baby. I liked being in his arms. I felt...secure.

Using his speed once more, we were downstairs in a flash.

The door opened and slammed so fast that I thought I imagined it. The door was only slammed once, yet all of the Cullens were present, minus Alice and Edward.

"Why the rush?" Emmett asked.

"Alice called us," Carlisle answered. He wasn't even out of breath, or anything of the sort. Jasper had some rips in his clothes, but other than that, no one had any sign of casualty. It made me look all the more pathetic in the midst of their kind.

"About?" Emmett pressed, bringing me away from my unsettling thoughts.

"She gave us another detail of her vision," he responded. He hesitated before continuing. "She can't see Bella coming out of the water."

"What water?" Emmett questioned.

"The ocean at the bottom of the La Push cliffs," Carlisle explained.

Understanding lit Emmett's face. "Oh," he mumbled.

"So," Rosalie stated, "we assume she's dead." She almost seemed a bit smug at the prospect.

I gasped. "Bella's dead?"

"As far as we know," Carlisle reluctantly admitted. "But we still don't know for sure," he added, slightly hopeful. "Alice still needs to check and be sure."

"Might as well tell him," Rosalie advised.

"No," Esme spoke for the first time. "This, of all times, is the worst to reveal any of this to him."

"He might come back to us if he knows," Rosalie reasoned.

"No. We don't know for sure how he would react," Esme countered.

Rosalie glared at Esme for a moment longer before huffing once, and departing up the stairs.

Before anything else could happen, Rosalie was down the stairs again. "I need some time alone," she explained.

Without further ado, she disappeared, apparently departing through the front door.

Everyone stood looking at the front door for a few seconds before leaving at their own time to do other things. Esme got onto the computer in the corner, and continued her architectural work. Carlisle left to his study, while Jasper went upstairs to do who knows what.

Emmett, with me still cradled in his arms, sat on the couch, deep in thought.

Rosalie was in the room again within minutes, and sat by Emmett on the couch. Emmett removed one of his arms from beneath me, and and set it around Rosalie. He still had me cradled in one arm easily. My head rested on his biceps, I cuddled into Emmett's chest that surprisingly seemed to be meant for me to fit in, and got ready to go to sleep.

Breaking the silence, Rosalie's cell phone started ringing. Rosalie looked down at her pocket, as well as Emmett and I. In a blindingly fast movement, the cell phone was pressed to her ear, flipped open. "Alice?" she urged.

There was a pause in which Alice answered. Everyone, minus Rosalie and me, suddenly gasped.

There was total silence-even from the phone-for a whole second.

"How could you?" Esme, her voice filled with sadness, asked.

Rosalie's face was the only one with no emotion. "I thought it would be better for him if he knew."

There was another pause, in which I realized what the gist of this was.

Rosalie had told Edward that Bella was possibly dead.

Rosalie, breaking my train of thought, explained, "He might have came home earlier."

This time, I actually heard Alice yelling on the other side of the line. I couldn't discern what she yelled, though.

"Really?" Only now did emotion leak onto her face. It was a mix of surprise and shame.

Everyone relaxed for a moment. There was more yelling on the other side of the line, followed by a loud gasp from everyone in the room minus me as they resumed their rigid posture.

"No," Rosalie rejected. "He wouldn't do that."

There was more yelling on the phone, followed by silence.

Everyone was frozen. No emotion, besides pure terror, filled everyone's faces-including Emmett's-for a few minutes.

"What's wrong?" I asked, not able to wait any longer for someone to explain.

Emmett, after another moment, was the one to answer my question, face livid as ever.

"Edward's going to kill himself."

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