A/N: Hi friends! Thanks for hanging around and reading my story! You rock my world! Anyhow, here is the not-so-long awaited Chapter 6. Fair warning, there is a plethora of F-bombs in this chapter. I apologize now if you're uncomfortable with that. That aside, I do hope you enjoy it.

And no amount of kicking, screaming, and stomping my feet will ever make me owner. Disclaimer done.

6.

"Em?" slow grin spread across her face. "Em! Oh Em, you came back for me!"

She squealed and skipped across the room to him, throwing her arms around his neck. Emmett stood stock still, arms at his side, completely stupefied by her presence.

"Oh! I knew you'd see it my way!" she spouted, her face buried in his neck. "I knew you'd finally realize it was your fault and you'd come find me."

What?

"You made me leave, you know," she prattled on, her voice dripping with saccharine. "You just didn't treat me right, always going off and doing shows and what not. You should have devoted all your time to me. But it doesn't matter now. You're here, in my house, which means you've seen the error of your ways and have come to win me back!"

She pulled back and pressed her lips to his, begging entrance by slithering her tongue along his lower lip. He immediately snapped.

"Get off me!" he shouted, pushing her away and wiping his face. She staggered, her face a mask of feigned incredulity.

"What is it, Emmy?" she asked sweetly, cocking her head to the side. "You came back for me, right? Didn't you miss me?"

"Miss you? Miss you?" he clenched his teeth. "You cheated on me, abused me, bled me dry, then ripped my heart out and stomped the shit out of it! Why the fuck would I miss you?"

"But it was your fault," she shook her head.

"Fuck you, it was." he growled.

"It's not nice to swear in front of a lady, Emmy-"

"Do not call me that," he hissed. "And you are no lady."

"Now that's not nice," she pouted "I thought you loved me," her devilish smile reappeared, making his stomach lurch.

"Hardly," he snorted. "I'm not sure I ever did."

"Ouch," she chuckled. "You have to admit, I was a good lay, though."

"More like a cheap fuck."

"You weren't complaining," she retorted.

"What can I say?" he shrugged. "I needed to get laid and you were a slut. Like I said, cheap fuck."

They stared at each other, seething. She broke the silence first.

"None of that matters now. You came to my house. You sought me out, so that must mean you want me back."

"First off, not a chance. Second… your house?" he frowned. "Since when is this your house? You're broke, Lauren. Always have been."

"It's always been mine," she leaned against the kitchen island, her hands behind her and her chest pushed out provocatively. "Well, mine and Michael's. We bought this place, and we own it together, seeing as we've been best friends since-"

"Stop," Emmett put up a hand. "Stop with the lies, Lauren."

"Lies?"

"Everything you're saying, I know it's not true."

"How would you know?" she raised an eyebrow.

"Because…because…" Emmett faltered, his eyes darting to the stairs and his sleeping Rose. Did she know about this? She had to! Why didn't she tell him? Why did she hide her roommate, his bottom-feeding ex, no less? Lauren's cunning stare caught the movement.

"No," she whispered, her hand raising slowly to cover her mouth. "Her? You're…with…her?"

"What's it to you?" he sniffed.

"Oh Em," she laughed. "You don't know about her, do you? She's a whore. She goes through men like there's no tomorrow. She reels them in with a flash of cleavage and a couple good lies, fucks 'em, then dumps on the curb. She's a gutter snipe. A no good, deceitful-"

"Shut up!" he snarled. "Just shut up. You don't know her like I do!"

"She's my roommate, Emmy dear, I know her better than you do. I've seen the trash she's paraded through here. It's pathetic." she sighed and sauntered over to him, slinging her spindly arms around his neck. "I'm sorry she sucked you in. You deserve better than that." She caught his eye and leaned in toward him. He turned his head.

"Fuck You," he hissed. "You lying bitch."

"Language, Emmy," she kissed his cheek and he cringed.

"Rosie!" Lauren smiled, glancing over her shoulder. "How kind of you to join us!"

"What' s going on?" Rose descended into the kitchen, confusion marring her beautiful face.

"Nothing!" Emmett pushed Lauren away again. "Nothing, love, just…just go back upstairs. I'll handle this."

"I'll take care of it, Em," Rose growled. "She's a festering whore. You might catch something."

"Really, babe, I've got it." he said quickly, trying to shoo her out of the room.

"Em, seriously, you don't know her-"

Lauren let out a bark of laughter, folding her arms and returning to her perch against the island.

"What was that for?" Rose frowned at the still chuckling Lauren. The fried blonde raised an eyebrow.

"Why don't you ask him?" she waved a hand toward Emmett, beckoning him to explain.

Rose turned to Em, whose eyes met her with shades of pain and guilt. He hung his head and remained silent. Suspicious, she turned back to Lauren.

"Well, since he won't say anything, I will," she shrugged. "Emmett and I are lovers."

"Were," he immediately corrected. "It's been over for a long time."

"Whatever. He came back for me, so that means he still loves me," she shook her hair back from her face, still smiling victoriously.

"I did not come back for you. I don't want you, Lauren," his voice was low and dangerous.

"Keep telling yourself that."

"Stop!" Rose shouted. "Both of you stop! Please, Emmett, tell me this isn't true. Please tell me she's lying so I can slap the taste out of her mouth."

"I wish I could," he sighed. "But she's right. We were…together. For quite some time. But it's over now."

"Are you sure?" Lauren smirked.

"Shut up!" he barked and she suppressed another giggle. He turned back to Rose. "Babe, please listen to me. I don't love her anymore, I swear."

"You…loved…her?" Rose fought to keep her voice from breaking.

"I thought I did. But I was wrong, I know that now," he entreated, approaching her. She shook her head and edged slowly toward the stairs. "I love you, Rosie, you've got to believe me.

"I don't know what to believe anymore," Her eyes welled up and she sprinted up the stairs. Lauren laughed out loud again and Emmett rounded on her, fuming.

"Get. the fuck. out," he seethed. "Get out of this kitchen, get out of this house, get out of my life."

"You can't throw me out of my own-"

"Get Out!" he bellowed. She nearly jumped out of her skin as she turned tail and scurried back in to her basement apartment. He quickly turned the stove off and threw the now ruined breakfast into the sink before double-timing it up the stairs and in to Rose's room. She was slamming his guitar case shut when he entered.

"Rosie-"

When she faced him, her expression nearly broke his heart. Her eyes were bloodshot and red rimmed, and her cheeks blotched and tear stained.

"I have nothing to say to you," she said in a cracked whisper, then turned her back on him and snapped the locks on the case.

"Let me explain," he pleaded, but stopped when she furiously shook her head.

"Explain what? That you slept with that disease-ridden slut? That you kept it from me this whole time?" she snarled. "Or that you were in love with her."

"I was never-"

"You thought you were!" she cried. "At the time, you thought you were. Love is a very powerful emotion, Em. It's not something you can give away on a whim. You told me you loved me, and come to find out you said it to her, too. How is that supposed to make me feel?"

"But-"

"Was it the same, Em? Did you do say it the same way? Is it a line you use on all the girls just to get your rocks off?" she shouted, her voice hoarse.

"Hey! That's not fair!" he tried to defend himself.

"You're right. It's not fair. It isn't fair that you didn't tell me about her. It isn't fair that you think you can do this to women and get away with it. And it isn't fair that this whole time you knew she was here, you knew how you felt, and you never said anything. Thanks. Thanks a lot you son of a-"

"Wait, " Em stopped her in her tracks. "I never knew she was here."

"I told you. I know I did," she muttered.

"No, babe, you didn't," he took a deep breath. "And why not? Isn't this something I should have known?"

"I could ask you the same question," she snapped.

"Come on, Rose-" he swallowed his anger.

She finally turned back to him and shoved his guitar at him as hard as she could. He stumbled backwards.

"Why don't you take your own advice?" she growled.

"What?"

"Take your own advice. Get your shit and get out." she commanded.

"You owe me an explanation," he said through his teeth.

"I don't owe you shit!" she shrieked. "Now get out!"

The power of her hand connecting with his cheek stung him to the core. He stared at her for a moment, and before she could raise her hand again he left the room. He leapt down the stairs, shrugging in to his shirt and boots and out into the blinding snow. He stormed into his own house not minutes later and slammed the door open. It banged violently into the wall and vibrated on the hinges, startling a very tired Bella who sat curled on the couch under a fuzzy blanket. Her coffee sloshed in her mug and spilled on her hands.

"Jesus Christ, Emmett! What the hell?" she shifted the cup to wipe one hand on her lap, and then the other. He glared at her, his eyes flaming and his face beat red.

"You," he hissed. "You knew."

"I knew what?" she frowned.

"Don't feed me that bullshit, Bella! You fuckin' knew!" his hands balled into fists.

"Hey!" she yelled. "There's no need for that! I didn't do anything wrong!"

"The hell you didn't!" he roared. "She was there, you knew she was there, and this whole time you've never said a thing. This whole time you knew and you never said a word. Not a goddamn word!"

He turned and fired his fist at the wall, leaving a gaping hole and sending shards of drywall and plaster flying across the room. He stood there staring at his hand, seething.

"Well that was brilliant, you moron," Bella pursed her lips, stood and crossed the room to him. " 'I'm pissed off so I'm going to punch a hole in Bella's wall.' Absolute genius."

"Fuck you," he growled, then grimaced as she helped him pull his hand out. She blew some of the debris off and frowned. His knuckles were split and bleeding, and dark black and purple bruises were beginning to blossom.

"Shut up and sit down," she guided him to an arm chair and pushed him roughly in to it. "I'm going to get some ice, and then you're going to explain exactly what the hell is going on."

She turned on her heel and breezed out of the room. Emmett heard her rummaging in the freezer and tried to flex his fingers. He winced and closed his fist again, realizing now the stupidity of his actions. She returned within minutes and dropped a freezer bag of ice on his hand.

"Christ Almighty!" he shouted. "That hurts!"

"Yeah, well, you deserve it, you dip shit," she said nonchalantly and returned to her seat on the couch. She spread the blanket back over her legs. "You shouldn't have hit my wall."

"Sorry," he muttered and adjusted the ice pack, grimacing.

"Uh huh," she retorted. "So care to fill me in on what I'm supposed to know?"

"You really don't…fuck…" he inhaled sharply when a stabbing pain shot through his hand. He moved the ice again before continuing. "You really have no idea?"

"For the last time no!" she huffed. "Start talking. What on earth pushed you so far over the edge that you would deliberately hurt yourself?"

" I-"

He was cut off by Edward shuffling slowing from his room and scratching his head. He scrubbed his hands over his face, yawning.

"What the hell is all the -" he stopped, frowning at the hole in the wall. He looked over to Emmett, then at the make shift ice on his now swollen hand. He turned his eyes to Bella, who grimaced and shook her head.

"Why is there a hole in the wall?" he finally asked, jerking his thumb at the damage.

"Ask Dippy over there," Bella snorted and inclined her head toward Emmett. "He came storming in here shouting about how I 'knew she was there the whole time' and when I proclaimed my innocence he got mad and punched my wall."

"Your wall?" Edward smirked.

"I live here, don't I? That makes it mine." she replied, coyly raising an eyebrow. Edward chuckled and slid on to the couch beside her, wrapping her up in a quick kiss.

He smiled against her lips, then turned his attention back to Emmett.

"So Dippy," he said, smiling at his friend's mumbled curse, "Want to tell me why you Hulked-out on my girl and smashed the wall?"

"She knew, Edward."

"Knew what?"

"For chrissakes, is everyone ignorant to this?" Emmet rolled his eyes.

"To which I say again, what did she know?"

"About Lauren!" Emmett snapped. "She knew Lauren lived with Rose and never said anything!"

"Lauren lives with Rose?" Edward let out a slow breath. "This is news."

"Tell me about it," Emmett scowled.

"Wait wait wait…." Bella held up her hand. "Back up. Why is this news? What is she to you?"

"I didn't tell you?" Edward looked down at her quizzically, then flinched when she narrowed her eyes at him. "Yikes, guess not."

"By all means, enlighten me. I'm getting sick of being in the dark here," she gestured for him to begin, and Edward launched into the Lauren-Emmett saga. She studied Emmett intently, and saw his expression change from one of rage to one of pure emotional torment. She watched his eyes fog up and become red rimmed, and by the time Edward wrapped up the story a single, angry tear slid down his cheek.

"…and when she left for the final time, he was a wreck. So we picked up and moved here, to help him clear his head and get a fresh start." Edward scratched his head. "Little did we know."

Bella sighed and rose from the couch to kneel in front of Emmett. She reached out a brushed the tear away, cupping his face in a motherly fashion and caressing his cheeks lightly with her thumbs.

"I'm so sorry she hurt you," she whispered. "I had no idea the kind of pain you were in. But, Em, sweetie, why are you angry with Rose?"

"Because!" he choked, then cleared his throat. "Because she knew Lauren was there and she never told me."

"But how was she supposed to know what Lauren meant to you?" she clasped his good hand in her own.

"She had to have known!" he insisted. "They live together! That bitch must have said something to her."

"Honey, Rose and Lauren aren't girl friends. They don't talk," Bella explained.

"What?"

"She can't stand the woman . The only reason Lauren's there is because she's Mike's friend and he felt bad for her."

"But…but I thought…" he stammered.

"It's okay, babe, you didn't know," Bella smiled, then patted his hand. "Let me fix you up, then you can go over there and work this out with Rose." Emmett nodded mutely as she stood. "Come on, Eddie. Help me find the first aid kit." She grabbed Edward by the forearm and dragged him to the medicine cabinet. She filled his arms with ointments, gauze and tape and pushed him ahead of her out of the bathroom. When they returned to the living room, Emmett was gone and the storm door was hanging open, swaying precariously in the swirling wind. She smirked and sauntered over, barely making out Emmett's retreating form in the blinding snow. Edward's warm arm wound around her waist while he closed the swinging door with the other hand. He rested his chin on her shoulder.

"I don't suppose we need to ask where he's going," he smiled and kissed her cheek.

"Nope," she chuckled. "I guess not."