Soooo. Who's ready to eat me yet? Yeah, I know its taken FOREVER to get this one out but I've been un inspired lately! Oops. . Well anyways, here is chapter four.

Bonding Flight

Oh, and if you haven't caught on –like my friend DID NOT- Edward & Alice are brother and sister. Same with Jasper & Rose who're twins. Okay??

ON WITH THE STORY!!!!!!

M

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"Isabella Marie Swan!! Why don't you let us by your damn plane ticket? Just this one freaking thing!!" Rosalie was trying to stare me down, and if I didn't know her better I'd have been terrified. She wasn't one to be messed with.

"Because, Rose, I know you!! You'll go all Bella barbie on me and wanna buy me a bunch of junk that I'll never wear! And you, Miss Hale, wont take no for an answer." Jasper chuckled behind us softly.

"You know she's right Rose. You just wont be able to resist being able to buy her a whole. New. Wardrobe. In ITALY. Will you?"

Rose shot him an evil glare.

"But Bella!" She whined at me. "Why can't I do both? I mean, that's what friends are for right?" I looked into her grinning face and smiled up softly at her.

"Friends. Hmm. Friends that…listen to each other?" Rose looked down to her heel clad feet. "Rose. Just let me pay for this one thing. I won't complain at all in Italy. I swear."

She glared down at me for a couple more seconds before breaking out in a gleeful smile.

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you Bells!!" She gripped me in a huge bear hug, and calmed down for a solemn second. "I know what a sacrifice it is to make you shop. And THANK YOU for giving lil' ol me the pleasure of doing for you!" The hyperness was back.

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"Excuse me? Uhm, do you think that maybe I could have the isle seat? I can't really fit in the window seat."

His voice rumbled, pulling me out of my memories. I looked up to the big strong guy, the one that hugged me from before. He recognized me, and immediately looked uncomfortable. I scooted over a seat. He really wouldn't have fit. I laughed into my hand at his guilty face.

"Bella?" His voice was hesitant. I flinched. Even this complete stranger was treating me like china.

"Yeah?" I looked at him, and saw him relax at my normal answer. I wonder what he'd been expecting. Frustration burned in my blood. If this was how it was going to be for the rest of my life, I may as well join the covenant now.

"I'm really sorry for before. I didn't mean to hurt you or anything. I…it was just me. I didn't know about your history. I'm sorry." I looked up into his sincere face and nodded. He really was sorry. Not all guys where like Mike. I said that a couple times before I spoke up, my voice strong.

"That's okay…..?"My hand was in between us, and I flushed red probably to the roots of my hair. Here I was and I didn't even know his name. Oops.

"Emmett." His took my hand in a strong, firm grip. "Nice to meet you." I smiled at him. Really, despite all the muscles and stuff, he was a nice guy. That I knew of. Mike was a nice guy to, until….. I shuddered. Bella. You will not be going back there now. Do not freak the poor man out any more.

The pilot's voice came over the intercom.

"Passengers, were about to start our flight to Italy. We will be landing at 12:30 pm, if all goes on course." I sighed and looked down at my watch, vexed to see it was only 12:30 am. Whoever didn't make planes fly faster really needed to get their brains checked!

Note to self: Next vacation is in Port Angelus

"Aww, man! Why can't Italy be 30 minutes away? Or how about a time portal thingy?! We could step through a door and POOF you'd be…..where ever." Emmett whined besides me. I couldn't help but laugh. He was exactly how I always thought a little brother would be, minus the not so little part.

"So Emmett, it seems as if we have a looooong time to get to know each other. So a game of 20 questions?" His eyes darkened for a second but then lightened just as quickly. I probably imagined it.

"Okay me first?" I nodded and he clapped his hands gleefully, which to say the least looked really weird coming from a 6f 4 man. "Uhmmm. Okay! Favorite colour?"

"Green." I blurted out, and blushed immediately. He looked down at me curiously. But thankfully didn't question me about it.

"You're favorite candy?" Just the mention of the sugary goodness of candy, his brown eyes lit up again.

"Ooo. All the choices. But I definitely have got to choose livewires. Best candy EVER!" He actually yelled the last part, and I ducked my head and people swiveled around to look at us. "Oops." He laughed loudly into his hand, only somewhat muffling the sound.

The game quickly went from such nice petty questions to not so nice questions, though still not as bad as they could have been.

"Hey Bells!" Emmett boomed again. Already he's been asked to keep quiet about 5 times but he'd ignored them, merely getting louder. "You a virgin?"

I blushed and nodded my head.

"Yeah Emmett, but I almost wasn't remember?" I whispered the last part and he looked down at me curiously. I stared at him in shock, before dropping my head to my hands to quiet the sudden sobs that shook my body. After three hours after meeting this guy I had already told my newly most guarded secret. How would I survive years?

"Shh. Bells, it's okay. Just cry. It'll make you feel better." His large warm hand rubbed over my back soothingly until I calmed down my chocking sobs.

"Em… Emmett. La. Last week, I almost got r..raped." I choked out. My voice was raw from crying and came out huskily.

Surprisingly his hands clenched at his sides, and his breath started to get ragged.

"Raped? Who?" His voice was tight with anger, and I felt a surge of gratitude towards Emmett. I barely knew him and he was angry about someone hurting me. What a sweetheart.

"M..Mike Newton." I managed to stutter out. My mind closing in around me as the memories pushed at me. Flaunting their control over me.

Emmet swore explosively at my side.

"That stupid fucker!" I swung my head to him in surprise.

Note to self: Flinging head quickly = head lash. NOT a good thing.

"You know him?" I questioned, kinda frightened by the answer. I mean, what if he was a friend of Mikes, and supported what he did? My fears where quickly dosed.

"Know him? Before that kid moved to forks? He was always following me and Eddie around at school. You know, in Port Angelus." He finished and I was staring at him in shock. Then started laughing.

"You, all of you, live in Port A?" I managed to gasp out as he looked at me like I was an idiot.

"Yeaaaaah." I snorted at his baffled expression.

"Me, Rose and Jazz are from Forks!" It dawned on him and he too started to burst out laughing. Earning us more dirty glares from the elder lady behind us.

"THAT IS TOO RICH!!" I'd quickly found out that when Emmet laughed or was happy his voice was loud! Not even kidding. It boomed away, not even caring that my ear drums might be in danger.

Note to self: Buy earplugs…FAST

Together we finally managed to calm down, and leaned breathlessly on each other.

"All these years." I murmured quietly. I'd definitely been cheated out of many amazing friendships.

"Yeah, all those years. Bells, what did Newton do to you anyways?" His voice was soft, but I could hear the curiosity –and anger- behind it, and decided to tell him. I looked at him warily. Soft brown curls, nice, kind brown eyes. I trusted him.

"You won't tell anyone will you? Not even Alice or Edward?" He agreed slowly. Not liking the prospect of keeping secrets from his friends. "I know you don't like to keep secrets away from them, but I don't want them to treat me differently. And, well, without knowing me they will. I'll tell them on my own eventually. I mean, where prob gonna stick together now anyways right?" Again he solemnly nodded his head.

"Okay, so I'll tell you." And I did. In hushed tones, the giant Emmett Cullen leaned in to hear my whispered tale of torture from the hands of Mike Newton. I spoke steadily, and after 30 minutes the telling of the tale left me hunched in my chair. Talking about it had helped, not re-visiting the nightmares.

He was silent for what seemed like ever after that. The silence grew, as did my fears. Did he not want to be my friend anymore? Where we even friends? What if he told Alice and Edward? What if-

"Isabella." I hesitantly raised my eyes to look into his furious eyes. "If Newton," He spat the word, "ever comes near you again I demand that you pick up your phone and call my number. I am officially your new and only brother. You are my sister. I will from now on protect you from slimy men who don't appreciate what's in front of them. And don't be afraid to call. Even if it's not Newton." He finished with a big sigh and slumped down in his seat. What a speech.

"So I re-opened your… burns," the word was forced, "when I hugged you?" I nodded, still mute from his speech before. Did he have multiple personality disorder or what? "Well then I am so so sorry. Please forgive me." I again nodded mutely. Trying to figure out what had just happened.

The silence crept back in after that, but it wasn't awkward. It was, homey? I felt very at ease with Emmett. Almost, as if he was a, brother?

"Emmett, did you really mean it?" He turned his sad eyes towards mine, and I was surprised to see tears brimming, just about to cascade down his face.

"Mean what?" His voice croaked out. The tear spilled over and ran down his face. "Being your brother? Yeah. I never had any siblings. Never wanted any, didn't wann'em to have the same fate I was doled out." His happy face folded into a scowl. I also didn't press him for the story.

Yeah, I'd spilled my story. So what? He didn't owe me at all. If anything, I owed him for letting me spill and get it off my chest.

"You wouldn't guess from the kinda guy I am now, but the first fifteen years of my life where miserable. I know, I'm a pretty happy guy now, but that's thanks too countless amounts of counselling, and years of hard work to forget my past scars." He paused briefly. Only to take a large gulp of air, steadying himself. "I know this is pretty common, but the only reason I'm sitting here today with you is because my "father" forced my mum."

I stared at him in shock. Poor Emmett.

"That's, why I reacted so, harshly to you almost being raped. But apparently after I was born, he saw what he did wrong and came to live with my Mother, and she believed him. Believed his lies." I saw past ghosts haunting his eyes.

"Emmett, it's okay, you don't have to-"

"But, he lied. And she believed him, and it all turned out to be one big game. I remember when I was told what had happened. By one of her friends, not that long ago actually."

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I sat down and squinted nervously around the dimly lit coffee house. It was years after my mothers, murder, and I was finally finding out the real story. The one's the cops didn't edit before feeding it too me. Growing up with a murderer, who posed at a father didn't help my outlook on life. It was only 3 years ago that he'd been locked up. For life. But that didn't take back what he'd done to me in the 15 years before that.

The door jingled cheerily as it opened, admitting another customer. It still managed to surprise me how much the world went on it its normal way, despite what nightmares litter the ground.

"Emmett? Emmett Whitlock? Is that you?" I spun around and saw the disbelief sketched upon her face. Yeah, I wasn't the same scrawny kid I was three years ago. I'd built up. Making sure no one would ever hurt me again.

"Yeah, it's me." I stuck out my hand and she gripped it almost shyly. Shaking it timidly. She had red hair, the most vibrant colour I'd ever seen on someone before. And an amazing body, but my mind wouldn't –couldn't- be drawn to these things, because today I was finally going to find out about my parents.

"Well you've certainly changed." The shy mousy demeanour had gone as she purred the words at me. Yeah. Innocent. Sure.

"Mh-hmm." She looked disappointed by my lack of conversation and collapsed into the chair beside me.

"Okay. So you wanna know about your mum?" Now she was completely laid back, and obviously wanting to be somewhere else, snapping her gum impatiently. I nodded slowly and she started my Mother's tale.

"Well, you're Mum met your Dad at a club. There was obvious chemistry, but your mum was the type of gal that wanted to wait for marriage, have tons of kids, with the house and the white picket fence. A really classy lady. A bunch of her friends had begged her to go to the club, she didn't regularly hang out at joints like that. So when we all decided to leave, your dad suggested that your mum leave with him. Shocked she had kindly declined, and obviously that didn't go over to well. He followed us to her house, waiting until she fell asleep to rape her."

Tears fell freely down my face as I learnt about my Mother's down fall. The last hours of her freedom. I wish that I wasn't here. Wasn't alive. That would mean she would be. Happy with her kids and the white picket fences. Living the life she dreamt of.

"You okay kid?" I shook my head yes again and she continued wearily on with her story. "She knew she'd been raped, but had no proof! No bruises, ripped skin, no evidence what so ever to pin the guilt on your Dad. He didn't even need to move out of town, because no one believed her. Minus a few close friends." She paused again and lit a smoke, pulling on it. "3 months later she found out she was prego and was frantic. To keep or not to keep. She battled back and forth, was a wreak for weeks before deciding to keep you, obviously. She said that it wasn't her choice to destroy life. You didn't ask for the live you'd been born into. We all knew she'd be a wonderful mother and assured her so, but that didn't keep her from worrying about the world she was bringing you into. Cruel, broken."

I stared at the red head, and got lost in my memories. My poor Mother. Strong Mother. Amazing Mother. If only I'd gotten to meet her.

"Six months later, she went into labour and was rushed to the hospital for a C section, and brought home a shinning baby boy in her arms. You." She pointed her smoking cigarette towards me before continuing in a softer voice. "She was alone with you for a month, and none of us had ever seen her happier, or more beautiful. Motherhood had made her a gorgeous creature. Unfortunately, your father, who was still in town, noticed also. And decided to pay her a visit."

"First couple times she slammed the door right in his face, brave woman she was, but the more and more he kept coming over she softened and talked to him. Worst mistake of her life. He promised her that he was a changed man, that ten months ago he was a mere boy. He wanted to be a part of his child's life. Her heart softened more and more towards him. But we all saw the greedy evil part of his soul. The part he kept safely under lock and key from your mum. Until after the marriage."

"It was good at first. He was loving, she was loved, you where the happiest baby ever. But then they started fighting. What's good for the baby, was your mum's side. But your dad always wanted sex, sex, sex. Finally she refused him to many times. And the next day she was dead. But again, he slid from the police's grasp. Acting the part of the poor widowed husband and single Dad. People paid pity on him. So he got to keep you." Anger crept into her voice as she looked at me.

"Your Mother tried to get out of the relationship. To protect you, herself, but just couldn't. I pray you don't make the same mistakes in your life. And," she hesitated now, biting down on her lip, "I… I know that you're mother would have wanted you to have these few things, reminders of her." Silently she passed over a wooded box with the initials E.W. engraved on the top.

"Emmett Whitlock." I whispered under my breath.

Jarringly I opened the box, and its contents made my eyes leak and I was bawling like a baby within minutes, but I could care less. A lock of long curly hair was tied in a red bow, my Mothers hair. I fingered it softly. Then a picture of us in the hospital, moments after my birth. Me wailing, much like I was doing now, and her with a huge smile upon her face. I looked throughout the rest of the tokens and slowly closed the lid and looked across me to thank the woman.

But she had gone. Seconds later I heard the door jingle cheerfully, and I sighed. The world just kept on turning. No matter what.

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Emmett finished his story with a big sigh and reached into his wallet to pull out a battered picture. He put it softly in my hands.

"That's her. That's me." He mumbled softly running over her face with his forefinger. I gazed at the picture to see a woman with long brown curly hair and warm brown eyes look up at me.

"She's very beautiful Emmett, and you look exactly like her." He beamed at my comment. Obviously loving the fact of looking like his mother.

"Passengers, please fasten your belts, we are beginning our descent into Italy, the weather is a balmy 85 degrees and it is 12:30pm. We ask you to please turn off all cell phones, lap tops, ipods and please put up your tables. Please keep seated until the plane comes to a direct stop. Enjoy your stay and thank you for flying with Meyer FlightLines."

"OHMYGOSH!!! NO WAY!!! WHERE ALREADY HERE!! WHOOOOO!!!!!" Emmett screamed besides me, I ducked my head, as to not be connected with the monster that was Emmett. "COME ON LITTLE SIS!! WHERE ABOUT TO HAVE THE TRIP OF OUR LIVES! THIS IS ABSOULTLY NO TIME TO BE SHY!" He was yelling outright now. I better the Cullen's and Hale's could hear him from first class. Wouldn't that be a story.

I decided that he was right. Yeah. I'd been abused. Yeah, I'm shy. But hell yeah! This IS the time of my life and I was gonna live it!!

"WHOOOOO!! ITALY HERE WE COME!" Emmett high fived me cheerfully.

"WAY TO GO LITTLE SISTER!!" The lady had to shut us up again. But we really where to cheerful to take offence.

[[off the plane]]

Emmett and I ran joyfully through the crowds and where jumping on and off the luggage lift thingy when everyone else found us. Rose and Jazz looked at me as if I was insane, but then so did Edward and Alice. Me –again- being super klutz of the day started to fall in midair but then Emmett's strong arms caught me. Careful of my burns.

"Guess what guys?" Emmett boomed to the new arrivals. Everyone's attention zeroed in on us and I was slightly confused by the little glare that Rose had sent me. Edward looked pained, and Alice and Jazz just looked confused.

"Bella and I… ARE BROTHER AND SISTER!!!" Rose suddenly grinned. Edward let out a sigh and Alice and Jazz laughed together. "Yeah we are!! We know EVERYTHING about each other!" He spouted off proudly. I couldn't help but laugh. What a good brother. I'm a lucky girl.

"You told him?"

"You told her?" Alice, Jazz, Edward and Rose all spouted off at the same time. Emmett and I looked at each other, back at the group.

"Yup! Look Emmett I think I see my suitcase!!" And we where off leaving our stunned friends behind.

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So yeah, I know. That one was LOOONG in the waiting, but I got it out and it was LOOOOONGER than all the other's so I think it should make up for your loss.

Sorry for putting the I NEED REVIEWS OR BAH NO STORY FOR YOU mahahahah. Thing, but a long story with not as much reviews doesn't get as much readers. We all know it.

Anywho, I wanna know what you guys thought of Emmett's story. And the "brother sister" thing. Feed back is AWSOME and I'd appreciate some views about the story so far in general.

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M