DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS FROM TWILIGHT. THEY ALL BELONG TO STEPHENIE MEYER.

All right, I'll admit, that was mean of me to put another cliffie in like that. I can't promise that it won't happen again, but I can say that you will find out what Emmett's planning in this chapter (if you haven't already - I know one of you already has).

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SCENES THAT SOME MAY FIND DISTURBING.

EPOV

"Emmett," I said, my voice audibly shaking with the fear that was welling up inside me. "Don't."

Had he completely lost his mind? I could see the tears rolling down his cheeks as he was shaking his head walking towards me. He was blocking the door so I had no way of getting out.

I was trapped.

"I'm sorry Edward." He said, still moving toward me, moving so slowly it was unnatural for him. Emmett was normally fast and bouncy - or at least he had been - so this slow pace scared me even more as it was so out of character. Even if I hadn't realised what he was planning, I would've guessed something wasn't right with him. "I just don't know what else to do." He was now standing directly in front of me. I really was trapped. I knew what he was planning to do, and I also knew that I couldn't stay here and let him do this to me.

I stood up and attempted to push my way past him. I should have known that he wasn't going to let me pass.

He grabbed my arm so hard that his grip hurt. I knew it was going to bruise, but I wasn't worried about that at the moment. All I knew was that I had to get out of there. And fast. But Emmett's grip told me that he had other ideas. He wasn't going to let me leave, not until he had done what he came to do.

Before I knew what had happened he had spun me around so he was behind me. He was holding me to his chest in a vice like grip.

"Emmett," I gasped. His grip was crushing me, making it so I couldn't move. Even so, I struggled. I kicked him in the leg, causing him to fall to the floor. He let me go and I attempted to get out of there while I had the chance. Again Emmett had other ideas.

He grabbed my ankle and I fell to the ground, whacking my head on the floor so hard it began to throb instantaneously.

The next thing I knew Emmett was on top of me, pinning me to the ground with his knee. Again, he was crushing me. What with him weighing so much more than I did, it was hardly surprising. "Emmett," I gasped. "I can't breathe." But he wasn't listening to me. He was focused on the bag he had in his hand. He opened it and put it on the floor next to me, still sobbing and shaking his head, furiously muttering "I'm sorry, Eddie. I'm so sorry." Even now he had to use the irritating nickname he knew I hated.

Why is he doing this? I thought, panicking. I had to get him off me, or I was going to suffocate. Has he lost his mind?

I tried shouting for Carlisle or Esme, but Emmett's weight was so much on my chest that I couldn't breathe in enough to make a sound.

He moved his knee off of my chest and in one quick motion pinned me to his chest again, pinning my arms behind me, between my body and his so I couldn't fight him off. Now I knew why he had been the best wrestler at our last school in Chicago. Even though I knew that I wasn't going to be able to get free I kept on struggling. I wasn't going to give up. Not with Emmett like this. He wouldn't win. Not after all this time. He wouldn't win. He couldn't win!!

Next thing I knew, Emmett was reaching into the bag that he'd put on the floor with his free hand, still sobbing, muttering apologies for what he was about to do.

"Emmett," I begged him. "Don't. Please. Stop it!" I had tears welling up in my eyes. Tears of fear. "Emmett, please stop it. Please!" I knew I was begging, and I didn't care. I would do anything to stop Emmett from doing what he was about to do.

"I can't Edward!" He said. "If you won't feed yourself, then someone's got to do it for you!"

Before I knew it, he'd taken something out of the bag and tried to shove it in my mouth. I'd clamped my mouth shut and I wasn't planning on opening it any time soon. I knew that wasn't enough to get Emmett to give up. He was intent on trying to get whatever it was into my body. I didn't have a clue what it was as I had shut my eyes when I'd seen the maniacal look in Emmett's eyes.

It scared me when he was like this. He was unpredicatable. And he was strong. Much stronger than he was normally.

"Please Edward. Just eat it!" Emmett was now trying to force my mouth open. I forced my lips tighter and tighter together until they started to pulse along with my head. I was amazed at the fact that I hadn't passed out from that blow.

I felt one of his fingernails rip my lip and I cried out in pain. Emmett took this as the opportunity he needed and shoved the food in my mouth. It hurt because it hit the back of my throat causing me to gag.

It was something sickly and sweet. Something with chocolate in it. I tried to spit it out but he had clamped his hand over my mouth so I couldn't. I also couldn't breathe because he had his hand pressed over my nose as well. He was sobbing, rocking backwards and forwards, muttering. "I'm so sorry Eddie. Just swallow it man! You need to swallow it!"

I knew he was right, because if I didn't he wasn't going to move his hand and I was going to pass out.

The food was disgusting in my mouth. I hated the texture, the taste, everything. I also hated the fact that the only way I was going to get free was to swallow it. It went against everything that I had worked for for the last five years. I had attained such perfect control, to the point where I was able to turn down food when it had been sat there right under my nose and now that was being ruined by my maniac of a brother who had decided to take matters into his own hands. Why the couldn't he leave me the hell alone?!

It went against everything I had drilled into myself for the last five years. I mustered all the strength I had and swallowed the sickly lump that was in my mouth. The feeling of it was horrible. It made me feel weak to feel the food travelling into my stomach. I hated it even more than the taste of whatever it had been in my mouth.

"That wasn't so hard was it?" Emmett was congratulating me in swallowing the foul thing. He had taken his hand away from my mouth and I inhaled a large breath. "Here, have some more." He tried forcing some more of it down my throat.

"Emmett, please." I begged. I was crying now. It scared me when Emmett was like this. I had no idea what he was going to do. I felt powerless. "Please, don't. Stop it, please! Don't!" I tried turning my head away from his hand, but he had grabbed my chin and was trying to force my mouth open again.

"EMMETT!!!" I heard Carlisle scream. "Let him go!! NOW!" I felt someone grab Emmett and pull him away from me. I flopped onto the floor, finally able to breathe properly again, coughing as I rolled over onto my stomach trying to get up.

Esme ran to me, turning me over and holding me against her chest. I tried to push her away, but my struggle with Emmett had drained all of my energy. Esme just sat there, holding me as you would a baby, cradling me to her chest, trying to calm me down. I was still in a state of shock after what had just happened.

"Jasper!" I heard Carlisle shout. "Will you and your sisters get Emmett out of here! NOW!" I had never heard Carlisle shout like that before. I had never heard him that angry.

"Yeah Dad," I heard Jasper reply from the door. "Come on, Emmett." I heard him grunt with exertion as he pulled Emmett from the room. Emmett was still sobbing, muttering "I'm so sorry Eddie, I'm so sorry." I heard Jasper take him into his room down the hall.

"Dad?" One of the girls called from the doorway. I didn't know which one it was, nor did I care. My head was still throbbing and I could feel the food that I had been forced to swallow by my brother, settling in my stomach. This was why I didn't eat. I couldn't stand this feeling. It made me feel weak. Pitiful. Ashamed. "Is he ok?"

"Alice. Will you and Rosalie go and help Jasper with your brother please?" Carlisle said breathlessly. "And close the door, please." They did as he asked, obviously worried about what Emmett had done to me.

"Edward?" I heard Carlisle calling to me. "Open your eyes son." I only just realised that I still had my eyes clamped shut. I opened them to see Carlisle staring at me with a worried expression on his face. "I'm so sorry Edward. We had no idea he was planning to do that." I felt his fingers on my throat, and I realised he was checking my pulse. He then laid his hand flat against my throat as if to check that there was nothing blocking my airways and sighed.

I shook my head. I didn't care.

I closed my eyes again and rested my head against Esme's chest, thankful for once that she was there. I had never liked physical contact, even with Esme and I wasn't comfortable with it now. But after what had just happened, her gentle embrace was a blessing compared to Emmett's vice-like grip. At least she wasn't trying to force anything down my throat. Carlisle was checking my pulse again, which had slowed down. I only knew that because the pulsing in my head and lip had slowed down.

"Carlisle he's bleeding." Esme said. She had noticed my damaged lip.

"I know." I heard Carlisle opening something, and then I felt him dabbing something cold and wet onto my lip. It stung like hell and it tasted bitter. I shook my head trying to get him to stop. "It's okay, Edward. I'm just cleaning the cut on your lip. It's okay." He reassured me in calm tones. "He'll be okay. Give him to me."

I felt Carlisle lift me up and place me on my bed. He ran a hand over my forehead and sighed. I could tell he was distressed at what had happened. "I think he's just a bit traumatized. After what Emmett tried to do it's no wonder he's in shock." I felt him kiss my forehead lightly. Something he'd never done before, or at least if he had I wasn't aware of it. "Speaking of Emmett, I'm going to go and find out what the hell he thought he was doing."

Carlisle must have been mad. He never swore, even under the most desperate of circumstances and he reprimanded us if we did in his presence. I heard him leave the room. After a swift kiss on the forehead Esme whispered "I love you, my boy." and left, leaving the door open.

"EMMETT!!!" I heard Carlisle shout from down the hall. "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU THINK YOU WERE PLAYING AT?! FORCE-FEEDING YOUR BROTHER!! HE'S NOW LYING IN THERE, IN SHOCK-"

I didn't hear what else Carlisle threw at Emmett for what he had done to me.

I had no idea whether I passed out as a delayed reaction from hitting my head on the floor, or whether it was exhaustion that overcame me and I drifted off into sleep.

All I knew was blackness.

Was it worth the wait and the cliffies?
This chapter was difficult for me to write, as it is particularly distressing for both Edward and Emmett.
Sorry Emmett lovers, I don't plan to write this from Emmett's point of view, although his view may been included in flashbacks later on in the story. MAY BE!!!
Reviews on this chapter would be greatly appreciated. Would love to know what you guys think of it. x