I turned back on the gaping emptiness and hurried back to my truck, I was anxious to be gone, to get back to the human world. I was to my truck when I heard it,
"Tammy?" I froze. I recognized the voice; it wasn't her but...
"Emmett?" I turned around slowly. "Am I hallucinating?" That was a stupid question. He shook his head and that was it. I bolted towards him and threw my arms around his neck, relieved that one of them stayed. Before I knew it, I was sobbing, soaking Emmett's shirt with tears. I forgot about everything that's happened. I was just happy that he stayed.
He didn't seem to have much of a problem as he picked me up wordlessly and carried me into the house. He was about to put me on the sofa but I clung to him tighter and refused to let go, afraid that this was all my imagination. So instead, Emmett just sat on the sofa with me on his lap, waiting patiently for me to calm down. With his help, my tears subsided and I was able to choke out
"What are you doing here, Emmett?" I told myself I was dreaming, or imagining all of this. But the logical part of me was telling me I wasn't. I'd had so little to do with Emmett it made little sense for me to be dreaming about him. He thought for a minute before answering,
"It's... a long story. For starters, I decided to come back."
"Why?" I asked curiously. He was the last of the Cullens that I expected to see if any of them. His answer surprised me,
"Because I was worried about you Tam." He never called me Tam...he always called me Tammy, that's one reason why I was shocked. Emmett and I were never been very close. The images of my Birthday Party gone wrong flashed through my mind and I looked into Emmett's eyes. They were a light shade of butterscotch, and he was breathing evenly, not holding his breath, which is how I knew he wasn't having any trouble with the scent of my blood.
I let out a sigh of relief. Emmett, sensing my brief moment of fear, smiled and said reassuringly,
"Don't worry Tam." The smile disappeared. He looked down and said almost inaudibly
"I want to apologize." He looked up at me. "About your Birthday. Jasper should've controlled himself better." I hugged him.
"Emmett, it wasn't your fault. I should have been more careful." He looked at me, confused
"You're not upset. Why? He's the reason we left." I looked him straight in the eyes and said slowly
"It. Wasn't. Your. Fault." He dropped the subject. We were silent for a full minute. Then he cleared his throat and continued with his original story
"So like I was saying, I was worried about you. Jasper could feel your depression from all the way in Alaska, which is unusual. He normally has to be in at least the same area. That's when I knew you weren't okay." I was still a little confused and shocked.
"So, you came back?" He must have interpreted it in the wrong way.
"Do you want me to leave?" I almost went hysterical again and clung to him.
"No! Don't go anywhere!" My words were muffled because I had my face buried in his shoulder, but I knew he heard.
"Don't worry. I'm not going anywhere. Shh, calm down Tammy." I felt better knowing Emmett wasn't going anywhere...at least for now. We walked outside and I remembered I left my truck running,
"Shoot," I said with half-regret and half-anger. I climbed into the passenger seat and Emmett drove me home. He didn't even drive anywhere near the high speeds his family did. He probably knew about my fear of speed and actually kept to the speed limit.