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Previously on Winner Takes All:

I woke up just a few hours later with the hangover from hell to hear someone pounding down the hotel door. Rosalie buried deeper under the blankets, pulling a pillow over her head and holding it gently over her ears. "Make it stop! Bells PLEASE make it stop," Rose moaned, rolling on her stomach and ducking into bed again. I ungracefully stumbled out of bed and to my feet, grabbing the plush robe that I had thrown on the floor last night and wrapping it tightly around myself before making my way to the door.

As soon as I opened the door the bright lights in the hallway immediately blinded me. It took me a few moments to adjust but when I finally saw what was standing before me... Well, I was shocked.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

Chapter 11:

"What the hell are you doing here?" I asked, rubbing the sleep from my eyes and blinking a couple times to make sure I wasn't having a nightmare or something. No such luck.

"Emmett sent me to get you guys up, our flight back home leaves in three hours," Tanya said, messing with her fingernails and looking like our doorstep was the last place she wanted to be- though it probably was.

"Nice try, our flight home doesn't leave till 3."

"Yeah. It's noon right now- which you would have known if you hadn't asked the hotel not to disturb you," Tanya snarled, rolling her eyes at me. "Now that you guys are awake I have better things to do than sit around and talk with you," she snapped, turning on her heel and storming back down the hallway.

"Well thanks for gracing us with your presence. It's an honor, really," I said sarcastically, rolling my own eyes at her retreating form. Tanya froze, posture stiff, before slowly turning around and leveling a fiery glare at me.

"I couldn't care less if you made the flight bitch, I'm only here because I care about my brother and for some reason that's unimaginable to me he actually likes your sister. Make no mistake, you mean less than nothing to me Trash. I am more than ready to be done with you and your sister," Tanya spat, flipping her platinum hair over her shoulder.

"Believe me Tanya, the feeling is absolutely mutual," I told her, rolling my eyes at her blatant rudeness. "If it wasn't for Rosalie I would have dealt with you days ago."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Let me phrase it in a way you'll understand dimwit: I don't like you and I don't like the way you've been treating Rosalie and I. In fact, if it wasn't for your brother making my sister so happy I would have laid your ass out days ago," I told her, placing a hand on my hip flippantly with what I'm sure was a threatening look on my face.

Tanya looked flabbergasted; I don't think anyone had ever spoken to her that way before and it took her a moment before she turned bright red in fury, hands clenched at her sides and fire in her eyes. "Who are you to talk to me this way? You are nothing but a piece of trailer trash that happens to have a decent looking sister. I won't stand for someone as low class and poor as you to say such terrible things to me. When we fly back to Seattle do me a favor and crawl back into the dump you so obviously came from and don't show your ugly face around me again."

"Wow. I guess money can't buy you class," I said, turning and walking back into my hotel room without a second glance at the troll behind me.

"Why you little…"

"Is there a problem here?" Rosalie asked as she stepped into the doorway, wrapping her robe tightly around herself and shielding her eyes from the bright florescent lights in the hallway. The poor thing looked like a hot mess; makeup was smeared down her face and her hair was in a rather large rats nest on the top of her head. She looked between Tanya and I warily; bracing herself for what I'm sure she thought was about to be a huge fight.

"Tanya generously came down to make sure we were up for our flight in a couple hours, right Tanya? She was just leaving," I told my sister, turning and giving Tanya a glare that challenged her to say otherwise.

"That was sweet of you, thank you Tanya," Rosalie said. Tanya pursed her lips and gave a tight smile before turning on her heel and storming off down the hallway and out of sight.

Rosalie gave me a strange look as I brushed past her and into the hotel room to get changed and get packed. I had stepped maybe three steps into the room when Rose reached out and grabbed my arm, stopping me in my tracks. "What was that about?"

"Nothing…"

"Whatever Bella, that was so not nothing," Rose said, giving me her signature 'I'm not dropping this so you better tell me' look. "She looked like she was about to tackle you or something- and if looks could kill I bet both of you would be dead."

"Tanya and I just had a little disagreement, it's not a big deal," I told her, heading to my bag and pulling out what I wanted to wear for the flight home. We didn't have very much time before the shuttle was going to take us to the airport and I didn't want to waste any time standing around. Rosalie had the same idea, though she didn't let up in her questioning as she dug through her suitcase for a comfortable outfit to wear on the flight home.

"You guys were in the hallway for like five minutes, what could you have possibly been arguing about?"

"We were just letting each other know where we stand, that's all."

"Uh huh," Rosalie said skeptically, pulling on a tight shirt and a loose pair of sweat pants. "Are you sure that was the best idea Bells? You're about to be stuck on a plane with her for a few hours and you have totally just made it awkward..."

"I don't care Rosalie, I'm just relieved that I don't have to hold back around her anymore anymore. I promise I will not to say anything to her today unless she starts something, ok?" I told Rosalie, trying to assure her that I wouldn't embarrass her in front of the guy she was starting to date.

"I hope you don't learn to regret that fight later Bella."

"I'm sure I won't."

…..

It turned out that I didn't need to worry at all: Tanya apparently had a mini-meltdown about flying commercial again and decided to fly back to Seattle in one of the private planes that a fellow succubus had secured for them. Praise the lord.

The flight home was actually pretty fun: Emmett sat in Tanya's unoccupied seat (just like he had on the flight here) and entertained us with stories of all the pranks he had pulled on his friends and teammates in the past. I don't know if it was the Bloody Marys I had been drinking (hey, its vacation! The best cure for a hangover is hair of the dog that bit you, right?) or if Emmett was just that funny, but the plane ride home took less time than I would have thought. Before I knew it we were pulling up to my parent's house and Emmett was helping unload our bags for us.

My mother, never one to miss an opportunity to fawn over someone she thought might marry one of her daughters, was all over Emmett; hugging him and thanking him for 'taking such good care of my darling girls'. Of course, she didn't pay any mind to Rose and I nor the annoyed looks that the two of us exchanged behind her back. After a few minutes of my sisters, Lauren and Victoria, hanging back and giggling like giddy schoolgirls in the doorway and Renée fussing over everyone we finally made it into the house.

"Bella! Girls! I must show you something in the kitchen! Now!" Mom trilled, ushering us into the other room. When Rosalie turned to join us Renée practically shoved her back and into a surprised Emmett's arms, not letting her come with is. "Not you dear, it's a surprise. Now come along you three!"

"What's the big deal Mom? That was so rude," I told her, rolling my eyes at my absolutely giddy mother.

"Never you mind Bella," Renée hummed, peeking through the crack in the kitchen door at the two lovebirds we had left in the other room.

"Where's the surprise Mom?" Victoria asked, looking under the kitchen table, chairs and the island and obviously not finding anything.

"There isn't a surprise you idiot, Mom just wanted to give Rose and that football guy some privacy," Lauren said haughtily, filing her nails like she couldn't care less.

"Hey! That's mean," Victoria yelled, snatching the nail file from her sister and making Lauren jump to reach for it. The girls bickered like this for some time until finally Renée couldn't take it anymore and cried for them to shut up. It wasn't until Rosalie joined us in the kitchen that my family finally stopped fighting and began bombarding the two of us with questions.

"How was the trip?"

"Did you meet any supermodels?"

"You didn't ruin my swimsuit did you?"

"Why couldn't I go?"

"How was the game?"

"What did you bring us?"

"PLEASE tell me you met a celebrity!"

"Did you have fun?"

"Did you go to any awesome parties?"

"Woah woah! One at a time," Rosalie chuckled, rolling her eyes at the antics of our silly mother and sisters.

"What happened to Emmett? He didn't say goodbye! I didn't have the chance to invite him for dinner," Renée cried in anguish, looking like her entire world was about to end.

"Don't worry Mom, I'm sure we'll be seeing Emmett again," I reassured her, grabbing a soda from the fridge and offering one to everyone else before grabbing a barstool and settling in for what I was sure was to be a LONG interrogation.

"He had to go pick up his sister from the airport, her plane landed after ours did. Don't worry Mom; he'll be back in a few days. He just asked me out on a date for New Year's Eve," Rosalie said, blushing tomato red and looking so happy she could burst. "And as for everyone's presents… Well, I guess you guys will have to wait until Christmas in a few days to see what we brought you."

"Can't we open them now?" Lauren whined, looking impatient and annoyed.

I rolled my eyes at my snotty sister, "you can wait two days, Lauren. Chill out."

Lauren crossed her arms across her chest and stomped her foot in frustration like the petulant child she sometimes was before turning on her heel and storming out of the room. Victoria chased after her like the follower she was, leaving Rosalie and I alone with our mom.

"Speaking of Christmas, I have a little bit of bad news for you girls..."

"What? Is something wrong? Is it Dad?"

"No, nothing like that," Renée assured us, sitting in the barstool next to me and looking extremely grim. "You girls are going to have to share a room for the next few days."

"That's not really a big deal Mom," I said, chuckling at what she thought was the end of the world.

"Isabella! It is a huge deal! Your FATHER invited a man into our home that will one day rob us of everything we have and put us on the street! We will have to live like street urchins! We will be homeless? Oh my poor nerves," Renée sighed dramatically, holding the back of her hand to her head like she was a tragic heroine in a fifties movie. So dramatic.

"What do you mean? Who is going to throw us out on the street?" Rosalie asked, coming to comfort our hysterical mother.

"Your Father's business partner, Jacob Black."

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