I had changed to jeans and a t-shirt, when Emmet barged in the door. His presence was so massive, it seemed like he should have things in orbit around him. He was still mad.
"You leave anything standing in the park?" I was rewarded with a guttural growl. After a while of me picking silently through Pudge's new possessions, Emmett seemed to blow his top.
"What the hell does she want me to do? I mean change a kid? How could I do that? It's illegal and disgusting. I feel like I don't even know who she is anymore." He was stalking around the apartment launching his angry words at me.
"Emmett, she is the same person. She always wanted to be a mom. You know that. Maybe you have to just give her space. Let her find herself." I tracked him with my eyes.
He stopped. "Enough of the happy Dr. Phil horse shit. Get shoes on, it's time for the Cullen family pet's field trip."
I laced up a pair of pink Converse. He did not even acknowledge me as he walked through the door and left it open. I had to rush to catch up.
His Jeep was headed out of the parking lot before I was even close to it. I was forced to sprint and launch myself through the sunroof.
Emmett watched me as I dropped into his vehicle. When I finally met his eyes the agony there made me bite my lip. He had brought me a phone when I needed it most. Sure, the police had my sister's phone tapped and they had triangulated the signal to almost catch Edward and I, but it was the thought that counts.
"Where are we headed?" Instead of answering me, Emmett blasted a nightmarish Skinny Puppy song. He was banging out the beat on the steering wheel and hissing the lyrics.
He's scary. Despite the size and strength that coursed from him, I had never viewed Emmett as scary. He seemed like a devoted Labrador, but seeing this side of him reminded me that he was a predator as well.
He was driving upstate. I knew I had to take matters into my own hands, because Emmett didn't seem to be in a great mood to make decisions.
I opened the door to the Jeep while it was in full motion down the road, I hit the hard ground rolling and got to my feet as quickly as I could. In the distance I could see the familiar blue sign of a Wal-Mart. I began sprinting towards it. My field trip could be there.
I saw the bouncy headlights and knew that Emmett was off-roading to pursue me. I almost made it to the weight-censored doormat when I was caught around the waist.
"Pita, what the hell are you doing? You can't jump out of the Jeep like a crazy person." I was relieved to hear him speak in his normal voice.
He had lifted me so my feet wouldn't touch the ground.
"I want to go to Wal-Mart." I tried kicking him to get myself down.
"What kind of brainless red neck are you?" He dropped me to my feet and grabbed me up in his special 'Pita neck grab'. He forced my head in his direction so I had to look at him.
"Emmett, Wal-Mart saves us money so we can live better. It's a fine establishment." I put my nose in the air as much as I could with my neck restraint.
"You're a ditz. Come on then." Emmett waltzed me into Wal-Mart, never letting go of my neck. We did the perimeter of the store in no time, though halfway through he punched a hole in the wall and ripped out a bunch of wire. I assumed it was the lines to the security cameras.
We were back in front of the Jeep again in under three minutes. Emmett was trying to stuff me into the passenger seat.
Without either of us saying a word, I started attacking him like a cat on its way to a full bath. I clawed at him and bit at his hands.
He dropped me and we both stood there glaring at each other. He tried again and I resumed my defensive maneuvering.
"Aggh! What do you want?!" He was screaming at me.
"I want to walk in that store like a person." I looked at him through one squinched eye.
He sighed with exasperation; he went to grab my neck again. I started slapping at his hand.
"Like a person Emmett. Hold my God damn hand, if you insist on touching me." He held out his huge hand.
"Give me your hoof Pita." I put my small hand in his. He promptly crushed my knuckles together. I began slapping his chest when an elderly couple spoke up.
They were on their way into the store. "Are you two kids newly weds?"
Emmett grabbed my hip and pulled me against him. "Yeah, we are just back from Vegas." I continued to glare at him.
He leaned over me and licked his lips, "Give me a little sugar, my dumpy little love muffin."
The cute couple gave a little chuckle and went on their way.
"Dumpy? No wonder Rosalie likes my dog better than you." I was poking a cobra with a stick now.
"I'm going to dangle you like bait off the penthouse balcony until your stupid stalker comes and takes your crazy ass away." I tried to swallow my smile, but failed.
"Let's go Pita." His voice was softer. As the doors slid open to admit us again, I got an idea to cheer him up.
"Hey Emmett, have you ever played Wal-Mart before?" His interested gold eyes sparkled.
Three hours later, we were still in Wal-Mart. The game I invented had turned into an all out festival of insanity. Officially, the rules were: find a list left over in a shopping cart, grab a cart and get those items, and lastly, to win, you had to find the other player and pelt them with whatever items you had in your cart.
We were pretty much tied, but that was because I had lucked out and found a list that only consisted of ten basketballs.
We had to avoid the other customers and the employees.
Because we were Emmet and Sasha, our game evolved to epic proportions, with Emmett tossing tractors at me.
To unwind we quickly changed all the lettered signs into curses or insults.
We found ourselves sitting on the top row of bicycles, watching a huge screen TV in Electronics.
"Thanks for this." Emmett seemed to be talking to the TV, but I knew he had figured out my angle.
I couldn't fix what was wrong between him and Rosalie, but I could play with him. We could have fun.
I nodded like I had seen Edward nod at the other men in the family.
"You did great tonight. Did you notice how close you are to the humans and you didn't eat any of them?" Hearing his praise, I found myself smiling at him. I lazily spun the wheel of the empty bicycle next to mine.
"We should get home, I want to see Pudge again." I hopped down to the tiled floor. Emmett landed silently next to me. "I hate that freaking dog."
"That won't last, Pudge has a way of getting everyone to love her, even someone with a heart as small as yours has a chance."
I found myself being strangled by a bra.
"Let go, you dung pile!" I tore through the fabric easily. "Now your sorry ass has to go up and buy this torn up boulder holder." I laughed at his discomfort.
He managed to get out of the embarrassment by dropping the bra on the customer service desk with a hundred dollar bill.
