I woke up the next morning snuggled into Emmett's unusually warm chest. I looked up into his face and saw his black eyes staring straight ahead, fixed on a single point on the wall in front of us. 'Morning' I said, seemingly interrupting his concentration.

'Good morning' he replied somewhat stiffly. I made to stand up but it was then that my actions the night before caught up with me; my head felt like it had split in two. I groaned in pain and fell back down onto the bed attempting to massage my temple. I looked up into the eyes of Emmett hoping to receive sympathy but he gave me a critical look and muttered 'To be honest Kaylea, it's your own fault' So much for sympathy then, I attempted to stand again but my brain didn't want to cooperate with me and my knees collapsed with the effort of trying to keep me upright. However this time two strong arms caught me before I hit the surface of the bed. 'Come on, let's get you sorted out'

After he had pressed a cool flannel to my forehead and made me brush my teeth he carried me downstairs, much to my disapproval; I was feeling well enough but he said he didn't want me falling down the stairs. A cup of tea was waiting for me when we arrived in the kitchen; I instantly reached for it and gulped down the hot contents of the mug. It was strong; it was exactly what I needed. When I next looked up Emmett was hunched over the oven making me what seemed to be a full English, the smell of the bacon made my stomach gargle and I knew that Emmett would have found it funny, however there was no shaking of the shoulders; a tell-tale sign of someone laughing. When he was finished he put the full plate in front of me and with a small smile that didn't reach his eyes said 'Eat that, I need to clear up, we made a bit of a mess last night' I gave a smile in return. Not noticing his small grimace I tucked into my breakfast like there was no tomorrow.

I made myself another cup of tea and walked back to Emmett's room, my mind coming back to me slowly. I was walking past the library when I heard voices coming from within, one sounded like Edward and the other was Emmett. I moved quietly towards the door and listened in; 'Emmett I'm telling you you're wrong'

'I'm not wrong, last might was a big mistake. We barely know each other; we only met a couple of months ago'

'Who cares if you've only just met, if you're right for each other then it doesn't matter'

'It does matter, if people find out they're going to think she's some kind of slut, sleeping with people she's only just met'

'Emmett stop' Edward muttered.

'And what if things get worse, we didn't use protection. She can't raise a child, she's only 17. Yeah I'll help but what do I know'

'Emmett stop!' Edward shouted.

'No Edward! I won't stop' he roared back 'I can't believe I was so selfish, I didn't think about her. I've been depraved for so long and used her as a relief'

'Emmett! She's outside'

'What? Why didn't you tell me?'

'I tried; you wouldn't let me get a word in'

'Oh, for the love of God. You should have tried harder!' I heard footsteps from the other side of the door and backed away scared by the amount of venom that emanated from his voice. He opened the door and I saw the fires blazing in his eyes and Edward looking uncomfortable standing someway back. 'How much did you hear?' Emmett said in a voice barely above a whisper.

'All of it' I whispered back hoarsely. He growled in response and pushed his way past me; I hit the doorframe and crumpled to the floor. I raised my head and looked through my tear filled eyes towards Edward. He made to move through the door but the tears that had been threatening to fall finally did and altered his course to sit next to me.

'I'm sorry' he said to me. He put his arms around me which made me fell worse; it reminded me of how Emmett's arms had done the same a short while ago. Edward held me close whispering those same two words to me.