It was still dark when I opened my eyes. I looked up at Emmett. His eyes were closed. I laughed at his attempt of pretending to sleep.
"Very funny." I said tapping on his chest. His eyes were still shut.
"Emmett, wake up." I started laughing.
"Are you having a good dream or something?" I could hardly breathe I was laughing so hard. Emmett still didn't move.
"Em?" Still nothing.
"Emmett, this isn't funny." He looked like he was dead.
"Emmett," I started to shake him frantically. "Emmett, stop. Open your eyes. Emmett!"
A low horrifying chuckle came from the corner of my room. I looked up and saw Edward standing there with a twisted grin on his face.
"Edward..." I breathed in shock.
"Hello, Bella."
"What... What did you do?"
"You mean with Emmett?" I nodded. "He's better off. I told him not to come back."
"What?" I didn't understand.
"Bella, what don't you understand about I don't want you anymore?" His words shook me to my core. My breaths became frantic. I couldn't go through this again...
"You're too fragile. You're useless to me, Bella."
"Don't-don't say that..."
"So you want me to lie to you?"
I looked into his black eyes. "I love you."
He chuckled darkly. "Now that's just tragic."
Everything inside me collapsed. A domino effect of popping, snapping and cracking started in my brain and went all through me.
He walked over to Emmett who still hadn't moved and gripped his hand around his neck.
"Edward!" I screamed as I grabbed his hand. With a simple flick of his wrist I flew across the room, hit the wall and fell to the ground. I felt a rush of warm down my neck. I reached behind my head and looked at my hand. It was covered in blood. I looked up and Edward had Emmett's head in his hands.
"No!" I pleaded as I stumbled to my feet. But it was too late. In one swift motion Edward snapped Emmett's neck then tore his head from his shoulders. Edward looked up at me, smiling.
I felt two hands on either shoulder shaking me.
"Bella! Bella!" I opened my eyes and found Charlie hovering over me.
"Bella! Are you okay?" I looked around in confusion. I was lying in my bed. There was light seeping through the window.
"Another nightmare?" Charlie asked.
I didn't realize it until he said the word. It was just a nightmare. "Yeah." I groaned.
"Can I get you anything?" He asked.
"No, I'm okay." I lied.
"Alright. I've gotta go to work." He said as he straightened up.
"Call me if you need anything." He almost pleaded.
"Okay." I said not making eye contact with him.
Charlie walked out of my room and closed the door behind him. Emmett stepped out of the corner behind the door.
"You okay?" He asked. I nodded my head. He climbed into my bed next to me again.
"I'm sorry, Bella." He said.
"It's okay. It's not your fault."
"What happened?" I stayed silent. I didn't want him to know what had been happening in my unconscious mind for the past three months.
"Charlie's gone." He informed me. "Do you want something to eat?"
"Yeah." I said as I stood up. I walked out of my room with Emmett on my heels.
"What do you want to eat?" He asked as we reached the first floor of the house.
I looked back at him. "You cook?"
He laughed. "Well I was gunna fake it." I giggled.
"Well, I am going to make myself some scrambled eggs."
"Mind if I watch?" He asked.
"Not at all." I replied as I walked into the kitchen.
Emmett hopped up on the counter next to the sink and watched me carefully as I searched the fridge for a carton of eggs. Once I found it I pulled it out and set it on the table then I grabbed a frying pan from the drawer and put it on the stove. I leaned against the counter next to Emmett and put my hand on his knee.
"I still can't believe your here." I muttered.
"I am." He said proudly.
"How have you been?" He asked. I looked at him blankly.
"You really wanna know?" He nodded. I took a deep breath.
"Lonely... And numb." I said as I fiddled with the seam of his jeans.
"How did you... Cope?" He asked slowly.
"I haven't." I said honestly.
"Bella," He put his large cold and on mine. "I really am sorry."
"It's fine." I said not meeting his gaze. "What's done is done. We can't go back and change it now."
"Yeah." He said in a voice laced with sorrow.
I left his side and started making my breakfast. He observed my every movement as I took two eggs out of the carton, cracked them on the side of the counter and let the contents flow into the pan. I watched the clear liquid quickly turn into a solid white surrounding the yellow yoke. A quiet sizzling came from the pan. Emmett watched the pan.
"Wanna do something kind of crazy?"
Emmett looked up at me and smiled. "I'm down."
I walked to the opposite counter and grabbed a loaf of bread and threw it at him. He caught it and looked up at me confused.
"You're gunna make toast."
"It's been a while, Bells..." He said.
"I'll help." I said walking over to him.
"Take out two pieces." I instructed him. He did as I said and jumped off the counter.
"Now put the pieces in the slots and turn the dial to the 3." I heard three loud clicks.
"Push the lever down." He did. "There you go."
He smiled. "I haven't done that in a really long time. Well, ever, actually."
"You've never made toast?" I asked in disbelief as I tossed the eggs around with a spatula.
"Well where I come from, women make the meals." He smiled at me.
"So the thirties?" I laughed.
"1932, actually." I looked up at him. "That's when I was turned."
"Oh." I said, not really sure of how to reply.
We stood in an awkward silence while I finished cooking my eggs. I took out a plate from the cupboard above my head and I smelt something burning. I turned around and saw smoke rising from the toaster.
"Emmett!" I said with panic in my voice.
"Shit!" He exclaimed as he turned around. I ran over to the toaster and unplugged it from the wall.
"I'm so sorry, Bella." He said. I could help but laugh.
"What?" He asked.
"You can't even make toast!" I started to laugh uncontrollably.
"Shut up." He said as he playfully pushed me.
"I can make you more."
"It's okay. The eggs are fine." I said.
I sat down at the kitchen table and started eating my plain eggs. Emmett sat across from me watching me eat. I finished my breakfast quickly and rinsed the dishes in the sink.
"So, do you have anything you want to do today?"
I thought about it for a while. "How about a movie day in my room?"
"Perfect." Emmett said with a smile.
"What do you want to watch?" He asked.
"Um, I have Donnie Darko, Good Will Hunting, Fight Clu-"
"Fight Club!" He interrupted me suddenly.
"We can watch the other ones too." He smiled.
I walked into the living room and grabbed the three DVD's from the entertainment center and Emmett headed to my room. When I made it up the stairs Emmett was already sprawled across my bed. I turned on my block shaped DVD VCR combo TV and put in the 'Fight Club' DVD.
"I love this movie!" Emmett squealed in delight. I had never heard a more girly sound come from such a large man.
I crawled onto my bed and he tucked me under his strong arm.
"I'm pretty sure I could recite the whole thing." He bragged.
The movie started and Emmett watched the unique title sequence in awe as if it was the first time he had seen it. He laughed through the narrator's commentary of the opening scene. I found myself watching Emmett and not the screen. His expression changed from humor to worry to confusion to simply content. I had seen 'Fight Club' enough times to know exactly what was happening by the look on Emmett's face.
He looked down at me with a mischievous look in his eyes. Marla Singer's moans of sexual rage and desire filled my room. I felt uncomfortable in the awkward stricken moment.
"What's with the look?" I asked.
"I just felt like making you uncomfortable." He laughed.
"Mission accomplished." I said feeling completely out of place.
The blurry sex scene stopped, thankfully and Emmett's content expression returned to his face as the narrator's continued interrogating Tyler.
Not too much time had passed before I heard buildings crashing and I knew the movie was over. I stood up and swapped 'Fight Club' for 'Donnie Darko'.
The movie started and we both watched a young and confused Jake Gyllenhaal wake up on a dirt road next to a bicycle. I closed my eyes and was almost asleep when Emmett's booming laughter shook me wide awake after Samantha Darko just asked her mother what a 'fuck-ass' was. I couldn't help but laugh too.
I started to shut my eyes again and let my conscious mind rest. Emmett chuckled lightly at Cherita's speech impediment and when Sean told her to 'go back to China, bitch' but not enough to disturb me.
Emmett slowly stroked my hair which made it easier to slip into a peaceful rest. I felt completely safe in his arms, like nothing could hurt me. Not even a nightmare.
AN: Tell me whatcha think! I really enjoyed writing this chapter especially because I got to tie in three of my all time favorite movies. If you haven't already I highly recommend that you watch them. And of course, thank you to everyone who has reviewed, added this to their favorites and story alerts. I know I say it every time but it really does mean so much to me. You guys rock! Thank you, thank you, thank you!