Against the Rules
Rating: M
Pairing: Emmett/ , Emmett/Rosalie (brief), and hints of Jakeward (unrequited)
Warnings: Non-con (later on) m/m, m/f, and some child punishment (not from Emmett)
A/N: This chapter starts off in Esme's POV and then goes on to Emmett's. I also go into a little detail about Carlisle for explaining why he feels the way he does. I am not trying to make him the bad guy here.
And also, this chapter is happening the same day as the previous chapter. This is happening while Edward and Anthony are getting checked in at the hospital, but before Anthony goes to school to substitute for Edward. Basically, when I put a chapter into parts, most likely it will be the same day in the story.
Chapter V Part II
Esme
Carlisle was acting very strange lately, not towards me exactly, but to Emmett specifically and speaking of Emmett, she noticed he was a little bit more mopey than usual today.
She knew he had a lot on his plate lately, a part of her sort of wished that this sexuality crisis he was having was a phase, but she immediately pushed those thoughts aside. Emmett was her soon and she loved him unconditionally. She just wished he would come to her more often for comfort. She knew it was much and it probably wouldn't even help much, but still... knowing that someone, even if it just one person, cares and is on your side can go a long.
Esme approached her husband about his strange behavior while she was preparing dinner.
"Hey, sweetie", she said to her well mannered husband when he entered to kitchen.
Carlisle smiled in return stepping in behind her as she tended to the food cooking on the stove.
Esme shuddered, smiling because she still felt those same butterflies she always felt for him before. That feeling never got old. She turned her head and leaned in to give him a chaste kiss on the lips.
She moaned lightly and giggled when her husband started getting handsy, wrapping his arms around her waist.
She pushed him back lightly, blushing a little, "Stop it, dear... I need to cook"
Carlisle chuckled keeping his hands around her waist, "Mmm, can't say I'm sorry about that" he said, being his normally charming self.
So charming that she "almost" had forgotten her question she had.
"Oh, umm... dear, I've been meaning to ask... umm what's been up with you and Emmett lately... I realized that the both of you have been... distant as of late."
Carlisle's smiled faltered and was replaced with a grimace, "I don't... I don't know what your talking about honey" he said, smiling way to hard for her to believe. "And as for Emmett, you know how young boys are, probably having some relationship problems or something. Probably just girls..." His smiled lightened then, "I know I definitely had girl problems back when I was his age. Someone was playing hard to get, as I remember..."
I knew what he was trying to do. He was trying to change the topic and as much as I wanted to press a little bit more on the subject, it was difficult not to feel a little nostalgic myself.
Maybe I'll just ask again later, when he wasn't so tense.
Carlisle
Carlisle went back to the living room to let his wife go back to her cooking without any distractions and plus, it was probably wise to keep away his wife seeing as she was getting suspicious.
'Well, I guess I wasn't being as subtle as I thought I was.' he thought to himself.
It was hard to keep a straight face with this new found information so it's no wonder she figured something was up, he thought and then huffed.
'Hmmph... straight, like my son supposedly wasn't.'
He couldn't believe it. His own flesh and blood was ga-… homosexual. It was hard to even fathom. He felt like he had somehow failed his son and wondered where he went wrong with his son. Maybe he didn't spend enough time with his son.
He loved his son, he really did, but he had to admit that he wasn't as close to him as his wife was. If Emmett had some news to tell, it would most likely be heard by Esme first and then she would relay it to him.
Even though he knew this already, it never bothered him. He was a guy and he knew how men thought. He probably didn't want to seem weak and emotional in front of his dad, but Emmett had one thing wrong there.
Carlisle would always support his son in all of his decisions, providing that they were wise ones, but this... this gay thing, he could not accept.
Emmett was young, naïve and cocky. He thinks with his size and appearance, he could take one anything and anyone. And Carlisle can admit, he probably could if it was a problem of physical nature, but this homosexual thing? If wasn't something that you could combat with physical prowess.
Everyday of his life it will wreck him and those around him. It will slowly drain him of his will and soon he'll be a shell of his former self. Wrecked by his desires and the opposing opnions of those around him, it will crush him.
Carlisle and almost imagine the outcome already. What if someone else finds out about him. It'll spread like wildfire around his school and he'll be an outcast.
He didn't want that for his son. He could already see the effect of it happening to his son right now as he watched him in the living room.
Mindlessly watching the television, turning channels, not even paying attention to what he was watching. He was probably deep in thought.
In his experience homosexuality bought nothing but pain and suffering to himself and those around him.
He could remember himself at Emmett's age.
He could remember the confusing thoughts, the strange yet fulfilling touches, the fire those very touches left in their wake. At the time, he was so sure that was what he wanted. A man's touch, strong and firm and so so much familiar.
He remembers that one weekend when his mother and father went out for the night. He brought over his best friend at the time, Charlie Swan.
He remembers sneaking into his father's alcohol draw and taking a few shots with Charlie.
Everything was hazy to him after that, he remember staring at Charlie's lips and his firm jawline. Being intoxicated, he thought that he had found that arousing.
_flashback...
Later that night they were in his room, listening to music and sharing stories about there high school dramas. They were laughing hysterically for no reason, so hard that they both landed on his bed both heaving to catch a breath. Their bodies were so close together. Charlie's body heat melded with his. It was intoxicating.
He was so hot, he felt like he was on fire, but for some strange reason he was attracted to the body heat of the one next to him. It was like two ends of a magnet. He noticed Charlie's lips again. Subconsciously licking his own. He wondered, he wondered how it would feel if he inched forward, just a little bit and pressed his lips to Charlie's. How would that feel? Would it be as fulfilling as he felt it would be?
Charlie was staring at him with the same intensity as he was giving in return and inched forward as well and now that were close enough so that Carlisle could smell the vodka they had drank earlier on his breath. His eyes also hazy and relaxed.
His movements were almost instinctive, it seemed like they both had wanted this. He inched forward and so did Charlie filling the gap between them, their lips milliseconds away until he heard the room to his door open.
"Hey, son... we're back a little early today, gotta remember I'm getting older than, can't stay out all ni..."
Carlisle probably could had moved away quicker, but he was so drunk that his reaction time was off.
He was frozen into place at the look on his father's face. He knew that look. His lips were firmly pressed together, but his face show no emotions. Then came the worst part, when his lips would curved upward forming a cruel smile. He knew he was in trouble then.
His father crossed his arms over his chest, that smile, still plastered on his face. "Son, I think it's time for your friend to leave now. Don't you agree?" he said.
Carlisle paled, his heart rate doubled along with the rate of his breathing.
The boys immediately pushed away from one another in an instant. Charlie acted fast, so fast you wouldn't even think he was drunk. He sped walked out of his room, his face down to the ground in shame muttering a quiet, "Goodbye , Mr. Cullen" as he fled the room.
His dad's smiled got even wider, almost looking psychotic, "Goodbye, Mr Swan, it's always lovely to see you."
With Charlie gone, it was now quiet, but so loud at the same time.
He waited, hearing Charlie's footsteps going down stairs, then the opening of the door and then after the door had closed, all hell broke loose.
Carlisle winced at the memory of the argument that day.
He remembers his dad screaming at him, asking all sorts of questions and Carlisle didn't know how to answer a single one. So, he sat there, the buzz of the alcohol still in his system, with his face down looking to the bed sheets.
He remembers when his mom came in, hearing the ruckus.
"Hey! What's going on in hear, Why are you yelling at him" My mother asked.
Then father looked back to me, "Why don't you let your abomination of a son fill you in"
My throat was dry, I felt like I couldn't breath.
My mother gasped, "Abomination? What are you... Carlisle, what is he talking about? Tell me!"
Still not making contact with either parent, feeling too ashamed to do so, Carlisle told his Mother what happened. And the expression on his mother's face at that moment till this day sent shivers down his spine.
His mom, stood in place, obviously shocked by the knowledge, tears threatening to fall from her eyes. Her expression turned cold as she looked over to father.
"So, what are we going to do about this?" She asked father.
Carlisle knew what was going to happen before his dad opened his mouth.
"Kneel on the bed, your back facing now, and take off your shirt, NOW" His father instructed. firm, cold and detached.
Silently, Carlisle did as he was instructed, moving to the front of his bed, on his knees, taking off his shirt and then planting chest on the edge of his bed.
His body trembled, knowing what was to come.
Behind him, he heard the sounds of rustling, and the metallic sound of a belt.
It was silent for a few moments and that killed Carlisle the most, not knowing when the first strike was to come and then it finally happened.
The belt strikes his back, HARD. Not expecting the blow, Carlisle cried out in pain, his lips trembling and tears forming in his eyes.
"Honey, how meaning lashes do you think he deserves" His father asked, talking to his mother.
"Well, homosexuality his a sin, dear. That being so, I feel as if the punishment should be harsh. So, maybe... 30 lashes?" She asking, pondering. His mom has never sounded so cruel in his whole life. It was like she was a different person now.
His dad grunted, "I don't know, what do you think son? What do you think you deserve? For this outrageous sin you have committed?"
Carlisle whimpered, he knew that he really didn't have any say in this. "I.. I.. Mom.. Dad, I-I'm so s-sorry... please" Carlisle didn't know what he was pleading.
Then there was another lash, twice as hard time causing him to jump at the painful blow. His hands clutching at his blanket.
"It's not us you should be apologizing to boy, it's the lord... And I think you deserve 50 lashes. I think that's pretty fair right?"
His mother nodded in agreement, "Yes, that sounds just about right, dear."
50 lashes? Carlisle felt like he was going to die before they were finished with him. He held his breath and clenched every part of his body he could to ready himself for the pain to come.
And when they finally did come, he was never ready. How could this be so painful?
Carlisle allowed himself to believe that he deserved this. That way, he didn't struggle and let it just happen.
His blow sent tremors down his spine, they were swift and hard, each and every second.
"Son" His father, grunting after dealing a particularly hard lash, "You have to know that this hurts us more than it does you".
Carlisle found that difficult to believe.
"My own son" His father sounded so broken at the moment and Carlisle almost felt guilty for making his dad feel this way. That was until the next lash came, causing him to grunt and grind his teeth together to prevent himself from making any noise.
"I never would have expected this from you. I thought, no WE thought you were perfect and unflawed AND maybe just maybe I might be at-"
His mother interrupted, "No, honey, you did nothing wrong, we raised our boy right, it was the devil that has gotten a hold of him. We have to do this to him. This'll make him stronger, he will remember this pain every single day of his life every time he even get the temptation. We are doing the right thing."
His mom's soothing voice. almost calmed Carlisle himself.
Maybe she was right, maybe the devil did get a hold of me, giving me these temptations.
Later on, after the vicious beating, nothing was the same.
His parents didn't even look him in the face anymore. His my though, told him that they needed time to adjust. They didn't know how to deal with was he was.
Carlisle pleaded to them, that he wasn't. He wasn't gay, he told them that he took him of there alcohol, he wasn't in his right mind frame. That he wouldn't have done that if he was. He said he thought it was disgusting, he has never thought of doing anything with a man.
He knew deep down, that was a lie, he has had some fleeting thoughts every now and then, but they didn't need to know that. He needed them to believe him.
His parents seemed happy with that knowledge. They believed his excuse, alcohol messes with your mind, so that was easy for them to believe.
"Son, I hope for your sake this was a mistake. You put of through something terrible today, Carlisle." He dad still had the same broken tone of voice he had earlier. "I wouldn't know what to do otherwise".
Carlisle reassured them again and again that it was a mistake and that would it would never happen again.
_ end flashback
And it didn't. He never let that happen again. Everytime he looks himself in the mirror, he sees the bruises on his back from his punishment. They will forever serve as a reminder to him, the pain he has suffered will happen once more if he'd ever let himself falter.
Even though he tried his best to never let Esme see the marks, it was inevitable that she would eventually. And he stop the tears from flowing from her eyes.
She when what happened and all he said in return was that he was a bad boy, with a sad smile on his face and if that wasn't from the truth.
He was a bad boy.
Now, he was standing here in his lying room watching his soon basically drowning in what seemed like depression. He wasn't going to allow his son to go out himself through the pain and suffering.
More determined than ever, Carlisle walked over to Emmett laying on the couch and cleared his throat to get his attention.
Emmett slowly turned to him, "Yeah. Dad?"
Carlisle sat on the other side of the couch farther away from Emmett, "Son, I-I have something that we need to-"
The sound of a bell echoed through the McCarthy household, "Boys! Dinner is ready, get on in here!"
Carlisle smiled lightly, his nostrils filled with the delicious scent of her spaghetti and meatballs with Italian bread. It was a family favorite.
He looked over to Emmett who was sporting the same somber look he was earlier.
If there any confirmation that Emmett was having any problems with this "gay" thing, this was it.
Emmett loves his mother's spaghetti and meat balls, he remembers how excited he would get about it. Jumping around and filling his plate to the brim, then later on whining to his mother about his full stomach.
He'll get Emmett through this, he won't let this homosexuality thing drive his son away from his family.
Carlisle raised his hand, placing it on his shoulder and squeezing gently. "Come on son, we'll talk during dinner."
Emmett
He knew something he up the moment his Dad walked in the living room. He didn't say anything though, he just let him stand there. He didn't look to happy either, judging from that painful expression on his face. Emmett wondered what he was thinking about.
Then his father came over to talk to him. He didn't sound angry or anything so he didn't think he was in trouble. All his grades were subpar, well, except for history class. He was barely at a C. Mr. Cullen just made it seem like the most fascinating thing in the world, the way he would go on and on, while the class the is just sitting and confused as hell.
Anyways, whatever his dad had to talk about, it wasn't anything school related.
A few moments later when he heard his mom's ring the dinner bell, he smelled his mom's famous spaghetti and meatballs. It "almost" put a smile to his face, then he started thinking about Rosalie, how selfish she was and Anthony, just tossing me away like trash. He was supposed to be helping me, not just quitting when things got stuff.
Screw them both, I didn't need either of them.
After Emmett and his Dad set the dinner table, Esme filled their plates up and we began eating.
Before dinner started, Emmett recalled that his father said he wanted to talk to him about something. He was feeling kind of anxious now. Dad had kept sneaking glances at him when he was looking down at his plate and eating. Then his Mom was looking at his Dad giving him strange looks.
Emmett didn't know what the hell was going on and Emmett couldn't take any more of this silence. Something was obviously up here.
Emmett dropped his fork down with a huge sigh, the sound of metal hitting a hard object got his parents attention and they were now looking at him now with confused expression on their faces.
Good, then Emmett wouldn't be the only confused here.
"Alright, seriously what's the problem?" He asked, frustrated.
"I... Emmett, I don't know what your talking about", his mother said, sounding as puzzled as he was.
His father placed his fork on the table and met eyes with Emmett, "Son, maybe that's a question you should be answering for us."
Emmett opened his mouth to answer, but his father put on finger up signaling to let him finish and Emmett did just that. He knew for a fact that his Dad hated nothing more than being talked over.
"Now, you've been moping all over the house all weekend now. Your Mom and I have both noticed this, is there anything that you need to tell us, son?" He Dad said, eyebrows raised.
His Mom stayed silent, but was staring at him as well, clearing wanting an answer too.
Emmett went to reply, but all that came out was a squak. He was feeling cornered at the moment and was completely uncomfortable. He cleared his throat and tried once more, "Why are you guys ganging up on me like this? And I'm fine."
"Emmett" His Mom finally decided to speak, "Th-that's obviously a lie. Your father is right, you've been quiet all weekend, you barely spoke a word to us. We are for you, y'know. You can tell us anything."
Emmett stared at his mom directly, eye relaying for serious he was, "No, mom you're wrong. I can't tell you guys...anything. You know that, mom" Emmett said, trying to hint to her what was ailing him.
It wasn't his mom he was worried about. It was his father.
Her face showed confusion for a few moments, crinkled in thought. Emmett knew she got the hint when she gasped and looked away.
It was Carlisle's turn to be confused now, "Wh-what does that supposed to mean?" He turned to Mom, "And Esme, you know what is bothering him. Why is it that I am out of the loop." His asked, clearly anger by now.
Esme didn't answer, looking at Dad with guilty eyes. "Honey... I- I don't know if you want to hear-"
"Mom!" Emmett exclaimed, then his voice softened, showing how vulnerable his was, "Please"
Carlisle looked back and forth between is distraught son and wife waiting for an answer, his lips firmly pressed against one another.
After a few moments of silence, Carlisle spoke once more, "Emmett, I was going to give you some time to open up and tell, but apparently that's not going to happen. I can't believe you guys would keep something like this away from me."
He continued, "Esme, I'm his father for Christ's sake, I deserve to know."
Esme shook her head, her eye were getting watery now "Not this, you don't know... you may think you know, but you don't just... please leave it."
Emmett was feeling panicked now. Was it even possible? Could he know? And if so, how?
"I do know, I do know that our son thinks that he is a homosexual."
'He-he... knows. How did he... ' Emmett looks towards his mom for answer, but she seemed to be just as in shock as he was himself.
"Carlisle, why would you even think that?" she said, trying to defend Emmett. Emmett wouldn't get his hopes up, his father just knew. That looks in his eyes when he said it. There was nothing anyone could say to sway his opinion. Emmett was still grateful though, he had someone on his side. That didn't change the fact that he was scared though.
"An-and so what if is? He's our son, your suppose to love him regardless"
Carlisle looked flabbergasted, "What do you mean so what if he is, you make it seem like it's simple"
"It is simple! Carlisle, If he is gay, that's it. Why does it have to be more than that. He is still our son. He's still Emmett"
"No" Carlisle shook his head, "It's not it's that simple. And stop saying "if", I already know, we both know it's true, he told you didn't he?"
Esme didn't replied to that.
"And I can't believe that you would encourage this nonsense. Do you know how much pain he is going to go through thinking this, no let me correct that, how much pain he is going through right now. You've seen him. What do you think he's been moping around the house because of his grades?"
"No, I didn't think... That doesn't matter either way, because regardless of that, that's what we are for. We have to support him at times like these."
"Our support means nothing, do you know how much rejection he is going to deal with now? You act like homosexuality is widely accepted now. People still find it disgusting and sinful and people willl find out one way or another. Do you want to see our child go through that?"
"Of course not! I don't want that for-"
"CAN YOU TWO STOP TALKING ABOUT ME LIKE I'M NOT HERE!" Emmett finally screamed, sick and tired of the two arguing in front of him.
"Hmph, now you chose to speak. Emmett, you should have told me, that you think you're gay. I could have talked to you." Carlisle said.
"Stop saying "think!" don't think, I know Dad, I know. I've had enough time thinking about to know by now. I like guys, hell I like girls too."
"No, you can't like both, it' s either one or the other, Emmett... I beg of you, let me help you before this gets to far. Please" Carlisle pleaded, and he seemed sincere.
Emmett didn't care though, he already went this far. He didn't go through all of this for nothing. "And, Mom's right, you are my father you are supposed to support me. Maybe that's why I didn't tell you, because I knew you were going to give me trouble."
"Of course I wouldn't support this, like you said, I am your father, It's my job to support you and if I allow this gay thing with you to continue, I wouldn't be doing my job."
"Carlisle!" Esme exclaimed, "You are getting out of line now"
"How am I out of line here, for wanting to protect my son, oh yeah, I'm a horrible father, for sure. I won't change my mind and I will not be swayed on this. I refuse to watch my son live this lifestyle he is choosing" Carlisle replied sarcastically.
And that's where Emmett had lose it.
Emmett immediately stood up. both palms slamming against the dinner table with so much force the table shook along with the plate and silverware. "Then don't! You don't have to watch anything and I never asked you!" he bellowed causing his mom to gasp. Emmett was furious and he lost of fraction of that fury when he looked over to his mom.
Tears were streaming down her, her lips trembling, she was scared. Not of us actually, but to where this argument was leading up to. Emmett would always be grateful to his mother for her acceptance. This argument was what she was trying to prevent this whole entire time. She wanted to wait for the right time to bring it up, but what she didn't know was that this would happen no matter what.
His Dad would feel the same regardless and so would Emmett. He could tell that from the defiant disapproving look on his face and it never fail to anger Emmett further.
His Dad was one of those homophobic assholes, no matter however he wanted to cover it up. Trying to save face for mom, making seem like he was trying to protect me. That was all bullshit. His problems had nothing to do with being gay or bi, whatever. It had to do with people constantly fucking him over when he needed them the most.
It seemed like every time he starts to form a bond with someone they always screw him over. Every time someone becomes important to him, they screw him over. First, there was Rosalie, then Anthony and now it was his own Dad. Emmett could understand if somehow the fault had lied with him, but it didn't. Emmett hasn't done anything wrong at all.
Emmett was just sick of this all.
He glanced over to his Mom with a sad smile, able to compose himself to talk to her at least, "Mom, I'm really sorry about all of this" and then to his infuriated father, "And you...screw you. Stop acting like this is some father trying to protect his son thing. We both know that's not true. I don't know screwed up shit with gay people happened with you, but don't put the crap on me., your own son."
It made Emmett feel better when his Dad grunted, looking away from him. That statement obviously surprised him which meant it was probably true.
Emmett step away from to table, "I'm going to bed, thanks for the dinner, Ma" and with that he turned to leave to his room.
Carlisle seemed to snap out of his stupor then "Emmett McCarthy, I am not finished talking to you. I swear, if you leave this table...".
Emmett turned around, his eyes seemed to darken. "You wanna try to stop me?" Emmett literally growled, nearly inhuman, an unspoken threat.
Carlisle's eye widened, staggering back not expecting that comment.
Emmett let out a quick breath, "I thought so". His final words before departing to kitchen.
And for the first time ever, not a single word for spoken by any of the occupants of the McCarthy for the rest of the night. It wouldn't be over exaggerating to say the sound of a pen dropping would seem like the sound of a car crash.
