Chapter five, Emmett.
Emmett's point of view.
He slammed the door open with a bang, stumbling into the kitchen after. I looked and saw that Bella lay unconscious on the floor, still breathing unevenly. A panic attack, is what my roommate would've called it.
"Leave her alone!" I roared, grabbing my father's arm and yanking him backwards. He tuned back to me and punched me straight in the jaw, sending a shooting pain through my face.
"Get her out of here!" I yelled at Jasper, the taste of blood filing my mouth. My brother quickly ran into the room and picked Bella up as if she weighed nothing, before running past me and into the hall. I heard the sound of the door opening and slamming shut.
"How long?!" I demanded, stepping away from my 'dad' and in front of the door so he couldn't get to Bella. He just chuckled.
"How fucking long?!" I practically screamed at him, tears welling in my eyes.
"Since college." He spat, staggering towards me to get to the door. "Move!" He hissed, seeing that I stayed still. I growled in anger and shoved him back so hard he fell into the kitchen table, knocking glasses and a plate off, smashing them on the floor.
"You stay away from my sister!" I barked, stepping closer to him.
"You let me see my daughter!" He roared back at me. I stepped forward as I went to attack him, having enough, when a firm hand grabbed my shoulder and held me still.
"Let's go." He hissed through gritted teeth, obviously wanting to get out of here as quick as possible. I ripped his hand off of my shoulder and walked towards my monster of a father, absolutely pissed.
"What the hell is wrong with you?!" I yelled, ignoring Jasper's tug on my arm to stay away, and stepping forward again.
"If you knew how much of a whore she was, you'd do the same!" He yelled his reply, before I punched him in the gut, causing him to double over in pain.
"Emmett, let's go!" Jasper shouted, causing me to turn back to look at him.
"How are you not pissed?!" I yelled, looking at him. He looked back at me with a deep sadness filling his eyes, making him tear away his gaze as shock filled my features.
"You knew!" I bellowed. "You fucking knew! Why didn't you do anything?!" Before he could reply, I heard a chuckle from behind me. I turned back around and looked at Charlie, still sitting on the floor as he held his stomach, but laughing. I kicked him in the stomach repeatedly until he stayed on the floor, then stormed out of the room, throwing the front door open so hard the glass on it shattered. I continued forwards until I reached the car, not wanting to talk to Jasper.
He knew. He knew about everything, and never said anything or stopped it. He said since college. I had left for college at eighteen, that was two years ago. Bella was fourteen when he started. My job as a big brother has always been to protect my siblings, especially Bella. Jasper had always been able to handle himself, but even he needed bumping up sometimes. The time I was needed the most was around two years prior. The year our mother died.
Renee had always played an important role in all of our lives. She was the person that believed in me when I wanted to go to college, she was the one who taught Jasper how to be there for Bella, and she was my sisters best friend. Bella never really had friends. She was always the shy girl who sat at the back of class and read, and Renee always made her have a smile on her face. If she was having a tough day, my mom would always make sure she was there.
When she had died, we were all so distraught. It took its toll on all of us. I had lost my biggest supporter, Jasper had lost his mentor, and Bella had lost her friend, but of course we all lost our kind and caring mother, too. The day I got the call was one of the worst days of my life. I had finished another semester at my college, and was just hanging around in my dorm with my roommate, Edward. We were getting ready to watch the baseball game, when the phone rang. I went to answer it, and was immediately saddened at what I heard.
"E-Emmett?" A quiet voice sobbed. I immediately recognised who it was.
"Bella? Are you okay? What's wrong?" I stepped out of the room to have the little privacy that I could.
"You need to come home." Bella whispered, chocking back a sob.
"Why? What happened?" I heard another couple of sobs, before wind rushed past the phone and another voice filled my ear.
"Emmett." It was Jasper. His voice sounded rough, like he hadn't had a drink in hours, or he had been crying for hours. It was only a little while later that I realised it was the latter of the two.
"Jazz, what's going on?" I asked, pacing my room.
"It's mom." He said, struggling with his words.
"What...what's mom?" I heard him sigh on the other end of the phone.
"Emmett...mom died." He managed to say. I froze in my pacing, a jolt of fear going through my veins.
"What?" I asked, sitting on my bed.
"Emmett...I'm so sorry..." Jasper started, stopping in his words so that he could start crying. I could still hear more faint cries that must've been Bella from across the room.
"I-I'll pack my stuff." I whispered, before ending the call and throwing my cell across the room. I collapsed in hopeless sobs, burying my head in my hands as I cried. Edward must've heard me, because he left me alone for the rest of the day, until I left my room with my bag, telling him I'd be gone for a while.
The day after the call was worse, though. I used my spare key to come into the house, and was immediately sent to tears at the sight I saw when I walked into the house. Bella sat in the living room with Jasper, his arms around her as she completely broke down. I could see that jasper was crying behind her, but he wanted to be strong for his sister. Dad must've been at work, because he would've never left them alone at a time like that.
I left my bag by the door and stepped into the room. Jasper had already seen me, but didn't move from his spot behind Bella. I walked over to my most fragile sibling and crouched in front of her. Her eyes were closed, but when I took her hands they blinked open. She didn't even have time to register what was going on before I had swept her up in a hug, lifting her off of the couch so I stood up straight. Her tiny arms wrapped around my waist as she buried her head in my chest, soaking my shirt through with her tears. I stood there for a couple of minutes, just hugging her as tears streamed down my own face, before she pulled away. Her eyes were a bloodshot red, with red blotches under her eyes and on her cheeks. Her hair was all knotted, and she was just in a sweater and sweats. She looked like a zombie.
I turned to Jasper as he stood up, already coming over to me. He wasn't that shorter than me, coming maybe to just under my nose. He hugged me tight, almost knocking me over from the force he came to me at. I hugged him back and patted him on the back, being there for my brother. The only words I spoke to my siblings after that before dad got home from work were 'I love you, so much'.
The worst day of my life was my mothers funeral, though. I had held it together through the whole service, but seeing Bella break down at the back of the rows as they lowered my mother into the earth shattered me. I immediately made my way over to her and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close. She crinkled my shirt in her small fist, and stained it with her tears, but I couldn't care less. After ten minutes of crying was when I started to get worried for her, though. She started to gasp in the air to her lungs, and when I looked at her, her eyes were wide open. Edward had come to the funeral with me so I wasn't without a friend, and he happened to be in medical training, so he came over and sat next to Bella. He had told me later that she had an anxiety attack. Somehow, he managed to calm her down enough so that she breathed properly, by that point Jasper was there too. Once she was fine, I left them sitting on the bench and walked away, sobbing quietly as they buried my mother.
I got in the back of the car and gently lifted Bella up so her head was laying in my lap. I gently moved my hands from her head, and they came back red. I gulped down the bike in my throat and kept my gaze on my so easily broken sister. The front car door opened but I didn't look up at my brother. The gas on the jeep started, and before we knew it, we were speeding down the road to the hospital.
Chapter five for you guys. Sorry it's taken so long to get this one up, I've been busy with some stuff. I hoped the switching on POV'S was okay, I thought it was good to hear things from Emmett's mind. So, what did you think? Reviews and suggestions are much appreciated. Thank you for reading!
-Bambie.