A/N: Hey babes! You're all so amazing, sticking with this story, even though I go through a lot of blocks, I really do try to make you happy! I'm so glad you guys like this story, we all love Emmett and nothing hurts.

This next chapter is a summary to the last two chapters, I wanted to deal with Eddie and Rose before continuing. But it is by no means the end to our story. It doesn't contain any smut unfortunately, but I'll make up for that later ;)

I just thought I'd add, your comments really help me to keep writing, and although it sounds selfish, please keep them coming!

Despite her objections, and her obvious wishes against it, their lie in had to end at some point. Her stomach growled hungrily and the sound evoked a chuckle from Emmett, his body shifting to sit up. "Come on clumsy Bella, time to eat." He said, and she smiled at the nickname, standing with him as he pulled her up from the bed. The blanket fell from his body, baring all his naked glory to her eyes and she blushed, biting her lip and chuckling. She managed to catch the fallen sheet, wrapping it around her body, and she couldn't help the amused giggle at his disappointed pout.

"Emmett, clothes." Flushing, she turned to dress herself. A hand wound around her waist, and she yelped as he pressed her back against his chest, her hands fumbling to keep the sheet up, gasping as he caught it in his palm, pulling it away from her "You weren't complaining before." He breathed into her ear, and she shuddered as his fingers brushed over her chest. She leaned against him, her hand releasing the material as her body bent to his command. She glanced up, her eyes catching her reflection in the mirror, she could see her body easily framed by his, his hands settled over her stomach and she watched entranced as his head bowed, tucking into her neck and blowing cold air against her skin.

"Emmett..." She breathed, her head turning to the side, pressing a small kiss to his cheek as her ring finger thread together with his. "I need to change so I can eat, human remember." She teased breathlessly. He smiled, she could feel the movement over her skin, and she closed her eyes, her neck falling to the side. He pressed a multitude of kisses along the pale column of flesh, his breath tickling her sex-messed hair. She smelt of Bella, and he smothered his nose into her neck, inhaling deeply.

She turned in his arms, her body bare and pressed against his as her arms wrapped around his neck, she leaned up, her mouth pressing softly against his lips. He leaned forward, kissing back, his hands enclosing around her thin body protectively. Their lips danced, and she felt her breathing turn uneven, the excitement from the morning returning.

She pushed him back, shaking her head and smiling amused."If we start." She breathed, we'll never stop." He chuckled, nodding his consent as he released her from his hold, reluctantly allowing her to step away. Grabbing a new pair of jeans and pulling them on and over his hips, he leant down, pressing a kiss against her lips. "Stay here, I'll go get breakfast." She objected, but he had already gone, his body disappearing from the room.

She stared at the doorway for a few seconds before walking over to the dresser and taking a seat on the dark velvet of the piano-seat styled stool. Her hand reached down to grasp the sheet and she wrapped it back around her chest. She picked up the brush, frowning at her reflection; her skin was blotted and dry from crying, a flush filling her complexion at the dampness between her legs, knowing full well that part of it wasn't her fault. She sighed, running it through her hair, pulling through the knots till her dark, ochre hair lay in thick wavy locks across her breasts and shoulder.

She felt a rush of wind brush over her back, causing a shiver to run along her spine. A smile curled over her lips as she stood from the stool, her hand beginning to loosen.

"Back so so-" His voice cut off as she saw who stood at the doorway, Bronze hair glinting as the newly risen sun hit against them. Her hand clutched the sheet tighter, seeing as it was her only line of defence against him at this point, she was more naked than she had been the last encounter. She stepped back, putting the dresser between them, watching him warily with a distrustful eye. He looked paler than usual, and a depressing aura lingered around him. His eyes were black, and the skin beneath them looked bruised, but despite his pitiful state, her fear didn't ebb away, even after being chased away from Emmett once, he had come back, she didn't trust him, and she probably never would.

"Bella-." He said softly, stepping forward, but she raised her hand, stumbling back, her eyes widening. "Stay back." She snapped, fear ebbing through her body, her throat tightening. But it didn't seem to faze him, because he raised his hands, as if such an action would console her growing nervousness, as if it would mean any sign of peace when those very hands had caused her so much pain and disgust before. "Bella, just let me-" He pleaded, but all she could see was the lessening distance between them, the closer he was, the feeling of helplessness returning.

"Emmett!" She screamed, gasping in fright when her view was blocked unexpected, a body appearing before her. She saw the thick arms and the well-cut muscles of his back and relief rooted in her mind as she stepped closer to him, her hands shaking as she hid behind him, away from Edwards eyes.

"Bella please, just listen to me." Edward begged from around him, but she cringed, shaking her head. "There's nothing to talk about." She answered her strong voice wobbling. "Dammit Bella, I love yo-".

Then he was gone, a snarl ripping through the room as Emmett's body darted forward, his hand wrapping tightly around Edwards neck. "Don't you dare" He growled, "You're a liar, and to call your feelings love, after what you did to her last night. She was hysterical!" He roared.

Edward snarled at him, the tightening grip over his neck causing webbing cracks to gather over his skin.

"This would've never happened if you hadn't touched what didn't belong to you; you opened Pandora's Box, now you have to deal with the consequences."

Bella's eyes widened at the threat, and she gasped. "Those weren't consequences." She cried, "You hurt me Edward, how can you blame anyone else but yourself for what you did!" His black eyes turned to her, and he blinked sadly. "It's because I love you Bella, that I can never let you go." He gasped when Emmett's grasp tightening, his skin beginning to indent and tear.

"I should've killed you." Emmett bared his teeth, shoving his brother into the wall, debris falling to the floor at his feet. "How dare you come back into this room, how dare you talk to her! You don't deserve to breathe the very air she does after everything you've put her through, after how much you've beaten her down!"

The noise had attracted the attention of the household and Bella flushed as everyone filed into the room, their eyes grim. Alice rushed across the room, pulling her into a hug.

"I'm so sorry Bella." She breathed brokenly, "I should've paid attention, I should've seen this coming." Bella shook her head, smiling sadly. "No one could've stopped this Alice, don't blame yourself for someone else's sins.

She wrapped the sheet tighter around her, and stepped further back, her eyes lowered. She hated the attention, but even she wouldn't dream of intercepting Emmett. She half expected Carlisle to intervene, but he only held his wife tightly, consoling her quite sobs, his eyes cast away, as if he were wiping his hands clean of the situation. The thought was frightening; that Edwards's actions had driven him far enough to wipe his hands clean.

"What makes you think you have the right?" Emmett snarled, releasing his neck so he could speak, but no words came from his mouth. Instead the answer came from behind the group. "Well, he had her first; she can't mess with Vampires and not expect to get bitten." They all turned eyes to the tall blond at the back, her arms folded over her bosom. Her sharp eyes stared at the pair. Bella could feel hurt swell in her chest, having expected Rosalie to find some sort of understanding due to the similarity of their attacks, but it seemed she was still driven by revenge.

Even Emmett had frozen in shock at her words, his fingers unfurling as he stared at the women who used to be his wife. He tried to find words, but none came, the two people he used to call his family were very quickly becoming more unfamiliar than a pair of strangers.

Esme broke out of her husband's grasp, her eyes wet with unshed tears as she stared at the crumbled form of her first step-son, then at the form of her first step-daughter, her heart breaking at her next words "Get out of my house." Esme whispered, pointing at both Edward and Rosalie, their eyes widened in disbelief. "Get your belongings and leave, you've both driven this too far for there to be any way for us to live together and I won't have you doing this under my roof. If Emmett hadn't come home, you would've raped the women you claim to love, and you." She pointed at Rose. "You're so guided by your jealousy that you can't even recognize the terror she must be feeling, when you yourself have experienced it. I'm done, get out now!" They both made to decline, their mouths opening to argue.

"Now!" Esme cried. Her eyes closing in anger, squeezing shut as she heard their footsteps, then the shuffling in their rooms. Everyone had fallen silent, till finally they heard the slam of the front door, the house now empty of two people.