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"Laurent." Emmett growled, his eyes darkening, his hands clenched into fists.
"Get out of here. NOW." My father snarled, stalking forward.
Dr. Cullen looked alarmed at the proceedings while Edward stood, watching Laurent threw suspicious eyes, his hand clutching mine. And my mother threw her body over mine, trying to protect me.
"Charlie, what's going on?" Dr. Cullen asked, appearing in my very slim sight. I would guess trying to protect me and my mother from the stance he took. "Who is this man?"
"That is Laurent. Bella's ex-fiancé." I heard Emmett growl dangerously.
He had never liked Laurent.
"Ha!" Laurent snorted and I winced. Great. He's drunk, I silently moaned, squeezing Edward's hand. "Ex my ass!" He shouted, his words slurred.
I flinched, my mother tightening her grip.
Why me?
"There's no need for that type of language in front of ladies!" Dr. Cullen cried out indignantly.
This just kept getting worse, I thought as Edward squeezed my hand reassuringly.
"What are you? A yellow livered pussy?' Laurent snorted, laughing at his poor insult. "Pussy cat. Pussy cat." He sing-songed, laughing drunkenly.
I could feel the tension and anger in the room increase; Edward's grip tightened painfully while my mother began to tremble in fright. I, quite frankly, was getting annoyed.
I was perfectly fine and Laurent had no business being here, we were no longer engaged, there was no hope of our engagement ever being so. I winced painfully at the memory of the disaster that brought that around and then locked it away, figuratively. After all, I was no one's territory.
"Mama," I whispered, catching her attention as my father, Emmett, and Laurent started yelling at each other. "I want to go home, please." I pleaded, looking up into frightened eyes, the strain softened in her face as she quickly hugged me.
"Charlie!" She yelled, catching my father's attention, immediately the yelling stopped.
"Bella wants to go home." She explained to him quietly.
"I think that's a fine." Dr. Cullen agreed immediately, his protective stance relaxing slightly.
"I'd agree." Edward said, his voice forceful and commanding.
Some of the tension eased and then anger ebbed while by mother sat up slowly.
I saw Emmett and my father give one last, lingering glare at Laurent before shoving him out the door and locking it. Laurent then began to bang on it, cussing up a storm.
"Hurry, there's a back door over here." Dr. Cullen sort of whispered, hurring towards the back.
Edward pulled me up, and remained at my side with his arm wrapped around my waist. To make sure I didn't collapse again. My father and Emmett looked at his arm, displeased, while my mother looked slightly proud. That surprised me, I would have to ask her about it later I thought as Dr. Cullen, Emmett, and my father urged me, my mother, and Edward out the back.
At least there wasn't a fight, I thought, shrugging slightly. It could have been a lot worse.