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Chapter 9

BPOV

I opened my eyes. I looked around, searching for the source of noise that woke me up. Not finding anything, I flipped over and closed my eyes. Then I heard it again, a knock. Alice.

"Go away," I grumbled.

More knocks. I glanced at my door. It was locked. I thought about getting up and answering it, but exhaustion won over. She'd go away eventually.

"Bella?" That voice got my attention.

"Emmett?" I asked, confused.

"Yeah."

Silence.

"Can I talk to you?" His voice sounded hesitant.

"Umm. Yeah, okay. Just give me a second." I stood up from my bed and went to open the door.

"You look like shit," he said bluntly.

"Thanks to you and your girlfriend."

"Me?"

"She kept me up till four and you come at eight in the morning the next day. Do the math, Emmett," I growled.

"Oh shit. Sorry! I have to head into work early and I know you have an early class today. I wanted to talk to you before you heading off."

"It's all right. Just give me a minute." I headed off to the bathroom after I heard him mumble something about 'being in the kitchen'.

In the bathroom I tried to liven myself up. It wasn't working. The circles under my eyes were pronounced. The last couple of restless nights were showing on my face. Still I tried. I brushed my teeth, washed my face and combed out my tangled hair.

I eventually headed to the kitchen. Emmett wasn't there. I thought he had left, but on my way back to my room I spotted him in the living room. Hesitantly, I sat down on the couch opposite of him. I gave him a tentative smile, which was supposed to signify that I was ready to hear him out. Inside though, I was freaking out. I knew why he was here. He wanted to talk about Forks, Charlie, and himself, but I had no idea exactly what each subject would consists of. I tried to prepare myself, mentally and emotionally.

I looked down towards my lap and waited.

A couple of minutes passed before he broke the silence.

"How's The Beast?"

I relaxed. The Beast was my red '53 Chevy truck. It belonged to Emmett before me. My- Charlie bought it for him when he received his license. Once he moved to Seattle, he bought a used up Jeep with the money he had saved. I arrived car-less. Emmett solved that.

Emmett called it The Beast. Honestly, the name fit.

"It's fine."

He chuckled.

Silence engulfed us once again.

"Listen Bella, I know Rose came to apologize for the way she treated you. I want to apologize as well."

"Emmett, you- you didn't do anything," I said confused.

"I did though. Rosalie ambushed you like that because of me. I let out all my problems out on her and she came and let them out on you." He paused and the continued on. "I convinced you to move out here and you did. You moved here to spend time with me. You've been here for months and we hardly see each other-"

I cut him off. "I understand though. You're busy. You have things to do. I'm busy. Are schedules don't work. There's hardly any time."

A bitter laugh escaped his lips.

"What?" I questioned, confused.

"That's bullshit and you know it. I could make time. I could cut down hours at work. I could do a lot of shit in order to have time."

I processed his words. They hurt. "Why don't you." I asked.

"Why don't you?" he challenged and by the sound of his voice I knew he was hurt as well.

I stayed silence, knowing that if I tried to speak my voice would crack. I wouldn't be able to control my emotions.

Emmett saw this. "Shit. I'm sorry Bella. I didn't come here to tell you shit. I just- come to Forks with me Bella. Make time. We can see Dad-"

"This isn't about time."

"Then what is it about?"

"I can't." I said voice hoarse.

"Why, why not?"

"Em- I can't see him."

He stared at me, hard. "You don't think I resent mom?"

His question caught me off guard. He didn't let me answer though, because he continued on.

"You think that a couple of calls, emails, and gifts changed the fact that she left me?" I didn't look at him. I couldn't. His voice had cracked and I didn't want too see if it was because of tears.

"I didn't get any phone calls, never have I received a thing from him." I said, looking towards the floor.

"Dad, he didn't do that for you, but you know him…"

"No. I don't," I retorted harshly.

"Dad's, he's-he. He doesn't show his emotions, but I can assure you that there wasn't a day that you didn't cross his thoughts."

"Doesn't seem that way," I mumbled.

"Go with me to Forks. See him, talk to him. Find out for yourself."

"I…I don't think I can."

"Why not?" he asked, exasperated.

"I can't go to Forks."

"Bells. You can. I'll take you," he said, while sporting a huge grin. He thought getting there was the problem.

I looked at him, really looked at him. There was hope in his eyes.

I gave him a small smile. His grin widened.

"I'll think about it." I lied.

He believed my lie because the hope in his eyes grew. "Yeah?"

I nodded.

Suddenly, he stood up and picked me up from the couch. I was engulfed in a hug. It took a while for him to release me, but once he finally did I knew I had to make sure he understood.

"This doesn't mean yes, okay? And if I end up not going you have to go still." I was done being selfish.

"Yeah. Okay. But you're going. Just watch." He winked and I laughed.

I shoved his shoulder. "Go to work, you goofball. I have to get ready for class."

"Shit!" he exclaimed, turning and heading towards the door. He stopped midway and faced me. "Bells, we're good, right? I mean all the things we've said. You know I don't resent you, right?"

"Yeah. I know. I don't resent you either."

He smiled and I could see his dimples from where I stood. He turned and walked out.

The front door closed.

"So you will think about it?" came a chipper voice from behind me.

Alice.

-X-

I felt like I was inside this building too much. As if I was the only one who worked this much, the one who took too many phone calls and embarrassed myself too often. But I knew all the other girls were here just as much as I was. The only justifiable difference was that they didn't embarrass themselves as much as me. I already had two people call and laugh, before hanging up. Besides my ego being bruised, I really didn't care, but I knew the people who were running this business did.

In the mood I was in though, I wanted to tell them to go fuck themselves, callers, and owners.

Besides fixing things with Emmett the day felt…off. I don't know if that is the correct word to use. I tried to rationalize why and when my mood had changed. Everything went fine with Emmett. I came in to work happy because of that. But sitting down, waiting for my phone to ring, my mind wandered. I told Emmett that I would think about going to Forks. That was a lie, but he had believed me. He honestly thought I was going to think about it. He believed my words. Alice believed them. Even with everything else I had said they both believed me.

There was nothing to think about though. I knew from the moment I moved out here that I would never set foot in Forks, Washington. I was too wounded.

I had to convince each and every one of them to go though. I didn't need a babysitter, any of them. And if they didn't go, if Emmett didn't go I would feel like a bigger burden. I would feel more selfish that I already was.

My phone rang, pulling me away from my thoughts. I answered and hung up without saying a word. I wasn't in the mood. It wasn't until a minute later that I realized that the person could have been E. I just hanged up on him. My mood turned sullen.

When the phone rang again I debated answering. A part of me wanted to answer in case it was E. Another part didn't want to go through the trouble if it wasn't. The side that wanted to talk to E won.

I answered the line, but didn't say anything. I waited instead.

"Hello? The voice on the line sounded close to his, but it wasn't him. I was sure.

"Hello there." If this was as close to E as I was going to get today than I'd take it.

He stayed silent. I hung up. If he wasn't going to talk then I didn't need him.

I decided to take a break I needed it. I listened to a couple of songs from my ipod, trying to clear my mind from everything. It worked. I took deep breaths and got back to 'work' soon after.

I took all my calls. I made pleasant talk. I'd like to believe my callers were happy. I could be deluding myself though.

One call stood out from the rest.

"What does it look like?" The guy on the line asked.

"A foot?" I said, unsure. Was this guy serious? A foot fetish? He has a sexual interest in feet and at this moment my feet.

"What kind of shoes are you wearing?"

I looked down. I had on my beat up Converse. I was sure he didn't want to hear that. Honestly though, I didn't know what to tell him. Should I say that I was barefoot, maybe in high heels or flip flops?

I went with my first choice, barefoot.

"Oh, that's good." He moaned. Moaned! About my feet!

I didn't know if I should have been laughing my ass off or grossed out.

At least I had answered correctly.

"Are they big?"

My feet? Because that question didn't sound like it pertained to my feet.

Was a size eight big?

"Yes?" I said, hoping that was what he wanted to hear.

"Yeah?" his voice was rough. Obviously, my answer had pleased him. "How are your toes?"

He was kidding, right? I mean this was all a big joke. I waited to hear him laugh or say something, but he stayed silent, waiting for my answer.

I wanted to respond with something witty, like my toes are fine, all eight of them, but I knew if I did I would lose all control and I'd laugh-hysterically, and I'd probably tell him to go fuck himself or a foot.

"My toes, oh yeah they're sexy. Nice and long. Perfect." I laughed, I couldn't help it.

"Are they painted?"

"No." I couldn't take this guy seriously.

"That's good, so good because I want to nibble on your toenails. Will you let me do that, baby?"

I choked on my saliva. Not waiting for my answer, he went on.

"Will you let me suck on your toes? I'd bet you'd like that. Wouldn't you?"

"God yes!" I said, loudly. I was laughing. It was impossible not to. The girl next to me turned around to look at me. I was expecting this. She always did stare.

I moved the phone away from my ear and whispered foot fetish. As if those two words explained my outburst.

"Ahhh," she said, while chuckling. Apparently it did explain everything. I laughed along with her.

It was close to the end of my shift when finally the caller I wanted to talk to called.

"B?"

"E, I was waiting for your call." I said happily, maybe even desperately.

"Sorry. I had to stay after school for awhile." He said, nervously.

"Really?" I said, wanting him to elaborate. He didn't.

"Well it's okay. This guy called and we had a very interesting phone call." I said, changing the subject, and eliminating the silence.

"About what?"

"My feet." I couldn't help the chuckle that escaped my lips.

"What?" he said confused.

"He had a foot fetish."

"Was it bad?"

"Surprisingly, he made my day better. I mean I tried not to laugh throughout the whole thing."

"Maybe he'll call again." His voice sounded hard.

"I hope not. It was funny, but awful. I mean he wanted to hump my leg, well foot! I wanted to tell him to find a foot fetish therapist or something."

"Do those even exist?" He chuckled and I smiled.

"Who knows? So do you need to find a fetish therapist for something?"

"W-what?" he asked, nervously.

"Come on E, what's your fetish?"

"I- I don't think I have one," he mumbled.

"Everyone has one," I contradicted.

"What's yours then?" he challenged, voice firm. I was surprised.

I thought about it. I couldn't come up with anything on the spot. "I don't know."

"Everyone has one, B," he said, repeating my words.

"I didn't say I didn't have one. I just don't know. I guess I have never really put much thought into it."

"B-but you have one?"

"Probably."

I was about to talk, when I heard the same female voice coming from his end of the line. Her voice was low, but now low enough to where I couldn't hear what she was saying. This time I could actually hear her. "Sweetheart, it's late."

Sweetheart?

"Umm, B, I have to go."

"Yeah. Okay," I said, absentmindedly.

"Goodnight."

"Bye." I placed the headset down.

Sweetheart?


Sorry it took so long to update. Honestly? I couldn't get the conversation between Emmett and Bella right; every draft I came up with was crap. Eventually I got it. At least I think I did?

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Oh and thanks to those who gave me the idea of a caller having a foot fetish! hahaha. It was too perfect!

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