Chapter 15

Okay, I'm really nervous…

Parents, why do they always have to be so evil?

I've watched countless movies where the future husband or wife meet the other's parents…and they most of the time come out to be evil!

I hope it doesn't come true with Emmett's parents, because some of the shit I've seen-eesh.

"I think I'm sick, maybe you should go without me." I said.

Emmett gave me a glare. "You're not staying home, you wuss. You're coming with me. If you fake sick, my parents will insist on checking up on you."

I squeak in horror. "No! Anything but that!"

He scoffed and rolled his eyes. "You're a bad actress anyways. You wouldn't fool my mom for a second. She's like a human lie detector, and she carries a thermometer in her purse wherever she goes."

"What? Why?" I asked in confusion.

"Because she threatens to take our temperature whenever we faked sick."

"But she'd just stick in the mouth, wouldn't she? And besides, there's other ways of being sick, without running a temp!" I said.

He laughed. "She always knew when any of us faked sick. By the way, she didn't stick the thermometer into the mouth, or the ear."

I shivered. "No, she wouldn't stick it up my-"

"Without a doubt. That's why we never faked sick. She took our temperatures that way. Mom would shove that thing straight up-"

I cut him off by shaking my hands and interrupting. "Okay! That's enough information about that subject. Way more than I wanted to even know, but okay." I said.

He laughed, "I'm not joking either, she'd really do that to us. If you don't believe me, just ask Alice or Edward when we get to my parents house."

"Did you ever get it… you know… shoved up your…?" I asked.

He stared at me with a confused look, but it slowly faded into understanding. He smiled broadly, it made my heart skip. But he looked proud.

"No, I never got that. But Edward on the other hand…well, let's just say that he wasn't so lucky like Alice and myself." He laughed, shaking his head.

"He faked sick, even though he knew what was going to happen?" I asked.

"Oh, he didn't fake sick at all. He was actually sick, he had a stomach ulcer. Mom didn't believe him at first, but when the pain got worse, she had to take him to the hospital. She felt guilty for punishing him, and he never really forgave her for it." Emmett chuckled.

I grimaced. "Don't laugh at your brother's pain."

Emmett shrugged. "He laughed his ass off when I fell out of a tree in our backyard and I broke my right arm. We both laughed at Alice when she got the stomach flu for a week." He said.

"Oh my god, you are terrible." I said, laughing in disbelief.

"Hey, I would be the same way if you had siblings. You'd laugh at them if they got in trouble, or hurt. Heck, sometimes the parents laugh with you. My dad always cracked up with me when mom wasn't looking." He said.

I felt a pang at his words. I could only imagine what it's like to have a good family like that. My mom was killed, and my dad beat me regularly; I had no siblings, or any other family. I would never know what it's like to have a good family scene like that.

Ever.

I smiled a small smile, all humor in me gone. My eyes started to water as memories of a painful past floated back to the surface, cutting through the thick happiness that I had made with Emmett in just a few days.

"Rose, you okay?" he asked, his voice soft.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, yeah. I'm fine, don't worry about me." I laughed. It sounded half like a sob and a dry cough. God, I'm pathetic. I can't even hold myself together from stupid memories.

"How can I not worry when you start to get all teary eyed like that? Is it because I talked about my family in front of you?" he asked.

I shook my head, unable to answer.

He came quietly up behind me, and wrapped his arms tightly around my waist.

"Rose, I don't want you to lie to me…please tell me if I hurt your feelings?" he said, burying his face into my hair.

He rocked me gently side to side, and kept me restrained against his hard, big body.

"I'm fine, Emmett." I said in a broken voice.

He stopped rocking me and his teeth found my shoulder, and bit in gently.

"Rose, don't lie to me." He warned, biting down a little bit harder.

I couldn't contain the shiver that spread through my body as his teeth scored into my skin. I suddenly became aware of him, what effect he had on my body at this moment.

"Rose, I'm going to punish you until you tell the truth." He whispered in my ear, licking my earlobe gently.

I whimpered and let out a frail squeak when he gently nibbled my ear.

"Ready to tell me? Hmmm, Rose?" he asked.

I was getting hot and flustered. My skin started to heat up, my mind started to get foggy.

"Rose, oh beautiful Rose, tell me why you almost started crying." He said into my ear.

"It's because I just I don't really know how it is to really have a family. I can only imagine a fake image; I don't have real memories like you do. All I have is pain, caused by my own father. He raped me, beat me, hell, he threatened to do worse at times. When I was with him, in that house, all I wished for was to be dead. I even considered suicide a couple of times. I almost did it once. It's not exactly the best family life to remember. But when I think of you and your family, you guys had things to laugh about. You had your good times and bad, but all I had was bad. I just got sad when I thought about it; I'm never going to ever see me my mom again. And I can't turn back time to change my past. I'm stuck with what I got, and I don't get a second chance. Not now, not ever." I said.

Emmett turned me around and cupped my face in his hands. He had a look so serious on his face, that it scared me. "Yes you do, you have a second chance." He said seriously.

Tears leaked out of the corner of my eyes, and I gave him a sad smile. I shook my head, "No Emmett, I don't have a second chance."

He nodded and kissed me gently on the lips. "Yes you do. You have a second chance." He guaranteed me.

"How Emmett, how do I have a second chance?"

"You were brought to me. You escaped from your dad, and found me. I'm going to give you a good life, whether you like it or not. Heck, you don't even have to be with me, but I'm going to stay with you until the end, until you're the happiest you've ever been." He said.

I coughed up a sob, and shook my head. "Emmett, this isn't something I'd call a second chance."

"Then what would you call it? Tell me, I want to know." He demanded.

I kissed him on the tip of his nose and let out another sob. "I wouldn't call it a second chance, but a new beginning. I'm not turning back anything, I'm not with my dad, I'm with you. So it's a chance at a new beginning, not a second chance at the old one, we never get those."I said.

He kissed me and hugged me hard, but I loved it.

He pulled away and smiled at me gently.

He pulled me towards the door. "Come on, we need to get you some clothes. All on me." He said.

I dug my feet into the floor, trying to keep myself from moving.

"But Emmett! I don't want to go shopping." I complained. I just sounded like a small child then.

Emmett gave me a fake look of horror and an over dramatized gasp, he even put his hand to his chest with fake surprise, this man is a fruitcake!

"No! That's horrible, well…I guess I could go alone, but I wouldn't give you the satisfaction. But I don't want to drag you out there against your will. So I will call in…reinforcements." He said, saying his last sentence in a too serious voice.

"You are so weird." I laughed.

"Only for you babe, only for you." He said.

Emmett walked over to his phone that sat on the wall of his kitchen; he took it off the hook and dialed a number.

"Hey Bella, I need a favor. I need you to go shopping for me. I need jeans, underwear, bras, shirts, the whole shebang." He said.

A small voice came out to low for me to hear, but it must have been insulting because Emmett's reply was, "No! It's not for me, they don't make bras big enough for me, I have to special order. No, no, just joking. I need you to pick up clothes for my girl. She's like dressed up in my clothes, which are ten times to big for her. She has nothing else, so can you do this for me?"

I laughed and heard a laugh come from the phone, followed by more low talking.

"Well, take Alice with you and mom too. They've both met her and know what she looks like, and what size she is. I'm keeping her, so they're the best bets you have. I'll pay for it all." He promised.

And more low talking.

"Alright! Thanks Bella, tell Edward he better appreciate you more, because he got lucky when he got you. Alright, love ya sis, see you later with the clothes. And remember, the whole shebang!" he said, and then hung up the phone.

He turned around and sighed, "I love my sister in law, she's a miracle worker."

"Emmett, I can't let you pay for all my clothes." I said, feeling guilty.

He shrugged. "Too bad. I have money, nothing to spend it on. And besides, Bella owns a boutique, so she'll probably get a lot of stuff from there, and it'll help out her and Edward. My money is not going to be wasted, not that if matters if it is or not, I don't really spend it on much anyways."

"You have bills to pay." I reminded.

He shrugged. "Rose, my dad is successful, so is mom. I'm successful, so is Alice and Jazz, and so are Bella and Edward. And besides, I want to spoil you. It's my money anyways, so don't tell me how to spend my money woman. I'm going to turn you into a spoiled brat when I'm through with you." He said happily.

I gave him a creeped out look. "Why do you sound happy about that? It's nothing to be happy about, spoiled brats are terrible." I said.

He shook his head. "Not when they have no choice but to be spoiled. I want to spoil you Rose, so suck it up and deal with it. Okay?" he asked.

"Well, I can't control you, so I guess you should have fun spending your money on worthless stuff."

"Not useless. If I went shopping for you, I'd be stuck in a bra shop somewhere, thinking of millions of ways to get your bras off with my teeth. Hey, that doesn't sound like I waste of time, I think I'm going to start doing that when I'm bored." He said.

I arched an eyebrow. "You sir, are a creepy, creepy man."

He waggled his eyebrows, and a lecherous smile spread across his face. "You better believe it baby. Come to think of it, we haven't taken showers yet. Wanna take one with me?" he asked.

I rolled my eyes, and then smiled. "Sure, last one there is a rotten egg!"

I tore off running down the hall, only to be picked up by Emmett on the way there.

"Don't worry; I'm going to be the rotten egg. Your sexy butt is going to get first." He said as he carried me down the hallway to the bathroom.