Hey people... sorry about the wait for this chapter, I was rather angry so everytime I started writing, it had a negative edge. (like Bella running over Edward in her truck on her way over or running into a tree and sustaining fatal injuries that even the amazing doctor cullen can't help) So i figured it would be better to wait than to destroy my story that nobody is reading anyways.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or its characters. I do own an imagination that loves to screw with them.

As I drove through the narrow streets of forks, I was struck by a thought. If Rose was that torn, What would Emmett be like? Poor Emmett. They were his parents after all. And he is so close to them. As an only child, there was never anyone keeping them from being so close, never anyone to take some of their attention from him.

They were always there for him. Every football game and wrestling match, they were there, his favorite cheerleaders. When he decided to open a gym, they were there, helping with paperwork and co-signing loans. When his gym wasn't doing too well, they were there, Their advice helped him be able to keep it open. They were there every step of the way with Rose, supporting him from the proposal, to the wedding, to Landon and Lianna's births. You name it, anything in his life, big or small, They were there for him. Poor Emmett, He still needed them, they had to be okay.

And then another thought struck me, this one WAY harder than the last. What if Emmett was crying?

I didn't want to, wouldn't, couldn't let the thought of my giant teddy bear of a brother-in- law with his eyes puffy and red, tears streaming down his face cross my mind again. I couldn't bear it. He was always so jovial, so happy, so playful, almost childlike.

I couldn't let the sad thoughts consume my mind. If I cry, there is no telling when I will stop. I tend to cry for hours when I start. Once I let the first drops out, its like a dam bursts, and try as I might, I can't stop until there are no tears left to cry. And tonight, I cannot cry. If the kids see me crying, or that I had been crying, everything will seem so much worse to them. I have to keep it together, if only for my niece and nephew.

By the time I had that thought, the short drive up to the McCarty residence was over. After parking on the street, I took a few deep breths to compose myself before getting out of the truck. I texted Rose as I walked up to the house.

Hey Rosie

I'm outside, could you open the door?

- Bella

Before I knew it , the door had opened to reveal my sister. She was definitely the pretty gorgeous long brown hair, a similar color to my own chocolate colored locks, was hanging down her back in perfect but natural looking curls. (a/n Gasp... Rosalie with brown hair!!! I have my reasons, which you can read at the end of the chapter.) At 5'10" with a body that most women would kill to have, despite having two kids, she could easily be a top model. On top of all that, she inherited her deep blue, almost violet colored, eyes from our mother, Renee. Right now those eyes were filled with sadness I haven't seen in them in a long time

"So..." I said as we walked into the house. we were almost halfway to the living room where I would be talking to Rose and Em before they left when I continued, "Ummm... before we go in, how is Emmett handling everything?"

I could tell she didn't know how to answer that one. She just smiled at me, a small sad smile and kept walking.

We entered the living room and I spotted my brother-in-law sitting on the couch . At 6'5" he easily towers over most people, but he was hunched over, as if trying to appear small, which isn't an easy feat, especially when you consider how muscular he is. His short, curly, almost black hair was a mess. Usually Rose is so particular about his hair being neat, but I could understand why she wasn't fussing ver it now. His hazel eyes were staring blindly at the TV. It was an infomercial. He must have been thinking hard because he hadn't heard us come in.

"Bella is here now" Rose had to say to get his attention.

"Belly Bear!" Emmett shouted while standing and running over, an enormous, fake smile that didn't reach his eyes was plastered to his face. He scooped me off the ground and into a tight hug. Usually, his smile is bigger, bringing out his dimples full force, and his hugs are so tight, you can't breathe. Em liked to pretend like everything was okay when things weren't going well, so I figured I would do just that, for him this time.

"Emmy Bear, put me down" I said with false enthusiasm and an equally false smile.

"Wow, Em we gotta get going" Rose said after a little while. We had sat down and discussed the kids schedules for a while but now they needed to go if they were going to catch the flight. It was a lot to try and take in at once. There was karate on Tuesdays, piano on Mondays and Fridays, soccer for Landon on Thursdays, and gymnastics for Lianna on Wednesdays. They also had school and went to the library almost every day. I was glad when they told me it was all written on the calendar and white board in the kitchen on the fridge.

Tomorrow, well, today is Sundays so the schedule is clear. we can do whatever we want. Maybe even go to the park if it doesn't rain. That was a long-shot, a day without rain here in forks. This part of Washington is under near constant cloud cover, Forks boasts about its title of rainiest place in America

Rosalie and Emmett said their goodbyes and I moved my precious new red truck into the newly empty space in the driveway. The ancient red truck I had before had finally gotten to the point where even Jake couldn't fix it. I was sad to have to get rid of it, so when I saw my new truck, I knew I had to get it. It looked like my old truck was its grandfather.

I grabbed my suitcase out the back and carefully and slowly so that I didn't fall, I brought it up to the guest room that I always use when I stay here. I took off my shoes and socks, deciding to unpack later. I climbed onto the big comfortable bed and fell asleep, hoping that the wolf wouldn't make another appearance.

... Its my story? Okay so maybe I only had two reasons, but I think they're good ... I Umm yeah so three reason's 1) Charlie and Renee,who are her parents in my story, both have brown hair 2) Nikki Reed, who plays Rosalie in the movies, looks better with brown hair 3) ummSo... Rose's hair...

What do you think of chapter 2? Hit or miss? Should I keep writing? Is anyone even reading?

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