A/N. Ok, chapter eleven is finally here. Sorry for taking so long to post it. I found that this chapter was a bit short, so as a bonus I've posted chapter eleven also. Enjoy.
CHAPTER TEN
Emmett's Point Of View
I was sitting in the car soaking wet because the driver was 15 minutes late. The rain was pouring down and obviously Mrs. Hale didn't want me inside her house-she didn't even want me on the lawn. So guess where she moved me to, outside! On the sidewalk! So there I stood waiting for this driver to reach while I got soaked. My shoes were literally waterlogged. And my phone died a horrible death as the water seeped into it.
Later, the limo arrives. The guy comes out and as I was giving him the most supreme teaching of how to illicitly insult someone while using a wide vocabulary of explicit and frank words, he had the audacity to tell me that I WAS GETTING HIM WET IN THE RAIN. I know that at this moment, I acted like a drama queen but I was fed up of taking bullshit from everyone. I got it from Jason, I got it from Rosalie, I got it from her mother and now from a DRIVER! I'm sorry, but this is where I drew the line.
I fired him right there. Let's see how he'd get around now in the rain. Yup, that's right. He had no form of transport except his legs. But I could not have cared less. The guy was lucky I didn't punch him before I left. I didn't have time to wait for another driver to reach, so I jumped in the front seat and began speeding out of Ammervale Drive.
I just wanted to sleep. Sleep and forget all the crap that happened today. I pulled up to my house and hopped out of the car. I made my way to the door and briskly stepped inside trying to get away from the rain. And there stood hell, taking the form of humans whose names were 'Merciless' and 'Punishment'.
There stood mom and dad.
"You guys, I'm so not in the mood for this right now. Could we postpone this until after I get up, please?" Yup, that's how desperate I was. I actually begged.
"Emmett, why are you trudging through the house soaked?! You're leaving mess everywhere!" My mom said.
"Mom, look outside. What's happening? WOW, it's raining." I responded rudely.
"Emmett, watch it." My dad said curtly. "We need to talk."
"About what? Because, if this is a joke or something stupid, I'm sure it can wait until tomorrow." I said.
"Oh, believe me, this isn't stupid at all. And unless you find it pretty funny that I'm kicking you out of this house, then it's not a joke." Dad responded.
Wow. Talk about stabbed in the back. What did I do now? All I know is that I wet everything in the kitchen and I was 'trudging' through the house wet. I've done this before, how could they decide to throw me out?!
"Oh, no response Emmett?" My mom added.
"What is wrong with you guys?!" I shouted at them.
"What's wrong with us? Is that what you ask?" My dad begun. "Well, let me tell you what our problem is. We have had it up to here with you and your dim-witted behaviour." My dad now let out a sick, low chuckle, looking at my mom. "He asked what's wrong with us." He turned back to me. "Let's look at this week alone, ok Emmett? This week you totaled two cars, yours and someone else's, you were in an accident and was sent to the hospital, you disobeyed me and snuck out of the hospital and went God knows where, only to come back, and rudely speak to your mother and I about your whereabouts, then, you trashed the kitchen, left the house without anyone knowing, harshly fired one of my employees who I have to now reimburse for the dreadful transport he had to endure, you drive a limo here, and walk inside the house totally soaked! Have I cleared up what our problem is?!"
"How did you find out about the driver?" I asked.
"That is beside the point Emmett. You are utterly out of control and have absolutely no respect for your mother and I."
"So, you think by sending me to live on my own, I'll have much more respect for you?" I asked crudely.
"No, but you're killing me Emmett! I'm dying a slow and painful death because of your foolish everyday antics and I really don't need the chaos. I come home from a tiring and stressful day, and all I want to do is have a nice dinner with my family and go to bed. But you make it impossible! Every time I walk through those doors, it's either that Emmett lost a car; Emmett destroyed something in this house; Emmett broke the ceiling; Emmett broke his laptop. And if it's not at home, I have to get constant calls about you being in the hospital, or you almost getting arrested. Well, you know what, I WANT SOME PEACE!"
"Well, you know what you guys, why don't you ship me off to Yugoslavia or somewhere really far away if it is that I cause you guys 'pain'!" I shouted.
"Oh, believe me Emmett, I wanted to--" My dad began but my mom cut him off.
"Carlisle, stop." She said meekly. "Emmett, we are moving you honey, out of the house, but we don't want you out of our lives. We're just moving you somewhere a bit closer to the city."
"To the city? That doesn't make any sense--" I said.
"It makes perfect sense. We're putting you to live in a place close to where you work."
I almost choked when she said the last part.
"What are you talking about?"
"Well, we think that you can learn about responsibility at this job. And it's not as if you'll be uncomfortable. It's one of our bars, and you'll be working there as CEO."
"I'm sorry; I missed the part where I applied for this job."
"And, your mother and I believe that you have some problems with authority amongst many other little things." My dad began with a smile. "So we set you up with a counselor that you will see every Monday, Thursday and Friday."
"What!" I said annoyed. No, this was enough. I couldn't take it anymore. I seriously thought that if I stayed there one second longer I would have pounded that smile off my dad's face. So what did I do? I walked away. I trudged right up the stairs with my wet clothes.
"Emmett. Emmett! Come here! We're not finished talking to you!" My dad shouted.
"Well, I'm done. You guys suck! I hate you!" I shouted back.
What was wrong with the world? My dad is probably the suckiest person alive. Wow, I feel so angry right now. I can't work! I love my life the way it is right now. I don't want to! And now I have to go to a counselor! No!
I bathed and changed my clothes then I lay on the bed. I had just come off the phone with Tony and I told him what my so-called parents did. I was just getting comfy, falling asleep, when I heard a knock at my door.
"Leave me alone." I answered.
"Emmett, don't be that way." My mom said coming into my room.
"Hey, get out!"
"Emmett, stop this nonsense. You're acting like we're sending you to military camp or something."
"Mom, I'm not in the mood. Could you please just leave me alone?"
"Ok, how much alone time do you need?"
"Twelve years."
My mom laughed. "Well then I guess I'll have to say this now. Sweetie, your dad and I love you very much."
"I don't feel loved right now."
"I know you may not understand it now, but what we're doing is actually for the best. We only want to see you blossom into a dependent, intelligent adult. And we think by giving you a job, you'll learn a lot of things."
"So why do I have to move out of the house?"
"Well, firstly, we don't want you to be late for work, so we put you closer to it. And secondly, we want you to grow up. And a huge part of you still believing that you're a kid id the fact that you still live with us."
"Mom, you say that as though it's a bad thing. I'm only 22."
"Well we think it's a bad thing."
"Yeah, but throwing all of this on me at once is not gonna make me grow up any faster. It'll just make me hate you guys."
"Emmett, stop making such a big deal out of it. The job is easy and you still have a lot of time to have fun in your life."
"Whatever."
"So when do you want to go see the house?"
"Ummm, let me think, in twelve years."
"Well, I was thinking maybe tomorrow. Ok?"
"Mom, what difference does it make asking me? You and dad have already decided to take me tomorrow, and obviously my opinion isn't valued in this house. So why don't you just do whatever you want."
"Ok Emmett." My mom said walking towards the door. "We'll talk more about this tomorrow."