A/N:Hey everyone! I am so so so so so sorry that it has taken me so long to update, at first, I was a little afraid that continuing the story wasn't worth it, but now I don't care and am going to continue writing regardless. I am not going to give a specific update schedule because I only have internet access when I go to the library. Well, enough jabbering for now, I will see you at the end!

Disclaimer: I know I forgot to put this thing the past couple times but… sadly we all know I am not Stephanie Meyer and that means I do NOT own her characters. The plot however is mine. I will not do a disclaimer again because in my story description it clearly says I do not own Twilight so yeah… Enjoy! :D

Chapter 2: Brewing of the storm

Bella PoV

He sauntered forward with a look in his eye I had seen all too much in recent years. IT had changed both of us, but never had he looked at me that way.

I turned to run for my chambers in an attempt to hide myself from him. He had become a monster, keeping strange women in constant company.

Before I could reach the safety and confinement of my chambers he latched onto my arm.

"Now Bella, why do you run from me? Do you wish to hide... from me... your brother?" He tightened his grip on my arm, I was beginning to lose all feeling in my hand. He had so far clouded his mind that he did not notice the tears that were pooling in my eyes as his grip continued to tighten.

I turned to look him in the eye. I knew I must do something to save myself from him and stop this from happening. I remembered back to when we were kids.

Flashback

"Emmett, Emmett!"

"What is it Bells?" As Emmett came running to me, I prepared myself to leap into his arms knowing he would catch me.

"I want you to teach me something!" I was just about to jump when he grabbed me by the waist and threw me over his shoulder.

"What is it Bells?" He asked again, only this time instead of answering I began beating on his back screaming 'Put me down,' repeatedly. "Alright, alright just promise you will stop hitting me and tell me what it is you want to learn. But I have a pretty good guess..."

He put me down and I asked him just what his guess could possibly be.

"Well... I was just going to say you wanted to learn to fight cause let's face it Bells... you hit like a girl!" With that he bust out in a fit of laughter.

"Hey!" I started chasing him around the yard laughing along with him until we were tired out and collapsed under the shade of the great oak.

"Besides..." I said while trying miserably to catch my breathe. "That was not what I wanted to learn."

"Okay then, what do you want big brother Em to teach you?"

"Teach me how to spit!" His eyes got big and with that I laughed.

"Spit? Why would you want to learn how to spit?"

"Because I see you and Dad doing it all the time, and if you can do it then I want to be able to too!"

End Flashback

I spit in his face causing him to release my arm, I winced as I struggled to escape him, the blood flow to my hand had been restored and a sharp tingling feeling had come as a result. As he busied himself with clearing his eyes, I used all the strength I could muster to kick him in the gut.

"You are NOT my brother!" I screamed. "You are a hopeless drunk! My brother disappeared three years ago! He never kept strange company, and he certainly never approached me in the manner that you just did!"

With that I ran. Out of my home, away from the man who was once my Emmett. Once I was a good distance away and the snow had begun to fall, I chanced a look back. He was standing in the door frame still holding his gut.

I screamed into the wind. "If you ever see my Emmett again, tell him I am sorry, for I do not expect I shall ever come back!" With that I turned away and left my home forever.

Edward PoV

It was a day just like any other since mother fell ill. Everyone was walking on eggshells in hopes of keeping her happy. My stepfather Carlisle had married mother shortly after my father died. Alice and I were ten at the time, that was seven years ago.

Carlisle had wanted what was best for his son, Jasper, and niece, Rosalie. He and my mother Esme had first meet when father fell ill, Carlisle had been the doctor on staff at the local military hospital. Father had been hit by a cannon ball and the blast cost him his legs. There was a lot of blood and the open wounds - not properly dressed - became infected before he reached the hospital. He died only days after his arrival.

Carlisle had given his condolences and mother had invited him and his family over for dinner.

It was then that we learned his wife and second child died in the birthing process. He had hidden his grief for Jasper's sake.

It wasn't long after the death of his wife and child when Rosalie was sent to live with him. Carlisle's younger brother and his brother's wife had been home asleep when the fire was started, it consumed them before they were able to escape. Rosalie had been staying the night with her friend Vera and did not find out until she and Vera walked to her home the next morning.

Mother instantly fell in love with Jasper and Rosalie and had discussed with Carlisle the idea of joining families out of convenience. Eventually the two of them did fall in love.

Since mother fell ill Carlisle has been doing all he can to make her well, but nothing has worked. We take turns spending time with mother. Today I was sitting beside her bed talking to her about my day.

"Mother, did you know that Alice is making you a new dress for you to wear once you are well?" I always tried to keep conversation light when I talked to mother to keep her from worrying.

"Oh dear, tell your sister that she need not worry about such things."

"I have mother, but Alice takes after father, once she gets an idea in her head she has to follow through."

"I know it –," before she could finish mother was caught in another coughing fit. I helped to sit hoping this spell would subside in due time.

Bella PoV

The snow had not yet let up. I had been walking for what felt like hours and had just come across the great oak at the edge of our land. I refused to sleep at all even though the sky was growing dark. I feared the snow would swallow me.

Once I had regained my breathe, I broke down in sobs. It had been three years since that day. I was sixteen now and Emmett is twenty-two. No matter how long ago it was the pain in my heart makes it feel like only yesterday.

Emmett changed after it happened; he turned to drink, making the bottle his best friend. He always had some woman with him, and it was rare if he brought the same one home more than twice. He was no longer my caring older brother; he was a heartless drunk.

As time had gone on, I told myself he would move on and sober up, if not for his sake, then for mine. I, however, was wrong.

After my cries subsided, I got up to continue my wanderings. I knew not where I was going only that I was never turning back, and with that I continued my journey trudging through the snow.

A/N: So I did it, I posted chapter two. Sorry to leave you all hanging like that. Edward is here! I know, I know he isn't really a part of the story… yet, but he will be soon.

~Rylandra