A/N: I'm sorry about the cliffhanger. I already knew what was happening next, but it was four o'clock in the morning. I needed some sleep. I really am sorry, but now I can write what I was planning. Sorry, but it's still from Emmett's POV. I do try to mix them up though.

Emmett's POV

I had only one thing on my mind, even if that one thing does lead to just about everything else. Isabella. If I was going to protect my sister, I needed to be alive. That brought me to the switchblade problem. Charlie was ready to slit my throat. I wouldn't be able to protect my sister if that happened. How the hell do I get out of this?

The answer happened before I could so much as think of it, let alone hope for it. Suddenly there was relief. And then a thud. Scurrying feet.

Blonde hair swept over blue eyes and a pale hand helped me to my feet.

"You alright?"

"Yeah." I looked around franticly. Charlie was in an unconscious heap on the floor. "Where's Bella?"

"She's in the next room with Rose." Jasper replied as he walked over to his home's intruder. "What should we do with this guy?"

"Throw him in a ditch." I mumbled quietly to myself. "I don't know. I don't want to take care of him, that's for sure."

Jasper's POV

If there was one thing that I've learned, it's that Emmett will fight to the death to save Bella from her father.

My rescue mission began in the car. I was traveling down the busy roads, just like every day. My phone rang, the caller ID stating that the call was coming from my home phone. Not sure whether to be concerned or not, I flipped the razor open.

A large thud came from the device, then a frail voice.

"Jasper, help! Charlie got in and Emmett is fighting him in the living room!"

"Who's winning?" Rose didn't pay any attention to the answer. I must have sounded like I was talking sports. Apparently, I did.

"Jasper, were not talking about a football game! This Emmett and Charlie fighting!" I was just turning into the driveway! When I heard, "AH! Charlie's got a knife!" Blades mean that the attacker means to kill. Stuff like this happens all the time. But not with my best friend. Emmett was not going to be killed, especially not in my house.

The car wasn't even parked, just not moving, when I flew through the broken front door, grabbing a butcher's knife from the kitchen on my way. I stuck the knife under the intruder's neck and pried him off of Emmett. Then I threw him into the east wall, rendering him unconscious.

I helped a dazed Emmett to his feet. "You alright?" Rosalie helped a crying Bella into the parlor.

"Yeah." He looked around the room, most likely looking for his sister. His eyes rested on Charlie for a moment, reminding me that he was there. I turned to walk to the intruder. "Where's Bella?"

"In the next room with Rosalie. What should we do with this guy?"

Emmett mumbled something unintelligible. "I don't know. I don't want to take care of him, that's for sure." No kidding.

Just then, Rosalie came in with an idea.