Please Review. They mean more to me than anything. Pissy Emmett=Lots of Swearing. Don't say I didn't warn you! A bit of a boring filler chapter, but it has to be done guys, sorry =D

Emmett POV

Do you know what Emmett likes more than talking about himself in third person? A Challenge. And do you know what that new, and extremely beautiful, girl is to Emmett? That's right, a challenge.

Ok, so here's what happened, I rang Brandon. Alice fucking Brandon. I rang her and do you know what I said? No, not 'Hi' or 'How's it hanging, dude.' I said, "Your mate's hot". Then hung up. Like I was in freaking high school or something. And the son of a bitch didn't even ring back!

Brandon didn't ring back, so I had to do some snooping, and, how low is this; I went back to the park. I dragged Conner's sorry little ass, back to that sorry excuse for the park, and I waited. And waited. And I fucking waited some more. Even Conner was bored by this point, so I went home.

Do you know what Emmett doesn't like? Failing. At anything.

Rose POV

Home. Home is where the heart is. Home is where I walk through the door to get abuse hurled at me for going out with Alice, and for then having the cheek to not have his dinner on the table. Home is where the hole in the wall is from him getting so angry, he punched the wall in a drunken rage. Home is where Royce is.

I was stood in the kitchen, shaking like a leaf in the wind. What if that's me he's punching next time?

Next time. There won't be a next time, he promised. It was like there was an angel on one shoulder, a devil on the other.

He promised there would be no next time the other week, remember?

But he loves me. He would never hurt me.

What if…

I shook my head from side to side, breathing deeply; I need to get a grip.

I walked out of the kitchen, my head held high; I need to show him I forgive him. Don't want him to stay guilty. I coughed to get his attention; he was staring at the hole in the wall, a look of deep concentration on his face. He turned to me, his eyes vacant, he, too, was shaking. "Rose, I-"

"Don't. It doesn't matter." I said, trying to smile. It felt so false; I felt like an outsider looking in, nothing felt very normal. Royce had tears running down his face. I cradled him to me, rocking him like a child. He was still drunk, slurring his words, "I Love you so much, Rosie. So sorry, so, so sorry…"

"Shhhh, don't worry." I soothed, trying to move him to the bedroom, so he could sleep it off. "Don't worry about it, Royce. It's ok." But it's not, is it? Nothing's Ok…

***

I awoke to an empty bed. This didn't worry me; it just meant Royce had left for work early, something he often did nowadays. I sat up and ran my fingers through my tangled hair. I caught sight of myself in the mirror and sighed; I had makeup smudged under my eyes, my hair was sticking out at all angles, and I still had my clothes from yesterday on. I stood up, stretching, just as the doorbell chimed. It was Alice. She had a huge designer bag on one arm, and little Jack on the other. Her big superstar sunglasses were falling down her nose and her t-shirt –no doubt an expensive designer buy- was on inside out. "Al? You ok?"

"Fine, let me in though, he's nearly as heavy as this bag" She said, thrusting Jack at me and pushing her glasses up her nose. I laughed, and opened the door wider so she could get in. She raised her eyebrows at the huge hole in the wall, but didn't comment; she knew I would only lie through my teeth about it anyway.

"So, what's with the flustered look? Is that in vogue now?" I said, winking at her.

"You're so flaming hilarious, Rose. It seems you've taken to dressing like a hobo, is that in vogue too? And weren't you wearing that yesterday?" She said her voice laced in sarcasm.

"Of course, have you not heard? All the top celebs are dressing like this," I said, twirling round like I was on a catwalk. She laughed loudly and ran her fingers through her hair. "Alice. What's up, you look a mess –no offense-" I added, seeing her face drop. "This isn't like you?"

She gave me one of her patented 'I wish you wouldn't do this' look and sighed, "Its Jasper."

"Oh my god, what's happened?"

"He's gone" I took a sharp intake of breath. Jasper and Alice don't fight! They are like two halves of a whole. "No, only for the week, for work, but I feel like part of me is missing Rose, I've never been away from him for this long and-" I held my hand up to stop her, before she got too carried away in her ramblings.

"So, let me get this straight…you are acting like he's dead, when he has only gone away for a week?" She nodded meekly, looking at her expensive designer shoes. I laughed, shaking my head, "You are beyond me, Alice, you really are."

"Alright, what is this? Be horrible to Alice day? And what does it take to get a coffee in this place?"

I stood up to make her a coffee. She scooped up Jack and followed me into the kitchen. "I had a phone call last night…" she said, eyeing me up and down, waiting for me to look impressed. I wasn't.

"Wow Alice, complete madness, what is the world coming to. Next thing you know, people will be receiving e-mails, or even sending texts." I gasped and fanned my face, pretending to be shocked. Alice rolled her eyes at my sarcasm, and flipped me off.

"It was a phone call regarding you…" She sang.

I tried to look disinterested still, but this had caught my attention; who would ring Alice regarding me? "Alright, you've got me. Who was it?"

"I don't know." She said, not even turning towards me. She was reaching up to get a cup out of the cupboard, and struggling to reach. I grabbed a cup, but held it above her head; she raised one perfectly plucked eyebrow at me.

"Tell me who rang, and you can have the cup"

"Rose, I'll say it slowly, as you seem to have misunderstood; I do not know." She said, annunciating each word, like she was talking to someone mentally handicapped.

"Alice, you are infuriating, you know that. What did they say, this mystery weirdo?"

"They said, and I quote: 'Your mate is hot.' And then they put the phone down."

"How do you know they were talking about me then?" I said, throwing her the cup and grabbing myself one.

"Look at yourself, Rose. You're hot. In fact, to call you hot is an insult, you are so much more than hot."

"Ermmm…Thanks?"

"Don't interrupt me." She snapped, stirring her coffee manically. "I don't think I've been out in public with anyone who I would class as hot, well, not hot enough to call hot in an anonymous phone call. So, it must be you. Who've we seen that's a big enough ass to ring me, saying you're hot when you're more than just hot…" She glanced at my shocked expression "Don't look at me like that, you must bring out my lesbian side." She winking jokingly, and I opened my mouth to say something; she held up her hand, and I snapped it shut again to let her finish. "Where was I…Oh, so who is a big enough ass, and has my number?"

"Al-"

"Shush! I'm having a moment here!" She narrowed her eyes and hissed under her breath "Emmett…"

Her expression was laughable. "Oh no! Emmett. Emmett 'Bastard' McCarty? From the park? God Alice, no wonder you look like someone's burning your Gucci dress."

"Rosalie, this is serious. Come on, we're going out." She gulped her scolding hot coffee in one go, and grabbed my arm in a vice like grip. "We're going to find him."

Emmett POV

"Emmett!" Conner screeched, I wasn't giving him my full attention and he was getting agitated.

"Sorry, what were we doing?"

"I want to go out." He said, pounding his chubby little fist on the table.

"Right, whatever." I'm such a pushover. That and my head felt like it'd been steamrollered. Note to self: Even Edward handles his drink better than me at the minute; go steady.

We were almost at the park before Conner even looked at me, he was still angry that I wasn't listening to him earlier. "What's up, Emmett?" He said, in his no nonsense voice, putting his hand on his hip.

I smiled at him; he always knew when I was in a Pissy mood. "You know that pretty lady we saw yesterday?" I asked. He nodded, smiling. "I Like her, Con. I like her a lot. But she doesn't even know I exist." He looked at me, confused. "It doesn't matter, mate. Don't worry about me."

He didn't even look back as he ran towards the gates of the park. So much for brotherly love.

And then I saw her. Again. It was like Deja vu. She was on the same bench; with the same bitch Brandon talking to her, about how much she hates me, no doubt.

And then 3 things happened at once. Conner, who I thought was playing nicely, ran up to Blondie and started talking. Alice turned to stare at me with such loathing I thought I was going to melt. And Blondie smiled at Conner like he should have a halo and laughed at whatever he said.

I nearly fucking choked.

"Conner!" I shouted, trying to sound cool, yet trying to run at the same time, which, for future reference, isn't possible; running in a blind panic will never pass as being cool.

As I got closer, I could really feel the force of evil Alice's evil eyes. "Emmett McCarty," she said, scathingly, looking me up and down trying to make me twitch.

"Alice," I said, nodding politely, trying to ignore her super laser-beam glare. "Sorry about this ladies, it seems my brother is out to get me at the moment." I was practically curtseying. I tugged on Conner's hand and he smiled at me angelically.

Then she spoke "It's ok, I think you're bother is adorable. It's very rare you find someone with Downs who can speak as clearly as he can. I'm impressed." And she smiled, genuinely.

"Well, he's one smart cookie, evil, but smart"

Blondie laughed, outstretching her hand for me to shake "I'm Rosalie."

"I'm Emmett, and this is Conner" I shook her hand, getting the right balance between not hurting her, yet showing her I'm strong; something that's taken a lot of practice over the years.

"Well Emmett, Conner, we'll see you again, yeah? We'd better go now, nice meeting you." Rosalie smiled, and ruffled Conner's hair. Standing up, she stretched and I nearly fucking died; she's gorgeous, there's no doubt about it.

She grabbed Alice's hand, and dragged her up. Alice gave me one last look, before walking away. I turned to Conner, ready to give him a piece of my mind. I opened my mouth to speak, but closed it again; have you ever had that feeling where you can feel someone behind you? I turned around and something hit me hard in the face, my hand clutched my stinging cheek instinctively. "What the-" I started, only to be cut off.

It was Alice. "Listen here, Emmett, Rosalie has a boyfriend. Weirdo phone calls are just creepy, not sweet, and getting your little bother to come over here and to tell her you really like her; you're pathetic. Mark my words asshole, I'm going to do everything in my power to keep her away from you, you good for nothing low-life. And to think, I once slept with you! The thought knocks me sick." She looked me up and down one last time, before stalking off to go intimidate more men; damn that bitch is crazy!

I turned to Conner "What the hell, man? What you rat me out for?"

He just smiled at me, infuriatingly, "She's pretty, Em."

"I know mate, I know…"

I Love Alice. She makes me laugh ;). Hope you liked it, please review. Oh, and Thanks to my Beta OhMyEdward472, she's beyond wonderful. Emily xxx