A/N: I don't own Twilight. This chapter went through some changes and did not end up as planned originally. But it makes for a more interesting chapter. The beginning of the chapter is inspired by "Infra-Red" by Placebo. The end of the chapter (starting in Bella's Point of View) is inspired by "And Then You" by Greg Laswell. (I also don't own either song or the artists).

Pain

Emmett's Point of View

"Emmett, you and Bella need to get the hell out of Forks." Jasper said when I answered the phone. "Edward is on his way back and I am too far away to keep you in one piece."

"Jasper, we can't just leave. She isn't all that stable. Carlisle wants her to rest as much as possible, he won't agree to me just taking her and leaving."

"Yes he would. How do you think Edward is going to react when he comes home and sees his girlfriend, whom he is never had relations with, is pregnant? He already suspects something is going on. We are going to try to make it down there, but we probably won't arrive before he does."

"Okay, okay, I get your point. I'll get her out of here." I say and hang up the phone. He really does care about us. I hate having to run, but I can't put Bella under the stress of letting Edward find out.

I turn over to where I am facing Bell and wake her up. "Come on darlin', we have to get up and go. Edward is coming home shortly."

"Do what?" The mention of Edward must have startled her into sudden awareness. She is awake and out of bed before I can even begin to explain. She is rushing to the dressers and packing up whatever first met her pale hands.

"Slow down, that pace is just too fast for a human."

"When will he be here?" she asks without slowing down.

"Less than the time it takes to get from Russia to here. Jasper said Edward was on his way." I say. I hate telling her the limited amount of time we have and I hate seeing her pack like crazy.

"Bell, I want you to take the keys and tell Esme why we are leaving. Then you can go on to the car and get comfy. I will finish packing and be down in a few minutes."

"Alright." She says and kisses me. Coming out has given us some since of freedom. She leaves the room and heads down stairs. I hear her talking to Esme and finally exit to the garage. I am almost finished packing when I hear it; a vehicle coming up the driveway.

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Bella's Point of View

I unlock the car doors and get into the passenger's side. I hate having to leave like this. I shouldn't have to hide in my own home. Technically, it is more Edward's home than mine. Sometimes I just want to come clean with the whole thing, but I couldn't handle that stress. And I would prefer my children meet their father.

I lean my head between my legs. All this stress is making me dizzy. The music Esme is playing inside the house is beginning to lull me to sleep despite how loud it is. But I am rudely awoken by the sound of the garage door opening and a silver Volvo pulling in. Edward. We had less time than we thought.

I hold my breath and begin to pray they go inside and don't come towards this end of the garage. I am hoping Esme's music, with its steady rhythm will disguise my heartbeat. My scent can be excused as me being here. Edward hasn't smelt it in 3 months, so it would seem more potent anyways.

My prayers are granted as I hear the door connecting the garage to the house open. I exhale when I hear it close. But I know I can't stay in here for very long.

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Emmett's Point of View

Edward is already here. I thought we would at least have 10 more minutes. I didn't realize they were that close to the area. Bell is probably out in the car by now. I hope he didn't notice her.

I am relieved to hear the door open and only on set of footsteps. I run down the stairs only to face my brother for the first time in over 3 months. I let my mind go blank and concentrate only on the minute things. The way Edward's hair was less kept than normal. The clothes he was wearing the last time I saw him are the same ones he has on now. The tattered black jeans and the black long sleeve shirt.

"Okay Alice. Its not like I had a closet out in the woods." He says. I am glad he is joking around.

"Good to see you still have your sense of humor." I tell him.

"Yeah." He says and pauses.

"Is Bella here." He asks. Not wasting much time.

"She has been staying here on and off."

"Wait, why are you not at college?"

"Well, we decided to take the rest of the semester off. Bell was getting sick, she missed home." I tell him.

"I'm not surprised. She really loves it here, ironically." He says and makes his way to the couch. Just before he sits down I hear a car engine start, I know by the sound of the engine that it is the car I gave Bell keys to. I act calm and casual but to no avail.

"She's here isn't she?" Edward straightens up, not having fully sat down.

"Well, she was." I tell him and he begins to head outside and after the car which is now half way down the driveway. Apparently Bell just needed motivation to learn to press hard enough on the gas pedal.

"Don't you dare go after her!" I scream at him. "If she wanted to see you, she would have stayed and saw you. You can't just show up here whenever you want and expect her to grovel at your feet. The relationship just isn't on your terms you know. You didn't want to be around her, so you left. She doesn't want to be around you now, so she left. Fair is fair." I tell him. I have wanted to tell him this for a while. Ever since I saw her crying the first week he was gone.

"You have no right to tell me how to run my relationship."

"Maybe he doesn't but I do." We had been too busy arguing to hear the car turn around and come back up the driveway.

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Bella's Point of View

I made it down to the main road before I realized what I was doing. I had wanted to run from Edward, I didn't want to face my problems. I had left Emmett, the one who had stood up for me so much, alone with a person I did not trust, and one of the few people capable of taking him down. I was tired of running from this, of hiding the truth. It was only fair to Edward to know. The relationship needed to end. I made up my mind and head back to the place I now considered home. To face my soon to be ex-boyfriend with the man I loved.

When I arrived back Emmett and Edward were into it.

"You have no right to tell me how to run my relationship." Edward shouts.

"Maybe he doesn't but I do." I say as I get out of the car. My slightly wobbly walk of a nearly 4 month pregnant woman carrying twins wasn't as impressive as I had hoped. It did, however, have the surprising effect on Edward I thought it would. Edward stood stunned, starring at my belly, unable to speak. But while his body and mouth were silent, his eyes were not. Rage began to slowly build and his eyes turned a pitch black, a black which could only be seen in the darkest of caves with no flashlight. It was a frightening black.

"Bella, please tell me my eyes betray me. Please tell me its just extra weight. No, don't tell me. I'm through with your lies." He says. He moves towards me and I am frightened. Before he can reach me Emmett is in front of me, slightly hunkered down in a protective stance. His head is level with mine. My protector had become my enemy.

"I'm disgusted by the two of you. How was I so blind? How could I just let you trick me like this. It's bad enough that my girlfriend is a harlot, but for my own brother, my married brother, to have fallen to her, this is unforgivable." Edward says. He has turned into the "holier than thou" Edward. While this fits, it still hurts. I deserve this. I deserve to hear his anger.

"First off, do not call her a harlot. She is not a harlot. She has been with one man and that is it. Second, the sin is ours." Emmett says, jumping to my defense.

"Yes, the sin is against me. My own brother! How could you."

"And you're telling me you have been so much better? You nearly killed her, I only loved her." And this is all it takes to spur them into a fight. All I can make out is a mix of colors going around in a circle. I see the light blue and white, most likely Emmett as he was wearing blue jeans and a white sweater this morning. Edward must have been wearing all black, because the circle is dense with it. I cannot watch for long. Not only is my heart ripping in two, fearing for Emmett and what this will do to the family, the spinning makes me nauseous. It's 10 times worse than watching a ceiling fan spin around. I sit down on the ground knowing I will have to have help to get back up. I hate this. I should have just driven on, but I couldn't. I couldn't keep running. In 5 months these babies would be here. This could not remain a secret forever.

Esme has made it outside. She may have been out before I pulled up, I do not know. But now she is at my side, unsure of how to stop them. A sweet sound comes to our ear as we here the Mercedes pull up. Carlisle stops the car and runs out, and soon his khaki and white become intertwined in the swirl of black, blue, and other white. This raged on for hours. None seeming to gain any ground. I know they will not weaken anytime soon. This could go on for days, unless someone could intervene.

The only one who would be any match for these two would be Jasper. I had heard of his training. But he was half a world away. Wait, Alice. Alice must have seen what was going to happen which is why Jasper had called. Knowing Alice, she and Jasper were on their way back here, fearing the worst.

I begin to weaken. I am weaker than I have been in a while. Esme must notice this because she picks me up and cries out. "Carlisle!" Suddenly the spinning stops. The whirlwind of the family has stopped and three individuals can be seen. Their clothes are shredded in places, but in this moment I do not care. My body is overtaken with pain.

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Emmett's Point of View

I knew Edward and I were both full of anger, at this point, we were as close to hate, if not there, for one another as we could be. I know he is angry, and I would be as well, but his years should have taught him to hold his tongue and think about what he was saying before he said it.

The fight was getting nowhere. When it came down to it, we were both equals when it came to fighting. Now we were both filled with anger and a reason for fighting. This made us even more lethal. We fought silently. No words needed to be exchanged at this time. He had his reasons for wanting me in ashes, and I had mine. The fight continued on. We exchanged our blows but to no avail. Noone was gaining ground in this fight. Carlisle's intervention did little to slow the fight. The only thing which ended this fight was Esme yelling for Carlisle and seeing Bell on the ground, paler than any vampire I had ever seen and clearly in pain.