A/N: Favorite reviewer for the last chapter would have to be Jean Krissy. Hold on, its almost over.
Emmett
This was ridiculous. Completely and totally uncalled for. Bella and I were sitting on the living room couch, she was bawling into my shirt and I was glad she wasn't a vampire, that she didn't have vampire hearing, because if she did, she'd know they were at it again.
Stupid, stupid, stupid, so fucking stupid.
I berated myself. This was my fault. My stupid wants and my stupid desires got Bella in the middle of this. I knew Rosalie wasn't going to take it well, I knew that. But for her to use Edward that way, just to hurt Bella. And for Edward to allow himself to be used, for something he knew Bella hadn't done. Bella hadn't even thought of doing! How could he?
The growl was in my throat before I could stop it. I was so angry I just wanted to break something. I found my eyes tightening a little too much on the fragile human in my lap. She stopped crying almost immediately to look up at me with wide eyes.
"Em, calm down honey. Sweetheart. Emmett. Emmett!" She screamed at me, snapping me out of my vivid visions of where I could hide her love's body parts as to make it the hardest for them to find.
"I'm sorry Minnie," I muttered, "I'm just...I'm really sorry." I told her, running my hand through my hair as I turned away from her. What was I supposed to say? It was only a matter of time before she started hating me too. Before she realized it was all my fault. That was my crazy wife seducing the love of her life up there. Mine. This was all me.
Bella's hand stubbornly held to one of mine even as I shifted her away from me. "Emmett!" She cried out, and I had to turn to look at her. I couldn't imagine what must be on my face, what she must be seeing. I suddenly understood how much sense it made for Edward to go to the Volturi when he thought Bella'd died. He'd fucked up, royally, and he saw there was no way he'd ever fix it, so he'd wanted it to be over. I though it was stupid then. She was just human. Humans died. Its what they did. He wasn't going to change her, at least, it hadn't been his plan then, so what did he care if she died? He knew she was going to do it eventually. It had all seemed so ridiculously stupid. But that was back when my world made sense. WHen my whole world was Rosalie, and she stood beside me, proud.
But now, sitting on this couch will Bella, listening to her upstairs with my brother, I wondered what exactly she'd been proud of. Was she proud of me? Was she proud to say that she had me? Was I enough for her? Or was she just proud that I'd do anything for her? Was she just proud that somebody found her worthy of making her their world? Was I just a conquest? Something small inside me said not to belittle what I'd had with Rose, but something large inside me roared, reminding me of her current actions. I snarled again. Bella jumped. I shook my head clear, and stood, pulling her with me.
"Emmett, where are we going?" She asked timidly as I pulled her out of the house. "I don't know," I told her finally, as I was strapping her into the Jeep, "But we're sure as hell getting the fuck out of here." And with that we were gone. I tried not to think, but realized I had to. My thought was the only thing keeping me from ripping this tiny human to shreds. So I tried to focus my thoughts. Keep Bella alive. Keep Bella safe. Keep Bella happy. Keep yourself sane. As the Jeep hit the highway, roaring North at full speed, that became my mantra. The fragile human at my side trusted me completely, she squeezed my hand to tell me so. Even though she didn't know where we were going, or when we were coming back, she leaned against the seat and sang along with the radio like she was happy. She was going to stick with me no matter what. I could very easily fall in love with a girl like that.
Edward
I felt wretched after. The stomach that held no food turned, and I wanted desperately to be sick. Rosalie had long since left the shower, and was now fiddling with her hair in front of the mirror. I'd simply slipped down so that I was sitting in the shower, head in my hands. It was wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, this thing forming between Rosalie and I, and knowing that as I did, I still found I couldn't stop it. And for that, well, I felt absolutely wretched.
I'd been angry with Bella, so angry. Everything I'd done had been done with her best interests at heart. I'd only wanted to protect her. I'd only wanted her to be happy, and safe. I knew in a lot of ways there was no chance of making her truly happy, not as long as she was human and I was what I was, and I didn't want to let my selfishness touch her. As much as I wanted her, I didn't want to push my desires on her, even if they were reciprocated. I couldn't take the chance.
But then she'd sat there, in her kitchen, so calm, no nerves at all, and told me that she would allow Emmett to fill the spaces that I had not, eventually. Well, it hadn't been exactly what she'd said, but it was close enough. She'd said that, knowing how he felt, she was going to allow him to stay around her. She'd said that it felt good, that it felt good to her, knowing that he wanted her. I was enraged. I almost couldn't see from it. And then Rosalie had started talking. Explaining that I was meant for her, and Emmett was made to clean up the mess we'd left behind. And I'd known it was rubbish, but when she pressed her body against mine, those needs I'd been repressing built up in me, and I'd given into them. I knew it would hurt Bella, I think I wanted it to hurt Bella, but I wasn't prepared for what I'd feel, seeing her standing there, crying.
Rosalie was singing French lullabies in her mind. She didn't want me to know what she was thinking. I didn't care much, either way. I rose from the floor of the shower, stepping out, walking straight past Rosalie, towards my room. She turned to watch me as I went, "where are you going!?" she called after me in alarm, but I didn't turn back to her, I just called over my shoulder, "I'm going to find Bella, I have to get her back." Rosalie let out a viscious hiss as I pulled my pants back on. I headed quickly for the door, hoping to avoid another confrontation with Rosalie, hoping to escape as quickly as I could. But the door to the bedroom swung open before I got to it, and the one standing there was the last I'd have expected.
Emmett
Night had fallen, the lights of Seattle were coming into view and I still had no idea where I was going. Bella had long since fallen asleep against my shoulder, we'd been in this car for hours. My ass was getting numb from all the sitting.
The second I acknowledged it, said ass began to vibrate sporadically. "What the...?" I muttered, reaching behind me to investigate, only to pull my small, silver cell phone out of my pocket. It flashed annoyingly, informing me that I had a text message. I flipped it open to read it. Alice.
Seattle Hilton. They're expecting you, just give them your name. When Bella wakes, have her call Charlie. He thinks she's in New York with us for a funeral. I needed the moral support. You have a week. Seven days, Emmett. By then you'll be ready to face the music, but no one will be singing the tune you expect. I love you, Brother Bear.
My face twisted. What the hell was that supposed to mean?
Well, at least now I knew where we were going. I pulled the car off at our exit as Bella started to stir. "Where are we going?" She murmured.
"Apparently, the Seattle Hilton." I grunted, and as if that made all the sense in the world, she drifted back to sleep.
A/N: sorry for any typos!!