"My names Billy. Bella? Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?" His eyes roamed over every inch of me, obviously looking for damage.
"Just my shin wrists and ankles, I fell, my head feels like someone attacked me with the blunt end of a hammer..." He was looking at me strangely. "Oh. I guess you meant seriously. As in...gunshot wound or something...?" Everything suddenly hit me .

"Oh shit." I started to properly panic and hyperventilate. "What the fuck is going on?! And the who the fuck is that?" I took my hands away from my eyes to look at the evil man. He was gesturing around him wildly with the bloody pole, as if he was telling the most exciting tale in the world to Emmet, who was just stood in front of the door to the car, not doing much of anything. Nothing. Surely we should be getting out of here!

I banged on the window to get Emmett's attention, we were practically sitting ducks! The nutter surely hadn't chased us on his own!
The infuriating man didn't even turn to look at me. He just flicked his hand back to whack the window once. Well...that was rude. I turned to look at Billy, now more pissed off than scared, I pursed my lips tightly shut so I didn't take my frustrations out on this man. Alice had frequently told me "Your words are razor sharp sometimes dude!". I suddenly just felt sad, I missed Alice, I needed her now. Her and a cheap chick flick, hot chocolate and caramel chew chew Ben and Jerry's ice cream. I took my usual defensive pose and bought my knees up to my chest and just hid my face between my legs trying not to cry. What the hell is happening right now? Why are we just waiting and letting the psycho rant on as if we have all the time in the world! I turned my head to the side, and he was still waving the damn rod around, and he turned half a circle, one arm up in the air with the pole as if saluting someone, his back now to Emmet, whose hand quickly snapped to the door handle. He yanked the door open which had the mad man whipping around and running towards him, but Billy was ready, as soon as the door was open, we were off and Emmett just managed to pull himself inside before he met his maker in the form of a drainpipe wielding crazy man.

I'd backed myself up against the opposite door to give him as much room as possible. Why does nobody ever give me advanced warning around here?! I instinctively looked out the back window and saw the man launch the pipe an amazing distance away from himself in fury. He turned back to face our getaway car and smirked evilly at me when he saw me watching him and blew me a mocking kiss. I felt ice down my neck, making me involuntarily shiver in fear. Another half a dozen men, all in black suits and armed with handguns came pouring out of the metal door we'd ran out off. The man didn't even flinch, he kept eye contact with me, and the sheer intensity of it meant I couldn't force my gaze away.
I had a near heart attack when Emmett suddenly grabbed my head and forced me down into his lap, his upper body shielding me as shots rang out behind us.
"It's okay Sir!" Billy yelled from the front while aggressively handling the steering wheel. "I bought a proof!" He had visible sweat running into his eyes as we flew between two extremely way too close trees!
I screamed and buried my head in Emmetts lap. But there was no collision, not even a screech of scraping metal. We were officially back on tarmac.

I'd been sat staring out the window, watching it slowly get dark for hours now. There was nothing around us. There hadn't been for at least a couple of hours now. Just trees, trees and, you guessed it, more trees. I'd tried to think over everything that had happened today, but it was too much. My life had suddenly seemed to resemble some bizarre action film. I'd never been shot at in my life. I'd never had someone look at me with as much undisguised malice as that man...
"Who was that man?" I quietly asked. Not to anyone in particular. I didn't really care who answered. I couldn't face either of them right now. I didn't want to look at Emmett or Billy or everything would suddenly seem a lot more real.
Emmett, sighed next to me. "No one Bella." I lost it.
I turned around and lashed out at him. I hit him, anywhere I could reach, as hard as I could. His biceps, his chest, his cheek, his thigh. At first he just let me, but then he tried to grab my wrists when I'd started on his face. I'd turned onto the seat now, half kneeling as I rained down on him, I was filled with so much rage I didn't know what else to do with it.
"Don't fucking lie to me! I've had enough of you and your family and all your fucking LIES!" I yelled. He caught my forearms finally and threw me onto my back across the seats, almost lifting me completely up in the process as my arms were extremely tense from the blows. My head came down against the seat hard, making my teeth rattle together and the pain in my head return. He was in a similar position as I was, one of his knees now rested on the seat as he leant over me.
"Calm down Bella. I understand you're upset and scared and you have no answers right now. But, trust me, the less you know the better." He begged me with his eyes to listen to him. I swallowed, what was left of my anger just drained away and I was so tired. I turned my head away from him so I didn't have to look into his eyes any more, but he gently took hold of my chin and turned it back.
"For what it's worth. I'm sorry this has happened to you." He quietly told me. I knew he meant it, sincerely meant it and I felt a tear squeeze its way out of the corner of my eyes, falling uncomfortably into my ear. Then of course more followed. I couldn't stop them. Everything that happened came hurtling back into my head. I'd never been so scared or confused in all my life, I didn't know if I could trust this man, even if he had gotten me out, I didn't understand why Edward's Dad was so desperate for me to Marry him. Why me? I have no connections. My family isn't particularly wealthy, my Dad is a cop for Christ's sake, and like I said my Mum hasn't been around for nearly my whole life. So why is it so fucking important I marry Edward, what is so damn important they'd rather me be miserably unwilling and marry him than not at all?!
Emmett tried to shush me, and when he realised I was beyond the point of comfort he pulled me back up by my forearms and let me cry hopelessly into his chest, drenching his shirt in all kinds of gross substances, but still he held me close and continued to shush into my hair.

Eventually I must have cried myself to sleep, as that's how I woke up, crushed against Emmett's chest, his legs now up on the seats and his back to the window while my own were curled up between his thighs and the seats back behind me. He was fast asleep. Billy was still driving...well barely. We were going very slowly up a dirt track, still surrounded by trees but I guessed we were near to wherever we were going. I just hoped it was safe and nothing like the sewer we'd just escaped from. I never wanted to see Edward again. I wasn't even sure I wanted to see Emmett after this was over...I need Alice.

So...It's been a long long time, but it has been one hell of a year! I had my son 8 months ago who has been a very poorly baby but is doing a lot better now and is home! So he's asleep and I decided to pop back on fanfic ;)

This is a transitional chapter. Not much happening, but this is a pivotal point for Emmett and Bella's relationship. Whose the man do you think? The complete barbarian? One guess?...

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Re-reading this whole story Bella comes across as quite a bitch doesn't she? Do you think she is TOO bitchy or perfectly so? I think she definitely has a right to be a bit of a dick, but let's not forget she did cheat on her fiancee. Not the Edward we all NOW know, but the one she supposedly fell in love with! Hmmm...