Disclaimer: I'm getting bored of writing these. I think you all know that my name isn't Stephenie Meyer.
Chapter 6.
Emmett had called me from his car. The poor man was as broken as I was, and sitting in his red truck and parked up right outside my house. Our arms found each other and we just clung to one another as we both cried hard. Ugly, snotty wet cries. Emmett's whole body shook in my arms right there on my doorstep.
Once we moved inside and sat down our hearts had broken a little more. Where on earth would we start? How much did he know?
Emmett was the one to break our sniffly quiet: "Is it true you found them?" I nodded. His reddened gray eyes met mine. "Tell me?" he requested. I shook my head.
"I can't… I…"
"Rosie, please, I need to know, this just can't be real… It's all just a crazy nightmare. I need you to tell me exactly what you saw."
I felt physically sick, the remains of my morning coffee gurgled in my belly. I remember my hands going to my face and attempting to scrub the tears from my eyes. I looked at Emmett and as much as I didn't want to relive the events of the last day, my friend appeared to need it.
"I was sick," I began. "I came home. Ed...he wasn't meant to be home until tonight...I didn't see his car when I got home because my mind was elsewhere. When I got upstairs, the shower was on...I...I assumed that maybe he was sick too...but...but when I went into the bathroom… they… he…"
Emmett shook his head. "What. Were. They. Doing?"
I choked back a sob. Edward had always promised me that he had never been down on another woman - even during his slutty teenage years. "His face was between her legs. They didn't see me right away. The bed was unmade, I think they'd been at it for a while."
Emmett nodded. His fists were clenched in his lap, his right one bruised and bloodied. "Don't move," I murmured and went into the kitchen to fetch him something for his hand. I sat down beside him and gently reached over for him. He allowed me to ice his knuckles.
"She told me it's been going on for months. Like literally since you moved back here."
That long?! When on earth did they have the time? Emmett read my mind. "During the day when we were working and when Bella was supposed to be at school."
"But you got ENGAGED!" I exclaimed. "She said she was going to MARRY you." Em shook his head sadly. "Even after you proposed to her, they continued? I had no idea that anything was going on. Edward was so normal…"
Emmett told me that it had been the same with Bella. Nothing had seemed different, she had been her usual self. She'd be there when he came back from work in the evenings and she would be in their bed if he were to come in after working a night shift. He, like myself, had no reason whatsoever to think that something was amiss.
The real kicker though, was what happened next. "She doesn't want to be with me anymore." Emmett said. "They want to be together. They don't want us."
I laughed. Howled with hysterical laughter at what he had just said. "What… Em you're kidding, she said that? She's actually expecting him to throw away a ten year relationship… a marriage for a fling!?" The whole thing was getting even more unbelievable. What the fuck was Bella smoking?
Em took the ice pack off his injured hand and examined it, he winced as he flexed his fingers. "They both came to see me. Together. They said that they want to be together."
Right there, on the same couch that not a day and a half before my husband and I had held each other and cuddled, my heart shattered into a million pieces.
Eeeesh.