Chapter 9

SIDENOTE: IN THE LAST CHAPTER IS SAID ALICE'S HEAD WAS BLEEDING, I MEANT TO SAY IT WASN'T. I WENT BACK AND CHANGED IT BUT JUST IN CASE YOUR CONFUSED WHY I DON'T ADDRESS A BLEEDING HEAD, THAT'S WHY. LOL

"Who the Hell are you guys?" Emmett asked for maybe the third or fourth time. He was sitting on cold tile, tied up and angry. These three meat heads had jumped him in the parking lot of his gym. He got a few good shots in, but they came at him from behind and three against one wasn't exactly a fair fight. After a pretty tough blow to the head, he had fallen to the ground. The last thing he saw before passing out was one of them taking his keys and opening his dad's car.

When he woke up, he was here, on this tile floor, hands and legs bound and his mother next to him, trying to wake him up. "Emmett," she put her hands on his face as he opened his eyes, "Sweetheart, are you okay?"

Feeling the roughness of the rope on his face, he responded, "Yeah, but, I don't know when the last time you stroked my cheek was, but your hands have gotten pretty course." He knew that his mom's hands were tied, he could feel that his own were tied too, but, as always, he was trying to lighten the mood. She didn't seem to get it and she removed her hands, head down. "I'm just kidding Mom, your hands are as soft as a Twinkie." At this, Esme smiled and nudged Emmett.

"So, where are we, Mom?" He asked he her.

"A kitchen." Her serious face turned into a little smile. Emmett definitely got his humor from his mom and now she was trying to light the mood.

"Ha. But really, Mom, did you see anything? They brought you here too, didn't they?" Esme nodded. Remembering how rough they were with him, Emmett started to worry. "Did they hurt you?"

"They were already at the house when I came home at lunch. They tried to block me from going in so I kneed one of them in the stomach but they grabbed me. They didn't hurt me, but I was blindfolded and couldn't see what roads we took. We're in some sort of cabin now, that much I can tell."

"Hold on, Mom." Emmett looked around the corner into a living room where the three men that grabbed him were watching TV. He thought maybe they could just slip out, but sensing his thoughts, Esme told him,

"We're chained to the oven." True enough, Emmett looked down to his feet and saw hand cuffs connected to his mom and the handle of the oven.

"Jeez, well at least they could have chained us to a couch or something." Stretching his body as best he could, he yelled at the men, trying to get their attention. "Hey! Who the Hell are you guys? What do you want with us!"

Emmett continued yelling at them and continued getting ignored until the front door opened and a woman walked in telling them, "Shut him up already, I could hear his bloody screams from inside the van." This woman was gorgeous, but sinister looking at the same time. She looked at Emmett and he immediately did what she said as well as giving her the zipped lip signal so she'd know not to send the goons over.

Popping her head back outside, the woman screamed, "Jonathan, tell Steve to wake up the girl and bring them inside! It's getting dark."

"Bring who inside?" Emmett couldn't stay quiet for very long. "You better not have my brother and sister. I'll kill you!" He started struggling against his restraints and one of the goons started walking toward him.

"Didn't the lady just say to shut your pie hole?" The goon questioned him and Emmett just growled.

A couple of minutes later, a drowsy looking Alice slowly walked in, followed by Steve, practically carrying Edward. Steve's arm was tightly around his middle and whenever Edward struggled, Steve would lift him up completely.

"Get off of me!" Edward had let this man touch him in the car for Alice, but he did not want to be manhandled and definitely didn't want to be carried. He saw the man who had picked them up from school exiting the car with his crutches and he was baffled why they wouldn't just let him walk. At least now he knew the man's name and could call out to him, "Jonathan! Let me have my crutches!" Edward was really riled up again and he could feel it getting harder to breath. His next sentence was extremely labored, "I can walk."

Jonathan walked through the door, past Steve and Edward and ruffled Edward's hair, "I'll give them back to you eventually." Edward pulled his head away from the touch.

"Don't you touch him!" Emmett was in the kitchen, attempting to stand up and failing. The goon that was by him pushed him down into a sitting position and gave him a stern finger before walking away.

"Put them with the others" The woman said. Alice walked over to her mother and brother by herself and sat down in between the two, resting her head on her mother's shoulder. Following suit, Steve dragged a heavily breathing Edward next to Emmett, where he sat him down. Emmett immediately put an arm around his brother's shoulder and asked him if he was alright. Edward, like his sister, didn't say anything. He, instead, focused on trying to calm down and leaned heavily on his brother.

"What did you do to them?" Emmett screamed at Steve.

"We're fine, Emmett." Edward said through shaky breaths. Emmett could tell he was out of breath.

"Where's your inhaler, Ed?"

"We don't have them." He took a few deep breaths. "What's going on?"

"Honestly, little brother," he squeezed his shoulders tighter "I have no idea."