Hi, I felt bad about not posting for so long so i wrote this one as a bonus for today. I hope you like it

I hearby rate this chapter "T"

Disclaimer - I don't own anything related to twilight. (unfortuatly)

"Ugh." I groaned as I sat up in bed. I looked at the calendar. "Ugh!" I said again.

The big day was only two days away. Then they were going on a big trip to Maine, to rent a cabin in the mountains. When she told us, she had so much sorrow in her voice, because she "forgot" to book a cabin with more than one bedroom. She had also "forgot" that my birthday was on one of the days they would be gone.

God my life sucks right now, I thought glumly.

I forced my self to get out of bed, I stood up and grabbed my crutches. My mind drifted back, yet again, to that day almost 6 months ago.

I had passed out on the side of the road running away from my father and his new fiancée. I woke up to my father yelling my name, sounding worried.

I looked around me, and realized, with shock that the sun was only just now coming up. It had been light out when I ran away from the restaurant. They ha left me alone on the side of the road for a whole night!

Anger flared inside me, and I tried to stand up to run into the woods. My right leg crumpled beneath me. I gasped at the pain.

Like at the track meet a while back, I mustered up all of my strength and crawled away.

In the woods, I hid, watching silently as my father passed by still yelling my name. Then and there I realized something, either I go back to him and face that wicked woman, or I could die out here with my broken leg. I weighed my options, but when I felt a burning hunger I pushed away my troubles.

Being a hunter, I knew what to do in this situation. Make a weapon and use it to get food. Luckily I always had a knife with me.

I gradually got used to this area of the forest, and liked it almost as much as my real home.

What made me come back was the burning pain in my leg, that was becoming more and more of a constant, and more painful every day I was out here.

That and a search party found me when I cried out from trying to stand on the bad leg.

They found me crying in a patch of mud, looking awfully.

The first thing they did was take me to the doctor's. I didn't want to go in there, because I knew Dr. Carlisle would be there to fix me. I didn't want to see him again. I resisted, and bent my leg. The explosion of pain caused me to black out yet again.

I woke up to a bright white room, my leg in an elevated cast, and my father's worried eyes staring down at me.

"Emmett? Emmett! Oh, thank goodness, your finally awake!" his face lit up.

I stared at him and said nothing, with a hard expression on my face.

He caught my look, and his face fell to sadness. "Why did you run away?" he asked quietly.

Not knowing what to say, I blurted the first thing that came to mind. "Why did you ask her to marry her?" It sounded snappier than I had intended.

He looked at me with a mad expression. "Because I love her. The wedding is December 16th, and you're coming weather you like it or not." he said firmly, but verging on the edge of yelling.

That got me mad, and right as I was about to say something quite nasty, the doctor decided to come in.

"Please, Mr. McCarthy, don't get Emmett worked up right now. He is in a bad state, and his body can't handle much more stress." he said quietly but firmly.

"That's okay, because he was just leaving," I said rudely.

He scoffed, spun on his heel, and stalked out of the room.

Things kind of went downhill from there. Poppa and I never talked to each other, not that we did much before anyway. We basically avoided each other for six months, which was fine by both of us.

The days basically blended together since my two week disappearance. Everyday was like the last. Full of loneliness, anger, and unhappiness.

The next two days were full of suit fittings, wedding rehearsals, and meeting relatives I didn't even know existed. Then the day was upon us.

We were at the church, and it was time for me to come down the aisle, with the ring pillow. This was quite difficult with the crutches, but it was eventually done.

I stood there, watching as the man told them all about marriages and all. Then he said something that got me thinking.

"Anybody who objects to this binding, speak now or forever hold your peace."

I made a split second decision, raised my hand, and said loudly, "I do."

The whole church gasped to see me, the son of the groom standing out to object to my father's marriage.

"Tell us why this couple should not be wed this day." the Justice of the Peace said.

"Because she's a witch," I stated bluntly. Again the congregation gasped.

"Excuse me?" Nancy shrieked, stomping over to me. "What did you call me?"

I figured I had nothing to lose so I said calmly, "A witch. And you are also something that rhymes with it to."

Again she screamed, and the church gasped. Jeez, all the need is popcorn, because their so into it! I thought.

My father stalked over to me, grabbed my tie, and said with his face inches from mine, "What did you call her?"

Feeling bold I foolishly said, "Gosh Dad, do you need a hearing aid? I'm pretty sure I've said it twice already but ok. I CALLED HER A B****" I yelled it in his face. This was the first time I had cussed.

His face turned from pink, to red, to purple, as his anger rose. Flames in his eyes showed me just how much he wanted to kill me for saying that.

He rose his fist and brought it down on my head with all the power he had.

It took all of my willpower to not blackout. I rose my shaky hand to my stinging face, to feel something warm and wet pouring out of my face.

Anger rose inside me, and I yelled to his face, "I HATE YOU POPPA," I screamed. "I HATE YOU AND THAT VILE WOMAN!"

I dropped the crutches, and limped on my cast out of the church with a hundred eyes staring at my back.

I never looked back, and nobody tried to stop me.

I walked and walked, until I couldn't walk anymore. I was in the middle of nowhere, and my leg hurt like crazy.

Big, dumb me had pretty much condemned myself to death.

Oh, well. I'll just find a town and start all over. I though to my self.

That night I fell asleep thinking about how great my life was going to be with out him.

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In the next chapter-

I looked in the window to see him.

Holding a small baby and looking happier than he ever had when he was around me. My heart sank further.