Chapter 31: Unlikely Rescuer

Emmett groaned when he woke up to a bunch in the face. "Rise and shine," James told him with a glare. Emmett's shoulders, wrists, and arms were throbbing from being in the same position for so long. Coughing, he suddenly felt the irony taste in his mouth. "Don't be such a puss," he muttered.

Emmett glared at James before spitting in the man's face since his legs were hurting too much for him to kick him. Wiping the spit from his face, James began punching and kicking Emmett repeatedly. No matter how horrible the pain was, Emmett was not going to give James that satisfaction of hearing him utter any kind of noise of pain.

As he went through his torture, his mind stayed on Bella. Her beautiful face, her sparkling brown eyes, her musical laughter filled his head, and what was breaking his heart more was the fact that he knew what today was. Today he was supposed to be marrying Bella, to see her walk down the aisle in her beautiful gown, and to live out the dream he had since he was a fourteen-year-old boy who had fallen in love with a thirteen-year-old girl. She was the mother of his beautiful children, which hurt more than the punches and the kicks. Even when James left, the throbbing pain in his chest would not leave. His mind began to drift back to Bella and the twins, his safe haven.

Bella was lying next to him on the bed with a smile, giggling a little as he was moving his fingers over her stomach. "Wow they're really moving around in there," he commented.

"Well, two babies sharing one room it's getting a little cramped in there," she answered smiling.

Emmett smiled as he pulled her shirt up, kissing her stomach. "Hey you guys, stop fighting in there," he told their unborn children, making her laugh a little more. He moved his hand back and forth over her stomach, his thumb moving over the scar on her stomach. Sighing, she rested her hand on his hand. "You're beautiful," he told her softly.

"I'm six and a half months pregnant, I don't think I look that beautiful Em," she answered.

He kissed her forehead gently. "Baby, you'll always look beautiful to me," he murmured. He kissed her tenderly, his hand on the back of her neck. Bella kissed him back, moving her hand over his arm. "I love you," he whispered.

"I love you too," she answered.

Pulling back, she rested her forehead against his. "You know what you could do for me?" she asked.

"What's that?" he asked.

"Could you go out and get me a pizza?" she asked.

Emmett laughed as he got off the bed. "What toppings Gorgeous?" he asked. She pulled her shirt back down.

"Mm extra cheese, pineapple, onions, olives," she replied.

"Okay how about a veggie pizza with pineapple thrown in?" he suggested.

"Sounds good," she replied.

He kissed her once more before leaving to get her the food.

Emmett kept his head lowered as he stayed hanging in the air. He suddenly became aware of someone next to him and tried moving. He heard several clicks on the chains above him and he fell to the floor with a loud 'thump'. "Sorry, I'm sorry," a voice whispered. He tried his best to open his eyes again.

"Get away," he groaned trying to push the person away.

The person instead just stopped him from fighting against their help. He groaned when the person touched his throbbing ribs. "Look what he did to you," the person whispered. Helping him stand, the person had him wrap his arm around their shoulder. "Just lean on me," the person whispered. Doing the best he could, he tried to walk but his right leg would throb from any kind of pressure applied to it.

Before he could do anything, he was suddenly laying down. Finally able to open his eyes, he saw that he was lying in the trunk of a van. "You're going to be safe soon," his rescuer whispered, placing blankets over him to hide him and keep him warm.

"Bella…" Emmett groaned.

The person hushed him softly, making sure the blankets were secure around him before closing the door to the van. He wanted to stay conscious, but from the bouncing in the back of the van he ended up losing consciousness from all the pain.

Emmett woke up to what felt like weeks to a sharp pain going through his leg. He let out a shout of pain, his hands clenching into fists. "Sorry," his rescuer told him. Opening his eyes the best he could, he suddenly recognized the voice. He shoved the person's hand away when they tried to clean the cuts on his face.

"Don't touch me Shawna," Emmett snapped.

Shawna sighed, pushing his hand back down. "Stop it, you're hurt and the last thing you need is an infection," she told him. He winced when she started cleaning his injuries.

"I have to get back to Bella…" he started trying to sit up when Shawna pushed him back down carefully.

"You're in no shape to move, your right leg is broken and you have two cracked ribs," she answered.

"Bella…" Emmett started.

"She's safe, Emmett, I promise," she assured him.

He closed his eyes tight. "Surprised you're not letting James get to her," he muttered.

"Okay, I might've been a bitch and a little nuts, but I'm not like my uncle who is utterly psychotic," she answered.

"Uncle? You're related to that maniac?" he exclaimed.

"Can pick your friends but not your family," she answered.

Emmett winced as she accidentally bumped his ribs. "Sorry," she murmured.

"Is he watching her?" he asked.

"Like a hawk, but he can't get close to her. She's been with your family for the last two days," she replied.

She carefully removed his shirt and cleaned the injuries on his torso while being careful with his ribs. "She has one of her friends with her too, Jacob Black, I think," she added. Emmett groaned.

"Not Black, kid's had a crush on her since they were kids," he muttered.

"From what I've seen Emmett, and heard, she's too much in love with you to even think about that little crush he has on her," she answered.

She lifted his leg up onto a pillow after making a makeshift splint. "Your children are fine, even if James could get close to her he has no desire to touch the babies," she added.

"You'd think as crazy as he is he would," Emmett muttered.

"His way of thinking they're not his and Bella's so why bother," she answered.

Emmett winced as he tried to breathe. "God that man is more twisted than my father," he muttered.

"You have no idea," she answered.

"Why are you helping me?" he asked.

Shawna sighed as she finished nursing his wounds. "Emmett, I'm not crazy. I never used to be, I did what I did because my uncle was threatening to kill me if I hadn't," she answered.

"So now you're helping your uncle's hostage escape," he commented.

Shawna let out a deep breath. "He had no intentions of keeping you alive Emmett…he was going to use you to get to Bella," she answered. She gave him another shirt to put on. "Then once he had Bella he was going to kill you," she added standing up from the floor. Sitting up, Emmett pulled the shirt on, doing the buttons up.

"How the hell did you guys know where we were?" Emmett asked.

Shawna pushed her hair from her eyes as she started cleaning everything up. "He posed as your father's brother," she replied.

"Damn Ian to Hell," Emmett muttered as he grabbed the crutch that was by the bed.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"I'm going back to Bella," he replied.

"Hello, do you really think you can beat James in a fight if he finds you? I can guarantee he is watching my house just as much as he's watching your family's house. What are you going to do? Beat him in the head with your crutch while standing on one leg?" she asked.

"I have to get back to my family Shawna, they need me," he answered.

Before Shawna could answer there was banging on the door. "SHAWNA! OPEN UP THIS DAMN DOOR NOW!" James shouted on the other side.