All innocence is long gone
I pledge allegiance to a world of disbelief
Where I belong

A walking disaster
The son of all bastards
You regret you made me
It's too late to save me
(You regret you made me
It's too late to save me)

"Walking Disaster" by Sum 41

Emmett's POV.

"Dude Im not going to help you get rid of her," I was arguing with James as I was walking towards my House. It was around Seven in the night. School let out five hours ago. But unlike all the stuck up Dicks in school, I had a job to go to. Yep. Five hours of my Life I was never getting back. Whoever said that Hard work builds character is a fucken Idiot. Hard work for a Teenager is just strong words for 'Get off the Fucken Streets and do something good with your time' .

"Dude she wont get off my Sac," He said very frustrated.

"Your such a Gent, man,"

He ignored my sarcastic tone and continued talking. "Dude you know the rule. " He cleared his throat. "Hit it, Quit it, and Pretend like you never Did It," Yep. Such a Gentleman.

I laughed. "Well sorry but this guy-" I pointed to myself, "Is taken. And Rose will kill me if she knows Im leading chicks on. "

"You didn't have a problem with it before," It was his turn to roll his eyes.

"Yeah well….before I didn't care…."

"Care? Who said anything about caring?" His eyes widen, his pale face lit up. I could almost see the light-bulb go off. "Aw Man your one of them."

I raised my eyebrow. "One of what?"

"Those fags that go all soft once they bag a chick."

"I'm not soft. It's just… you wouldn't understand," I told him.

He chuckled. "Your right. Im not much of emotions, and the crying," He shuttered.

I groaned. "It's called being in Love jackass! You would know if you just stopped doing anything that moves! If maybe you'd listen to what they have to say, and find common things, then maybe you would know what Love is. " I took a deep breathe. "And love isn't doing a happy-dance when your test result comes in every month telling you your free of Genital warts,"

His face looked amused, as I stared back at him. He smoothed his dirty-blonde hair down. "Your whipped."

"I am not whipped!" I yelled.

"Whipped like the family pig man," He said simply.

"Shut up." I grunted. There was no way I was whipped. Was there? I mean sure, I stopped my High-times. I tried to be as sensitive as possible. And I follow Rosalie around like a lost Puppy. But that doesn't make me whipped? Right? Right? "Man-whore," I mumbled.

"Whatever. Are you going to help me or not?" He asked. We stood still as the street parted in two ways.

"Sorry man. Im there for you Brother but there's no way in Hell Im risking loosing Rosalie for you," I said sincerely.

"Get your balls back, man," He said, as he punched me on the shoulder and continued down the path towards his Apartment building. It was still seven blocks away. And my lovely home, was twenty steps away.

I haven't been home for a while

I'm sure everything's the same

Mom and Dad both in denial

An only child to take the blame

"Please don't let that son of Bitch be home," I whispered to myself as I stared at the path towards my House. Fuck. I took in a deep breathe, clutched my hands into fists and began to walk.

I jumped onto the sidewalk. I looked onto the front yard, that was divided into two by a brick path-way. For stay-at-home Parents, you think they could mow the fucken Lawn. But no. Instead it was shaggier than ever, the grass bright green like everything around Forks, with a couple of Beer cans and bottles thrown randomly on top of it. My eyes remained on the floor, as I stepped onto the brick-stairs, leading to the door. I took one glance up, and took in the image of my Home. Trying hard to remember happy memories in the Place. But my memory was in blank. Just like the happy memories.

I'm just a kid with no ambitions

Wouldn't come home for the world

I rolled my eyes at the color the house was painted. Green. We practically live in the fucken Forest, they could have chosen warmers colors. But no, they had to camouflage it. Make it blend it with everything surrounding it. I dropped my backpack onto the small white bench by the door. And pushed the Black-door open. Ah. Home Sweet Home…..I rather go to War.

"Emmett," My mother gasped as she walked out of the Kitchen. "What are you doing here?"

"Hello to you too Amelia," I said flatly to my Mother.

"I asked you a question," She snapped.

I glared at her. "School was fine Mother. I actually did well on my Biology test. You wont be getting any complain calls from Mr. Banner," I continued. "Work was tiring. You know, because six hours of school plus five of hard mechanic work doesn't tire a Teenage Boy out at all,"

Her warm Hazel eyes, soften. She pushed her black curls behind her back, and gave me a small smile. If she did that more often, her white skin would glow even more, and her natural beauty would shine further. But instead shadows of old bruises were placed around her eyes. And red marks, not caused my natural blush, was present on her cheeks. "Sorry Sweetie its just….I expected you at least until late,"

I shrugged. "Yeah well…I unfortunately live her Amelia. I have to come home. Chief Swan would bring me back in handcuffs if I break the Town's curfew. Again," I said as I began removing my Coat.

"I um…" There it is. The very familiar awkward silence. It was always Like this when we talked. Mainly because we never had anything to say. And because there wasn't anything to say. At least not anything she ever wanted to talk about. Things she decided to keep bottled up inside, or pretend like they never happened.

"Amelia, dinner is not going to serve itself-" I scoffed as I heard my father, lazily, stomp down the wooden stairs. He wobbled as he reached the mid-case. I could already smell the Alcohol on Him.

"Coming Ben," My mother said obediently.

"Boy," He grunted, as if my presence got him worked up.

"Daddy," I said with a sarcastic tone.

"Are you going to eat Emmett?" Amelia asked, her hands shaking lightly.

"No," I began to walk away from her.

"Your going to eat Joseph ," My father slapped a hand onto my chest, before I could make it past the sixth step of the stair case.

I pushed his hand aside. "Im not hungry…..but Thanks for the offer. And it's Emmett,"

My Father snorted. "Don't get wise with my Joseph. And be glad I named you after my Dad,"

"Oh yeah Because I needed another thing to tie me down to an alcoholic,"

"Emmett!" My mother glared at me. "Will you shut up? You'd swear I didn't show you any manners,"

"Along with many other things,"

My father let out a laugh. A very humorless laugh. "You think your so wise don't you?" He asked, as he pushed me down the steps. "You think you can come in here and insult me in my own Home After everything that I've done for you,"

"Teaching me how to take a punch isn't showing me anything," I said through my teeth.

"If it wasn't for your Mother, you'd be out in the streets since you turned Fourteen!" He yelled, point an accusing finger at Amelia. " Be lucky and grateful for Her. Because if it wasn't for her, you'd be dead!"

"How can I forget?" I challenged. "You beat me senseless with a fucken Bat! " I pushed his hand away from my shoulder, when I felt his nails dig deep into my flesh. "And as for living in your House, it wont be for long. And I doubt your more excited than I am. Maybe then I will never have to say your face again. "

"Son of a b-" Before he could finish his curse he black-handed me. " I should have let your mother get rid of you when we had the chance! But there I go, being the fucken responsible person I am, and convinced her to keep you! I should have known you would be an ungrateful bastard," He hissed. "You have no one in this world. No One,"

As far as I can tell

It's just voices in my head

Am I talking to myself?

'Cause I don't know what I just said

(And she said)

Far is where I fell

Maybe I'm better off dead

Am I at the end of nowhere

Is this as good as it gets?

"Get rid of me huh?" I huffed to my Mother.

"I wasn't ready," She mumbled. " I was just sixteen. I had my whole life ahead of me,"

"And I put that on hold?" I said.

"You got in the way," She replied.

"And you?" I turned to My Father. "What dream did I get in the way of? Don't tell me you wanted to be a lawyer?" I sneered.

"Stop Emmett," My Mother said, watching as My father struggled to keep his balance. "Don't make anything worse,"

"Your the worst Mother ever," I said acidly. "Is this how you pictured your Life? With a fucken abusive husband? With-"

"It was all your Fault Emmett! If it wasn't because you were a slip-up I would have never ended up in this rat-hole! I would have gone far away, I would have been someone. I would have lived a happy Life! I wouldn't have ended up covering my face to hide the bruises! I wouldn't have ended my education to take care of you! I wouldn't have to endure more beating because of an ungrateful son!"

I felt like she punctured me with a sharp object. Like my weakness was finally showing. She hated me. She never wanted me. I was a burden. I ruined everything. And because I ruined her life, she ruins Mind.

"Will you shut the fuck up! You would have never been anything without me Amelia!" My father shouted pushing my Mother's grip away from Him. "That dinner wont serve itself!" He repeated as he pushed her into the Kitchen. "And as for you," His puffy dark eyes looked at me. "Get the fuck out of my House. And if you know any better you wont show up Tonight," He grabbed me by the back of my curly hair, and dragged me towards the door

"Let go of Me," I hissed as I felt his grip tighten.

"Out of my House! Sleep in the street! Just like a fucken dog! And maybe you will learn to respect me," He pushed me off to the porch.

I turned to Face him. I could see my mother sneak glances from the Kitchen. "Next time you lay a finger on me I will kill you," I growled.

"Not before I get to you," And with that He closed the door in my face. Locking me out of my House. And with just my luck, the town of Fork's was drizzling with Rain. Fuck. My. Life.

I felt the pressure build in my throat. And the sting in my eyes. But nothing hurt even more than the words thrown at me by Amelia. Nothing in the world could possibly hurt more than the rejection of your Own Mother. I could survive without Benjamin, despite what he has always told me. Everything he ever said to me is a Life. Because he isn't right. I do Have someone. I do.

And nothing can make me forget what that Person makes me feel. Not even a day at the McCarty household. Well it could have been worse, this was a good day for Amelia and Benjamin. And as I walk to where my heart leads me, I wipe away the tear that dared to fall. Because no matter what they say, I am Strong. And they will never see me defeated. Life could be shit, but at least there was always a Blonde I could go to. Because there, I was loved.

Never know what I've become

The king of all that's said and done

The forgotten son

This city's buried in defeat

I walk along these no-name streets

Wave goodbye to all

As I fall...

Wow. Thats a good day at Em's house? Frak.

Poor Emmett. I wanna hug Him.