Chapter 10: The Part That Sucks
By: courthale
POV: Emmett

"What the hell, Bella?" I shouted as we stood in the parking garage of the newspaper's building. I threw the newspaper with the fucking article in it that was fisted in my hands to the ground.

"You can't just walk in there like that! I'm at work!" She said back flailing her arms angrily. Now I was just fucking pissed.

"WORK! Yeah that's right. You're job as a fucking reporter. Did getting into my pants help with this piece of shit?" I asked and kicked the paper into a puddle. "Did you know I spent all day the day I found out calling around to see if you were really what I hoped you weren't? I prayed I was wrong. I got my answer though. Chicago fucking Tribune!" I shouted.

"What do you want me to say!?" She yelled back just as mad. Her fists were clenched and her nostrils were flared. Her plump lips were set in a line. I just wanted to shove my tongue in her mouth and taste her again. And that just made me more upset because everything was a lie.

"How the hell could someone betray someone like this? How could you actually publish this? Others may not know but I do. This place is my life Bella. I love it. All the people there are my family and what you said about them is inexcusable. It's just sad. How could you be so heartless?" My volume decreased as I spoke, because every word I said was so fucking sad.

"I… I…" She stuttered knowing she had no answer.

"That's what I thought." I chuckled darkly.

"Yeah, well, fucking your ex on your desk the same day you find out isn't any better. You ASSHOLE!" She yelled.

I just wanted the fuck out of here. She had no right. After what she did to me, she had no right! I wasn't even going to answer because it was none of her goddamn business. She lied, and hurt me. I gave her everything and all I got from her were lies upon lies.

I start to walk away because I didn't want her to know the truth. I wanted her to hurt. I knew it was juvenile but who the fuck cares? She should feel like shit, because it's nowhere near to how I felt right now.

"You're not even going to answer me!" She yelled at my back. I just shrugged and turned back around.

"Why should I?" I questioned her. She looked broken for a split second then composed her features.

"Fuck you!" She yelled and then she left.

I kept walking and when I got to my car I just drove. I didn't even know where I was going. I just kept driving. I was so pissed and sad. I loved her. I still do. I know, pathetic, right?

I stumbled into my apartment just wanting a drink. I didn't want to feel anymore. Numb is what I was emotionally so why not physically too. Seems fitting, right? I found a bottle of Jack and didn't even bother with a glass. I sat on my couch and turned on some meaningless shit on the TV. Then, because my luck was shit, Fight Club came one. Great, now one of my favorite movies is ruined.

It was on basic cable so all the good shit was cut out. Shit like,

"Freak off with your sofa units and strine green stripe patterns, I say never be complete, I say stop being perfect, I say let... lets evolve, let the chips fall where they may."

"Freak damnation, man! Freak redemption! We are God's unwanted children? So be it!"

"Gosh Darn! We just had a near-life experience, fellas."

I chuckled to myself. "Making Tyler Durden sound like Ward fucking Cleaver." I laughed again, genuine for the first time. I took a long swig from the bottle and listen to the rest of the movie.

"When you start talking to yourself with a half a bottle of JD in your hand, intervention is needed." Alice said from my doorway. I shrugged and took another drink. Not really in the mood for social calls.

"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be with Jazz?" I growled his name. I get the whole protective brother thing, but come on. Could he really condone what she did?

"Come on, don't be mad. This is all just some stupid…" She started to talk but I just took all the focus off this drama and shit.

"The ironic thing about this is," I pointed to the TV with the hand the bottle was in. "that it is a movie about not conforming and being against the man. Well, you have Brad Pitt, mega Hollywood star who sold out years ago. Still gets some great pussy, so no ill will towards him. Edward Norton, who is actually a pretty cool actor who works on a lot of independent stuff. But the whole idea is that we should stop thinking about what's cool to others and conforming and start thinking for ourselves. So, essentially the whole thing is very hypocritical. We all do the "norm", so why the fuck make a statement? Even the followers in the movie are all sheep for Tyler's cause." I finished my philosophical rant and looked at my sister. She looked perplexed and slightly annoyed.

"I have no clue what the fuck you're talking about. But Brad and Edward are both very sexy, not gonna lie." She finished with a smirk.

"See, thanks for proving my point, sis." I said and put my arm around her shoulders as she sat next to me. I felt buzzed now and was feeling better.

"Your drunk." She stated it as fact. I just nodded and put my head on her shoulder and watched the movie. She put her arm around me too and soothed my hair like she used to when we were kids and I was upset. I miss the simple problems back then.

"How are you?" I asked her after a while of silence.

"Good, just work and Jasper." She said and I could hear the smile in her voice.

"Pretty serious, huh?" I asked and looked at her face. She smiled and nodded.

"Yeah. Like forever." She sighed. I chuckled and held her to my side. She wrapped her arms around my waist and buried her small face in my huge shoulder.

"I'm really messed up, Al." I told her honestly, admitting it for the first time out loud. She nodded her head against me not looking up at me.

"I know." She said sadly. I can feel the moisture on my shirt where her face was. "I wish I could make it better." She sniffled.

"Me too, Al. Me too." I said softly.

We sat like that for a while, just comforting each other. I felt myself slowing becoming normal, not like before but not so angry. Just fucking sad now. I could see a future with Bella and now it was all gone. She lied and I just believed it like a fool.

"I'm going to go. I hope you call me." Alice said as she stood. I nodded and took another drink. "And please, don't drink too much." I nodded again and she left with a peck on the cheek and a promise to call me later.

I sat through the rest of the movie just drinking and watching. I didn't want to think about anything but it was pretty damn near impossible. Even the shirt on my back reminded me of her. She always wore my clothes and I think she wore almost everything I owned at some point. Even my fucking boxers.

I realized I needed to take a shower so I put the rest of the Jack away and walked to the bathroom. When I walked in I was immediately hit with a memory.

"Emmett!" I heard Bella's voice coming from the bathroom after a long night at work. She had gotten off about an hour before I was set to leave so she was already here. I walked over to the partially closed door and opened it. My jaw dropped at the sight.

Bella was sitting comfortably in my Jacuzzi tub with a freesia scents in the air. She didn't put bubbles in there so I could see right through the water at her naked form. She was one of kind.

"Baby." I groaned as she raised herself to her knees, out of the water. Her nipples hardened as the cool air hit them. She crooked her finger and as if in a trance I walked to her.

"Off." She commanded me. I shed all of my clothes and shoes quickly in an effort to get closer to her faster. She took my hand and I stepped into the tub. I laid back as she set between my legs, her back against my chest. She rubbed up and down my thighs in a soothing manner.

"Oh, so good." I moaned and she giggled. I chuckled and swept her mildly wet hair to the side to kiss her slender neck. It was her turn to moan as I licked and sucked on all of her sensitive spots. One hand came to rest on her stomach and the other began to reach up to her hardened nipple. I tweaked it slightly getting a gasp and a moan from her.

"Yeah," She sighed and started to grind against my hard cock. My head fell back and I moaned embarrassingly loud. "You want more baby?" She asked in my ear as her head laid on my shoulder.

"Yeah," The hand on her stomach fell lower until it reached her core. I lightly circled her clit a few times before traveling lower. She was already so wet from her juices and not just the water. I slipped a finger into her easily and pumped in and out of her a few times. She was bucking her hips into my hand and it was creating a friction between us that was very effective in causing my cock to harden more.

"More." She moaned. I inserted one more finger into her and she arched her back. "Harder!" She gasped and I put a third finger into her and stroked her g-spot pushing into her harder.

I felt her clench around my fingers as her orgasm overtook her. I kissed neck lightly as she slowed her breathing and relaxed into me. I was still playing with her nipples just lightly tugging to prolong her high.

"My turn." She said after a while. Before I could say anything she slipped her hand back between our bodies and gripped me in her hand. I groaned and my head fell against the wall.

"Fuck, baby." I moaned and closed my eyes tight. I felt her shift a bit and then raise herself up. I looked and she was hovering over me. She looked at me from over her shoulder and smirked before impaling herself with me. I moaned and my hips thrust up into her.

She gripped the edges of the tub as she worked me. I held her slim hips in my hands and guided her on me. I felt myself nearing my peak and I wanted her to come with me. One hand reached in front of us and stroked her clit and she finally shuddered and released. I thrust up one more time and spilled into her.

She fell back against me and sighed.

"Thanks." I said and kissed her neck.

"No problem." She laughed breathlessly.

I shook my head and realized I had somehow made it into the tub fully clothed and was now just sitting in there. It was so sad. I was pathetic. I stood and took off my clothes before climbing into the shower. I just let the water fall over me and let it soothe my muscles. My body even hurt from the anger and sadness. I wanted to just forget but it never worked. The harder you try to forget something the more it's always in your mind.

I finished my shower quickly and got dressed. I had been neglecting my bar ever since the incident. So, I figured a few hours working on paperwork would be a good plan and maybe even hanging out on the floor and behind the bar. I needed to get out there. I knew it would be a while until my heart was fixed, but I needed to get my life back. I couldn't be weak anymore. I had to take control.

I drove to the bar as usual and parked in my reserved spot before making my way inside. The place was packed because we had a few college games on. I walked in and everyone greeted me warmly.

I got to the bar and Paul nodded his head at me telling me to follow him. We got to my office and I sat at my desk as he sat in the opposite chair after closing the door.

"I'm not going to beat around the bush and be all mushy, because I know you would fire me just on principal. But I saw the paper. And I have to say she's a barracuda." He said and sat back eyeing me. I knew if someone ever noticed it would be him.

"Yeah." I said and got out my laptop.

"I know you two were together. I just want you to know, we're a family here. No matter what she says. So, if you need anything, we're here." He said and awkwardly sat there for a second.

"Thanks. I know." I said and continued to type. He stood and just stayed for a second.

"Just know, that no matter what, this place is home for a lot of people. I know my life is better because of it. I get to see my son now and support him with this place as the cause. You gave me chance when no one else would. So…. Thanks." He turned and left.

I sat back in my chair and blew out a breath. To say I needed to hear that was an understatement. Ever since I read the article it affected me more than I would like to admit. I thought all people would think that way. It was nice to hear otherwise. This place was certainly my home. It was amazing to hear someone else mirror my thoughts.

I got back to work in a slightly better mood than before. I went out a couple of hours later and worked the floor and the bar. It was the first time in this whole ordeal that I felt like I could look around and be proud of what I had. I would have to give Paul a raise or something nice.

I just needed to make that ache in my heart go away, but that would take time. I was far from healed, if I ever would be completely, but now I was able to be pleased with my bar. I would be fine, just a little broken.