Hey, guys! Thanks for all the reviews again! I just want to say one thing: I put 13 as an unlucky number just for the whole fun of it! It's funny. The thirteenth bet, the thirteenth chapter...
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Chapter 14 – Esme Strikes Back!
Esme looked like a vampire.
Her eyes were pitch black and wide open. Her mouth opened in a snarl. She was in her attack position, ready to pounce to devour her prey with a malicious growl. I turned timidly around, and saw that even Emmett was afraid.
Flanking behind Esme was Alice and Rosalie. Alice was stifling giggles between visions she received. Rosalie was surveying the war zone with a smirk.
Oh, my god. This is it. The end of the Cullen boys...
"Well, boys," said Esme. Her voice was still dangerous. I've never seen my sweet, lovable future mother-in-law like this before. It's worse than the Volturi. All the Volturi could do was to kill us; but what Esme could do would be…
Let's not think about it.
"So," said Esme. "We've been away for approximately 36 hours, and you destroyed half of my kitchen. You have also destroyed my walls, creating a mess that could hardly be described! I thought you, Carlisle, would behave better; I thought you, Edward, are always responsible; I thought you, Jasper, are always faithful to your orders; and I thought you, Emmett, have learnt your lessons!" Esme's voice cracked like a whip. "But apparently NOT!"
The boys were too frightened to say anything.
"For the last century I can never rest in peace when I left for even an hour. You all managed to spoil all that I love in this house, damaging everything regardless antique or new. I thought last time when you tore off the roof was enough. But this has shown me that you, you, you and you needed harsher treatments. Well, you get your death wish today!"
Esme glared at her husband and sons with eyes that were so dark there seemed to be fire burning behind it. It felt like Hell's eyes. No one said anything. I was really frightened. Carlisle looked like he just wish he was dead, Edward and Jasper both guilty and remorseful. Emmett pouted like a child caught by his mother when he did something bad.
Emmett muttered, "We're already dead," but quickly bowed his head when Esme shot him her deathly glare.
"Would anyone of you would like to explain first?" asked Esme. It sounded more like a threat.
"Bella started it," Emmett pouted.
Carlisle, Jasper and Edward turned slowly to Emmett. They all glared at Emmett, who just realised what he was saying. He covered his mouth with his hands, and uttered a soft "oops".
I looked at Esme's black eyes, and literary froze.
"Emmett McCarthy Cullen!" Esme growled. "Don't you attempt to push this off as Bella's fault! She's kind enough already at eating what you've cook! Now you've made yourself in double punishment! Edward! Speak!"
"Um...I felt like I want to cook so I did. But it turned out badly so Carlisle took over. Jazz and Em were just curious," said Edward lightly, but he shrink as his mother's rage.
"No, Esme. It was me," I said smally. "I was hungry, so I asked Edward to cook for me. But it really didn't turn out well. Carlisle was just being helpful so he cooked, too,"
"What about that two rascals?" snarled Esme at the direction of Jasper and Emmett. Emmett looked like he's going to protest at being called a rascal but thought the better of it. Jasper felt so remorseful that everyone was affected.
"Pull yourself up, Jasper!" Esme snapped. "Explain yourself,"
"Ma'am," said Jasper. "I only burn a cloth. But Emmett started the food fight. I guess - I guess I lost control,"
Esme finally stood up from her attack position. She growled a little.
"Very well. It is as Alice saw," Esme said. Except for Carlisle, the boys glared at Alice, who was jumping up and down like a pixie. "Now. You boys are going to clean up the kitchen in twenty minutes. Replace all you have broken and all the groceries. I want my kitchen to be back as the state that I left. After that, I shall deal with your personal punishments. Now GO!"
Carlisle, Edward and Jasper positively fled to clean up the mess. Emmett threw a last glare at Alice before punching his fist on the table to let go his anger.
The table cracked into two.
"Emmett McCarthy Cullen!"
Do you think Emmett will be save from a broken faith? Stress on the word "broken"! Review, please! Tell me what you think the punishments that could bestow upon the unruly Cullen males!