Ok, this is my latest story. Don't worry. I'll be updating both stories as quick as I can.

This story is based on a movie called. "Something Something."

Disclaimer: I do not own the twilight characters. They are Stephanie Meyer's. And the plot is not mine either. I just put them together. Enjoy :)

Emmett's POV

I ripped the paper into eight tiny pieces and scribbled names onto them. Four pieces had boys' names and four had girls' names. It was hard under the dim light, but I managed. This was important. She definitely hasn't named her children yet. She never does anything without asking me. I'm sure of it.

I heard a creaking noise and looked up to see an officer walk into the jail cell. I recognized him as Marc, one of the kind officers here. He would always be the one to help me out with things.

He sighed and sat across from me. "What are you doing this late at night, Emmett? Your cell is the only one with the lamp on. Are you excited that you're getting released tomorrow? I know it has been pretty harsh here. They didn't even let you talk to anyone outside."

I smiled softly and looked back down at the pieces of papers. "I'm trying to decide what to name my sister's children. It's been eight years since I've seen her, and I'm sure she's had children by now. And, being my sister, she never does anything without asking me."

Marc raised eyebrow uncertainly. "How can you be so sure about that?"

I laughed quietly. "My sister has always been like that. She would even ask if she could eat lunch. We are always there for each other." I sighed and closed my eyes. Bella's smile was behind my eye lids. "And when I see her tomorrow, I will get to see my niece and nephew, too."

Marc laughed quietly. "That's…wow. I didn't know you and your sister were that close."

I chuckled and looked up at Marc. "Help me out." I held my hands out. "Pick one paper from each hand. My left hand has boys' names and my left hand has girls' names."

He smiled and reached out to take a piece from my left hand. He unfolded the paper and read, "Alexander Carlisle."

"Alexander Carlisle…" I sighed, remembering the loving doctor. "I like that. Ok, take one from this hand."

He smiled at my eagerness and took one.

"Renée Leigh."

"Renée Leigh…" I breathed. "That was my mother's name."

Before I could stop it, a tear escaped my eye.

Marc frowned. " 'Was'? Emmett…what exactly did happen. I mean, you seem like a great guy. And yet, you have been convicted of a murder. What happened?

I sighed and remembered the day everything came crashing down on my family's lives.

Flashback (A/N-Right now, Emmett is 7 years old and Bella is 8 months)

My mother held my baby sister, Bella tightly as she got out of the taxi. We were finally going to see my father after the road trip. He didn't join us because he said he had other matters at hand. My father Charlie Swan was a rich man. A billionaire. My mother was very poor. But my father married her, telling her she was the most gorgeous women he had laid eyes on.

My mother knocked on the door and a lady I didn't know opened it. Apparently my mother didn't know her either.

"May I help you?" The lady asked rudely.

Suddenly, my dad appeared behind the woman and wrapped his arm around her waist. My mother gasped.

"Victoria." My dad grunted. "Who is this?"

My mother gasped again and fresh tears were forming in her eyes.

"Ch-Charlie. It's me, Renée." She whispered as the tears were beginning to fall.

"Renée? Oh, right." He put his hand in his pocket and pulled out several stacks of money. "Here." He shoved it into my mom's hands. "I don't need you anymore. You can go stay somewhere else."

My mother stared at him in outrage. "How could you say that?! We have two children! We've lived together for eight years! Did you just marry me for my body?!"

My father grunted. "Yes. Yes I did. Now leave me the hell alone." With that, he shut the door in her tear-streaked face.

I couldn't stand seeing my mother cry. It made me cry too. I couldn't believe that that had just happened. How could father say something like that? Poor Bella will never grow up with a father. I promised myself that I would be her big brother and father.

Mother wiped her eyes and took my hand as she led us back to the taxi. All she told me was that we were going back to grandma's house. She stared out the window the whole time. I looked down at my knees.

Suddenly, Bella woke up and she began to cry. But mom didn't do anything. Bella was crying harder and harder.

I shook my mom's shoulder, thinking she was sleeping. "Mom? Mom?? Mom, wake up. Bella's crying. Mom??"

I shook her even harder, but she didn't wake up. I turned her chin. When I let go, her head fell right back onto the window with a thud.

I gasped.

"MOM!!"

The taxi driver panicked and called the ambulance. We reached grandma's house and the taxi driver helped her out of the car. I took Bella—who was still crying— from her arms. I fumbled through the bag and found the milk bottle and quietly fed Bella, waiting for the ambulance to come.

Grandma came rushing out of the house with a frantic look. She ran over to my mother and began crying. I cried too.

I cried for my mom.

I cried for Bella.

I cried for myself.

Why did my father have to leave us like this? I prayed silently that my mother wouldn't leave me.

Suddenly, I heard grandma scream. I ran over and saw grandma crying uncontrollably. The doctor put his hand on her shoulder and grimaced.

The doctor turned towards me. "Are you that lady's son?" he asked pointing towards my mother on a hospital cot.

I nodded, shakily.

He sighed. "I'm sorry, kid. You're mother didn't make it."

I gasped and clutched Bella closer to me.

No…

NO!

She left me too! Just like father! She left me alone!

The paramedics where running around frantically. I stared at them through my tears. Why were they so active now? My mother died. It wasn't like they could fix that anymore

"She has no pulse and isn't breathing. Broken skull. She's very weak."

"Lot's of blood loss! Go straight to AED!"

"Can't! Heart attack!"

Who were they talking about? I looked over and saw grandma lying on the ground with a big gash on her head. The blood was pouring out quickly.

I gasped.

She was leaving me, too? Why? Why is everyone leaving me? What have I ever done to deserve this? And Bella! She would grow up without parents. It was so unfair!

I cried out loud as fresh tears formed in my eyes.

A doctor with blonde hair and blue eyes came over to me and placed a hand on my shoulder. Without thinking, I pressed my face into his shirt and cried even louder.

The man stroked my hair and whispered calm words to me. I soon fell asleep.

End Flashback

I looked away from Marc's terror-filled eyes.

"When I woke up, I found myself in a small room. The doctor came in with a glass of water. He told me his name was Carlisle Cullen. He said I could live in a farmhouse in Forks. It was owned by Laurent Garrison. Carlisle drove me their and I met Laurent. I asked him if I could bury my mother's body on his property, since I couldn't pay for it anywhere else. He stared at me in disgust and said no. I got down on my knees and cried. I begged him. I said I would do anything, anything. He sighed and told me I could bury my mother there and he would offer shelter for my sister and me. On one condition: I had to work on his land as a farmer. Everyday. I quickly obliged. It was the best offer I could get."

I looked up at the ceiling.

"It was hard work. Going back and forth from farming and taking care of my baby sister. She was a handful. As the years passed by, we grew older and happier. She got a great education and I got married to a wonderful woman. It was all perfect. But that all changed…when she stayed at Alice's house in Port Angeles to help her with wedding preparations. She was there for two weeks. But two weeks was all it took…for Edward Masen to walk into her life."

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