A/N And yes, the long (literally) awaited chapter. You will find out things like who Emmett is though you've all probably guessed. But did you see it coming? And you will also find out what happened in Phoenix.

Ok. I think this chapter is sad so that's a warning. I don't think it's crying 'OMG! This is sadder than New Moon' depressing sad where everyone cries when they read it but I would say it is a little sad.

Previously:-

I looked down at the grave stone :-

In Loving Memory of,
Emmett Charlie Swan
A caring son, a devoted brother, a honest friend
We miss you.

Chapter 11
BPOV

"What are you doing here?" I gasped in horror, trying to hide my tear-stained face.

"I would ask you the same," Edward say, pointedly looking down at the gravestone. Emmett's grave. Oh God, I knew that my past would catch up with me. I knew that going to Phoenix was a bad idea. He's going to leave me now when I tell him the truth. He'll be disgusted by what I caused.

"Bella, what happened?" he asked me softly. I looked at him in the eye for the first time since he found me. He looked … confused and unhappy. I wanted more than anything to make it better, I didn't like it when Edward was unhappy. It made me unhappy. It was silent for a few minutes. "Please, Bella. I'm sick of trying to guess what happened and it's driving me crazy not knowing. I want to help you, I want you to know that you can confide in me. You do know that don't you?"

"Yes, of course," I said hurriedly. "I do know that. I'm just scared that you'll be mad at me and you won't want me anymore," I shared my fears.

"I promise I won't be angry at you. And I could never not want you. I love you and will to the day I cease to exist."

"OK," I said. "I'll tell you what happened. Emmett was… my brother," I tried to stop the tears coming. I heard Edward gasp.

"But you don't have a brother."

"I do… or rather I did. He died."

"Oh Bella, I'm so sorry," he hugged me. "If you don't mind me asking, how did he die?"

"I'm getting to that. Emmett and I were … very close. Renée always said we were like two peas in a pod. He was always so attentive to me, his younger sister. Very protective."

(I decided that I would put in some flashbacks here so you get an idea of the kind of brother Emmett was and how close the two were.)

Flashback (Emmett is 6 and Bella is 4)

I was starting kindergarten today and I couldn't wait! Emmie was going to walk in with me because mommy was busy with her work, so she just dropped us of at the gate. Emmie had started big boy school at the school beside my kindergarten.

I was so nervous when we walked in and I found about thirty kids my age playing all over the place.

A nice looking lady came over to us and bent down so I could look into her eyes without having to look way up and said, "Hello, you must be Bella. Welcome to kindergarten, do you want me to show you around?"

I nodded and put my thumb in my mouth. I was really shy, especially at that age.

I didn't want to leave Emmie though, all the kids already knew each other and were friends. I held onto his hand as if my life depended on it. He tried to tell me he had to go work but I started to cry. I couldn't do this without him.

Eventually what happened was that the nice lady told Emmie's teacher about what was happening and said that he could be late 'just this once to help his little sister settle in'.

He thanked me for getting him out of work. He thought that the work was really hard. The rest of the day we just played together in the sand and on the swings outside. He was always the more outgoing of the two of us and made some friends, even though they were two years younger than him. It was like people were just attracted to his light, he was happy all the time. He was the one who encouraged me to make friends with Catherine and Becky and we had been friends ever since then.

I also met a really annoying guy then as well, that I would be in the same class as him - unfortunately - until I moved to Forks. Mike was so possessive of the Barbies in kindergarten and us three would always fight with him over them.

End Flashback

Flashback (Emmett is 10 and Bella is 8)

"Oh, Baby Bella Wella wants to go on our slide," teased the mean girl in my class - Aria - told the others. I blinked away tears in my eyes - why were they so mean? What did I ever do to them?

It was just a slide, but Aria, Phoebe and Katie had got it somehow into their heads that it was their slide and no one was allowed to go down it unless they had their permission. And now that I had decided to stand up to them and say that I wanted on the slide, all my friends were acting as if they didn't know me anymore. The three girls were making fun of me and I didn't like it.

I wish Emmie was here.

Phoebe pushed me down and they were all saying that they were being nice this time but if I done it again, then they would make sure I had no friends left and would hurt me.

Emmett still went to this school and we had the same lunch, but he always hung out with his friends and played ball with them at the other side of the playground. He wouldn't be able to see the three girls being mean to me.

I could see Becky and Catherine looking at me guiltily and then running off. I didn't blame them - Aria, Phoebe and Katie ruled our year and had the power to make or break us. They could make us avoided like the plague or they could make us the talk of the whole school, the IT girl.

They continued to be mean to me and were in the middle of calling me all these nasty names when a booming voice interrupted them.

"What do you think you're doing, Bratzillas?" Emmett glared at them, Catherine and Becky at either side of him. Now I understood - they had went to get backup in the form of my very tall - not to mention very strong - older brother. They helped me up and as a foursome we stared the three girls down.

I knew that they would back off when Emmett came into the equation. They knew that he was fiercely protective of me and would be able to crush their social status in school.

Elementary school is nearly as bad as high school.

End Flashback.

(A/N I know the last one pretty much sucked but I couldn't think of anything else. :))

"Renée was with Charlie for a few years, until Emmett was four and I was two. We lived in (I had to change it to make my story work) Seattle then but Charlie was trying to convince her that we should move back to Forks, his home town. Not only did Charlie miss it, he wanted to be nearer his parents as their health wasn't the best now that they were older. My parents' marriage had been on the rocks for quite a while and this was the last straw for them. They argued even more than they used to - which was a lot even before - and eventually Renée gave him an ultimatum - her or Forks. Charlie thought she was joking and that made Renée really mad that he wasn't taking her seriously. She moved us back to Phoenix and Charlie moved back to Forks. Emmett and I only saw him every summer when he would come see us as Renée refused to allow us to travel down to Forks.

"When I was thirteen and he was fifteen, Renée got together with Phil. She had had boyfriends before, but this was … different. She thought the world of him, though he was just ten years older than me! And he, I believe, loved her too.

"They got engaged, and then got married. I was the Maid of Honor and Emmett a groomsman. Emmett and I thought he was a nice man, and he made our mom happy so we were happy for them. The first few months when they were still newlyweds, were joyful for the most part. But then Phil mentioned having more children. He wanted a child of his own. But Renée couldn't have kids.

"When she was pregnant with me, there were … complications and when my mom went into labor with me, we nearly died. They managed to save us … at a price. My mom was barren, she couldn't have anymore children of her own. But she was happy with just the two of us. To be truthful I think she was a little bit relieved. She had two kids, a boy and a girl and that was enough.

"Phil was upset when he found out but told Renée that he was ok with it. He didn't want to upset her and he really was ok with it, at least for a little while. But then, he started to blame me, after all it was all my fault that my mother was infertile. He started to drink, not a lot at first but he started to rely on alcohol after a while. It was such a gradual process that my mom didn't realize he had a problem. He started to get really plastered, I mean really plastered.

"That was when he started to hurt me. It was about six months into their marriage when he came home drunk. Renée was at work and Emmett was at football practice. He was part of the team. Phil came stumbling into my room where I was doing something. I can't remember what. He took hold of my arm really tightly and started to shout at me. He told me how it was all my fault and that he was disgusted by even having to look at me. I didn't know what he was talking about at the time and I was trying to tell him he was hurting me. I was scared.

"He said 'You don't even know the meaning of "hurt". I'm going to show you what it really feels like'. And he did. Show me, that is. He started to kick me and punch me in the stomach. He said that if I ever told anyone, he would kill me. And Emmett. I might have told if it was just me. But he threatened Emmett's life as well. He was smart, he knew that I would never tell anyone if Emmett was at risk. When he finished, I blacked out. When I woke up, I was in a lot of pain. Renée had already went to bed; Phil had told her that I wasn't feeling well and didn't want to be disturbed. Emmett was staying over at a friends' house." I could see Edward was shaking with anger and growling. I knew it. But I didn't stop talking. I felt relieved to get it of my chest. I needed to tell someone my story.

"I had broken two ribs and was covered in bruises. My leg was broken. When Phil saw the injuries he had done to me in the morning he brought me to the hospital. In the car going there, he threatened me again. He reminded me what he would do if I told anyone. I didn't tell. We said I fell down the stairs.

"Everyone believed the lie. I wasn't the most graceful of people and Phil had used that to his advantage. His beatings became regular but they weren't usually as bad as the first one. If I kept on breaking bones, it wouldn't take long for people to start to wonder. In Phoenix P.E. wasn't mandatory so I didn't do it. I wouldn't have done it anyways but Phil was the one who made sure I didn't do it. I covered myself with clothing to hide the bruises he left. Even when it was Summer. I pushed away Emmett. I knew he was hurt and confused that I was being distant with him. It was for the best.

"I started to sleepover at friends' houses more and more. Sometimes I could postpone going home for nearly a week. Even at sleepovers, I still covered myself up. I didn't want to show my friends that even my 'step-father' hated me. I knew it was all my fault.

"It continued for two years and Phil was getting more and more aggressive towards me. He didn't seem to care that I was having to go to the hospital at least twice a week. It seemed like he didn't really care that it was starting to look suspicious. As long as he hurt me bad, he was happy. Fortunately for him, the doctor he always sent me to was a friend of Phil's. He knew that Phil beat me but Phil always paid him money to keep this knowledge secret. I hated that doctor. He was fat and all he cared about was money. I called him Dr. Frankenstein.

"Phil was starting to get unsatisfied with the beatings that had now become regular. He always did it when it was just the two of us so no one could hear my screams. He always put tape over my mouth anyways so I wouldn't be so loud that the neighbors would hear. One day, after the usual routine of hurting me, he made me stand up even though it was too sore to stand. From then on, he would make me stand and do things that would stretch my muscles to make it even sorer on me (Basically stuff like making her do the splits or jumping up and down even if she had broke her leg or something as it would hurt her even more without him having to do anything). He liked to see me in pain.

"I hated that Emmett and I weren't as close now. I became depressed and even considered suicide a few times. But I knew it would hurt Emmett and I had hurt him enough. That was when I started dreaming about you. Edward, you gave me hope of another life. A happy one," I looked up at Edward who still looked furious. For the first time I actually felt afraid of him. He looked so angry that he might… No, Edward would never hurt me! I can't believe that I ever even thought of that for a second. But the truth was, ever since Phil started to beat me, I couldn't stop flinching when people ever came near me thinking that they would hurt me as well. One time a teacher was talking to me, my class-work was starting to suffer because of the abuse, he leaned forward to get a pen and I thought he was going to hit me. I cringed away for him, anticipating the hit. When I opened my eyes, the teacher looked at me strangely and I made some excuse. I can't remember what - something about how I thought there was a wasp?

"Emmett was oblivious to the abuse until last November when I was in Sophomore year. Phil had been fired because of his excessive drinking and his violent treatment towards his colleagues. He was furious - angrier than I had ever seen him - and I was terrified he would kill me. He didn't care about people finding out and I think he would have killed me if Emmett hadn't come home early. He didn't have to worry about Renée coming home - she was at a bachelorette party for the whole weekend and wouldn't be home until Sunday night (It was a Friday). Phil didn't realize that he was home until Emmett came into my bedroom. He had heard me screaming, muffled by the tape over my mouth. I can't imagine what he must have felt when he opened the door to find his baby sister, the person he thought that had no secrets from him, being tortured by the man he looked up to, the person who was nearly like a second father to him. I must have looked a sight - practically naked showing all the bruises and scars that had built up over the years, my leg broken (among other bones), bleeding, screaming out in pain. The bleeding alone was making me light-headed and I thought I was going to pass out.

"Phil and Emmett had hit it off by their mutual love of sports and I can safely say that he definitely liked Emmett better than me. I remember Emmett's expression of disgust, hatred and rage like it was just yesterday.

"All he said was "Oh my God". Phil wasn't quick enough to dodge the punch that hit him in the jaw. Emmett punched and kicked Phil until he had passed out and then he turned to me. He said "Oh my God. What has he done to you?" and then he lifted me up and got a blanket. He ran out of the house and into his car and then sped all the way to the hospital. He was so angry and I think he was tempted to leave me off at the hospital and then return home to kill Phil.

"He didn't know what to do on the drive. He never was good at the whole 'Doctor' thing and had no experience. He didn't do very well in Biology and although he took a class when he was younger to do with CPR and stuff like that, I don't think he was taught about what he should do in a situation if he just finds out that his sister has been beaten up for years by their step-father and for all he knew, could be dying from her injuries from a particularly brutal beating. In the end he just broke all the traffic rules and sped to the hospital at the fastest he could go.

"Dr. Frankenstein, my usual doctor, had been arrested after police found out about another similar case to mine and had got enough evidence to send him to court and hopefully prison. Not only that, but he wasn't even a real doctor! He had faked all his diplomas and hadn't even finished one semester of university before dropping out.

"So Emmett brought me to Dr. Frankenstein's replacement, Dr. Pattinson (A/N - Now where have I heard that name before? lol).I was examined by the doctor and given some painkillers and sedatives. He told Emmett that I had a lot of injuries that had built up over the years and that he would discharge me on the condition that I had a lot of rest and didn't have to go through any stress. He told Emmett that it was obvious to anyone that I had been abused and that my former doctor must have known about it. He also encouraged Emmett to get in contact with the police and persuade me to ring a helpline or get some 'help from professionals' as the beatings must have taken a toll on me.

Emmett brought me back home and took me straight to bed. I didn't want to go to sleep but the medication made me drowsy so it wasn't long until I was. I didn't like sleeping anymore, I always got nightmares.

"I was asleep when everything went to a dramatic showdown but this is what happened. Phil was by then conscious and really mad. Emmett had interrupted his daily beating before he had finished and he had a lot of pent up energy still. They got into a very heated argument and it soon escalated into a full-on fight. Emmett won of course. He was the strongest and although Phil had more experience with fights, Emmett had better strategy. He left a note by my bedside table that said :-

"Hey Bells,

I need to go on a drive to cool off. Every time I think of what he did to you, what you had to go through … it just makes me really mad. I should have been there for you.

Don't worry, He will never hurt you again. Over my dead body.

You'll notice your medication is beside your letter, as well as a glass of water. When I get back, we're going straight to the police.

I hope you will forgive me for not being there for you. What I just can't stop thinking is - why didn't you tell me?

Love you always,

Emmett

xxx"

"You know it off by heart?" Edward asked me.

"Yes, it was the last note he ever wrote," I said as more tears rolled down my eyes. "There was a storm that night coincidently. It's actually really weird because there had hardly been any rain in weeks and then there is this big storm that night. I woke up hours later, it was about three in the morning by then, and saw his note. He had gone about nine and he still hadn't come back. I was worried. I was also home alone, Phil had left to stay with a friend of his. He was probably considering leaving the U.S. so that he wouldn't have to go to jail.

"The next morning, I got a phone call. I remember ringing Emmett's phone over and over again but his phone was off. In actual fact he forgot it. I picked up the phone at once, thinking it was Emmett. I hadn't got up at all, all morning. It hurt too much.

"It was the police. They had rang to say that Emmett had been in an accident. Because of the storm, the roads weren't good and one driver lost control of his car. At that moment, Emmett was on the other side of the road. They were also on a road right beside a cliff. It was very dangerous, because the cliff was really high and there have been more than a few accidents where drivers had went over the cliff. This cliff was so tall and there were rocks at the bottom that you had a zero chance of living through it. The driver's car collided into the side of Emmett's and they both went over. (there are cliffs in Phoenix, right? Well if there aren't just pretend there is :P)

"They found bits of Emmetts' car but that was all that was left of him," I couldn't hold back my sobs any longer and threw my arms around Edward's waist. When I could talk again I continued.

"Emmett's death struck me really hard, and I became even more depressed, if that was even possible. I blamed myself. When Phil found out that Emmett had died, he came straight back. He knew that I hadn't went to the police yet and came back to stop me. I didn't put up a fight. The only reason I had not killed myself earlier on was dead and it was all my fault.

"I didn't care about anything anymore. I felt numb. Some people would call it shock.

"I knew Emmett wouldn't have been happy if he was alive but this was what I deserved. Another pro for not going to the police was that Phil promised me that he wouldn't hurt me again if I didn't tell anyone.

"Months passed, and I was still grieving over Emmett's death. I didn't talk to anyone unless to answer a question and spent all my time in my room. I was like a robot. Emmett and I were so close and I hadn't spent this much time apart from him - ever. I would I have nothing to look forward to. The doctor who treated me the day Emmett died, continued to be my doctor. He tried to persuade me to go to the police, he said that I would be protected and that no man should be allowed to get away with the abuse he had administered to me.

"I just wanted to die. I didn't want to hurt my mom. I didn't want her to know what her husband really was. I've always felt protective of my mother, sometimes she's almost like a child in the way she acts. She had been hurt enough with Emmett's death that I didn't want to cause her any further distress. Dr. Pattinson though not happy with it, couldn't do anything. I had the law on my side. There were privacy laws. He could only go to the police if he had my permission.

"One night, about three months afterwards I drove to the cliff where Emmett had fell to his death. It was night and I had snuck out. I looked down at the rocks and the little lake below and I let it all out. I screamed and I cried until I couldn't do it anymore. I decided that I would die the same way Emmett did and even wrote a suicide note, apologizing to Renée and telling her the truth. I left it in my truck and walked back over to the cliff edge. I was about to jump when I heard Emmett's voice inside my head. I imagined what he would say if he knew what I was about to do. He was yelling at me to stop and to just live the life he couldn't anymore. I couldn't do it. I was a coward and in the end just drove back home.

"That was the first night I started to dream of you.

"One evening, Renée was away out with some friends. Phil was still without a job so he just hung around the house. Either that or he was out drinking. I tried to avoid him as much as possible but we lived in the same house, our rooms just two rooms apart. It was difficult. Anyways, he broke his promise.

"He hurt me. After that, I went to the hospital. Dr. Pattinson was really angry. Although he wasn't happy with my insistence at not telling anyone, it wasn't like I was being beaten still. I snapped.

"I didn't want to live this life anymore and I decided that I would talk to Renée when she got back. Tell her the truth. I wanted to tell her first so that the first time she heard about it wouldn't be when he was being arrested. She deserved at least that much.

"She didn't believe me. She thought I was fabricating it to get attention. She thought that I was only saying it to hurt her and that she didn't know who I was anymore. She disowned me.

"I realized then that no one would believe me. And why shouldn't they? Phil was a respected member of the community, a loving husband and a 'doting' step-father. Albeit the getting fired and the drinking. But no one knew any of that. Renée knew, I suppose. But only to an extent - she didn't know the real Phil beneath all the charm. No one outside our family knew any of it. It would come as a shock and I hadn't been the most sane since Emmett's death. They would probably think I was delusional. I was wicked.

"So, I decided it would just be best if I left. Never bothered them again. Let Renée live her life with her 'dream husband'. I knew Phil loved my mother deep down so I figured that he wouldn't hurt her. And really, the only reason he hurt me in the first place was because I killed his only chance to have a child of his own. Well, at least with Renée. I moved in with my dad, I told him parts. Not every single detail but enough for Charlie to nearly go of in a killing rage across the states separating them on the way to kill him. I managed to convince him not to though he wants me to go to the police as well. I told him I would think about it so he's got of my back for a little while so I could think things over.

"And then I met you, the most perfect guy from my dreams. You've been the happiest I've ever been in my life and have given me a reason to live again," I stroked his cheek. "I didn't want to lie to you, I wanted to tell you before but I knew that you wouldn't want me anymore once I told you about it. I don't blame you.

"And just when I was happy and starting to contemplate the idea that it might just be over, I find out that Renée has been beat up. Isn't that a coincidence. That she tries to phone me and emails me for the first time since I left. And all it said in her email was 'I'm so sorry for not believing you'. When I went to Renée's house yesterday, she was … defensive, and claimed that she didn't even write the email. She said that she was really mugged and that she couldn't believe how I could be so insensitive to come here now after all I had said to her about Phil.

"Phil has gotten to Renée and I don't know what to do. I can't just live my life as normal, knowing that Phil may be hurting her right this second. And I can't do anything to stop it and I just feel so useless. I still miss Emmett as well. Sometimes I feel guilty when I'm around you or the rest of your family. I can't believe how I can be happy when my brother, my closest friend is dead and it should have been me who died, not him. Not him," my voice broke and I started crying again. I took a minute to collect myself before I continued.

"So now I've told you the whole story. Please believe me, I'm not making any of this up." I looked Edward in the eyes and saw many emotions. Anger, hate, sadness, guilt. So many emotions raging in his eyes begging to shoot out and take charge.

"I believe you, but why do you think that I won't want you anymore because of something that was entirely not your fault?" he asked me genuinely confused. He had managed to grab a hold of his emotions and didn't look as angry as before. I knew it was all an act though, if anything he was even more furious than before, if that was even possible, by the end of my speech. His eyes were like two balls of angry black fire and his mouth was set in a straight line.

"Edward, my step-father hated me that much that he beat me half to death and I caused my brother's death! Why are you not running?"

"Bella, I told you before. I love you and none of this was your fault!" he finally exploded. "Emmett's death was a terrible tragedy but you didn't cause it. You weren't the person who pushed his car over the cliff nor were you the reason he went driving that night in the first place. If anyone's fault it is Phil's!" he spat the name. "He is a monster for treating you and your mother in this way. I would gladly kill him myself!"

"No," I gasped, alarmed. "No, you can't kill him!"

"And why not?! He hurt the woman I love and blackmailed her! It's not like anyone would miss him!"

"I'm not allowing you to get into trouble over something that is my fault," I said firmly. He was about to protest but I put a hand over his mouth and said, "It is my fault so don't say it isn't! Ok?"

He sighed but nodded. As soon as I put my hand away he however went on with his speech about how it wasn't my fault etc. and then he went on to say that he had to do something about it.

It was starting to get cold and I shivered. He noticed and he took of his jacket and put it around me. He led me back to his car and told me to get in. He said that he would come back for the other car later. I decided it would be a good idea to go back to the hotel room and get Carlisle's help to try to stop Edward from doing something he would regret to Phil.

On the way home, we were still arguing about Phil. He thought he should kill Phil or at least me go to the police and get him arrested. I wanted to just forget the whole thing, to not have to hurt anymore and convince Renée to leave Phil.

When we got in I went straight to Carlisle and told him that Edward was being unreasonable and asked him to show Edward some sense.

"What is this about?" he asked me as he stared at Edward. He looked troubled. "What has got him so … furious? I've never seen him this angry before in all the decades I've known him."

I hesitated. Telling Edward had taken a lot out of me and as much as I trusted all the Cullens, I wasn't sure what Carlisle would think. Maybe he wouldn't want his son hanging out with a girl who had caused her brother's death. Although I knew that if Edward was determined about something, he would do it, no matter what people told him to make it less desirable.

I didn't know if I would be able to tell my story all over again without breaking down.

Edward rescued me by telling Carlisle what had happened though not in the words I would have used. "Carlisle, her stepfather has been beating Bella ever since he married her mother. Bella's brother, Emmett, found out about it last year but he died the same night. Phil has now moved on to beating her mother after she moved to Forks and Bella has been blaming herself for everything, none that is her fault of course. To be truthful, I think that we should kill Phil for what he has done to her and her family or at the least get him locked up in prison so he can't hurt her or her mother again. She thinks that we should just forget about it and let him move on to some other innocent person," he said curtly, staring at me.

Was he right that by asking him to not do anything, I was giving him the chance to hurt and ruin more families? And if I was then I wasn't that much better than Phil, was I? But if I did tell Edward to go kill Phil for me then I was just as bad as Phil. I couldn't win either way.

Unless I went to the police. He would be arrested and the remains of my family would be safe, right? Or it would give him a viable reason to hunt me down and kill me. If not him, then one of his friends. I wasn't scared about that - as much as I was terrified of Phil and what he could do to me, I knew that he didn't stand a chance when I had the Cullens as my protectors. But what about Renée? She had no one to protect her and if Phil was sent to prison, she would be all alone as well.

I knew that Charlie would offer her to stay with us in Forks until she had gotten everything sorted out but would she agree? She refused any help from him or her parents when she moved us away to Phoenix. She wanted some independence, she wanted to be able to say that she had accomplished all this all by herself.

Carlisle looked very angry as well. But why? We had only met on two occasions … Or maybe it was the principle of the matter that angered him. Edward had told me he was the most compassionate of them, so that was why he was angry.

"Bella, you have to do something about this. If you don't, I will happily help Edward kill him," he said, with not one hint of amusement on his face. He was serious.

"What can I do?" I cried. "I'm only a teen girl. I have nothing in my favor! No one would believe me!"

Edward laughed harshly. "You think that six vampires is not giving you the upper hand?!"

Hmmm, he had a point. I pondered for a minute before making my final decision. "OK, ok. I'll … go to the police in the morning." Carlisle and Edward especially, grudgingly accepted my promise but they didn't look completely appeased. I knew Edward was secretly hoping I would allow him to at least rough Phil up a bit. "But!" I warned. They looked at me warily. "You are not allowed to 'teach him a lesson' or hurt him in any way. You are not allowed to meet with him or be in any contact at all. If you disobey any of these rules, then I'll tell the police it was all a lie. Ok?"

"Fine," Edward gave up. He sat down on the chair and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"I'll order some food. What do you want, Bella?" Carlisle asked me kindly.

"Can I just have a cheeseburger and some fries, please?" I hadn't realized how hungry I was until Carlisle mentioned food.

He nodded and rang the room service up. Fifteen minutes later they arrived from the restaurant downstairs. I sat down and ate happily. Fries are wonderful.

Edward still hadn't moved from his spot.

It was only eight o'clock by the time I finished; it felt like today had lasted a year. So much had happened. Edward had found out more about me than anyone else. I had finally came to terms with Emmett's death. I stopped my vampire boyfriend from murdering my stepfather even though he deserved it. Carlisle tried his first cheeseburger (though he thought it tasted like dirt).

I knew tomorrow was going to be a even longer day …

So there you have it! : )

I would really like to know what you think of this chapter, especially because personally I don't think I wrote it well :P So please review. Every person that reviews gets an extra never been seen before EXCLUSIVE flashback of Emmett and Bella and I think it's really cute. :) Who doesn't want that?! Even if you don't have a fan fiction account, just put in your email with your review and I'll send it via email!

Ok, now I'm all sad from writing it! It is a sad chapter, one of the saddest I've ever written and I'm so sorry that I killed off Emmett, one of my favourite characters in the books. It was needed for my plot to work out so I hope you guys forgive me. When I first thought up this plot line back in April and I couldn't get it out of my head, I didn't think of Emmett being the brother. Originally I was thinking along the lines of making up a character of my own for the brother, and calling him something like Nigel (ok maybe not Nigel but some random name like that). Haha But then I thought that it would be better if I used an existing character, someone everyone likes so that it really drives home to people what Bella is going through. :P

Some mood music I think fits well with this chapter (I usually don't do these but I think music plays a big part in this chapter, it talks about - or rather sings about all the issues in this chapter. I hope that if you haven't heard one of these songs before, you'll listen to them because personally I love all these songs):-

Hurt by Christina Aguilera (I think this one's self-explanatory really. It's really just a song that I think conveys really well what Bella is feeling after Emmett dies)
My Immortal by Evanescence(I know everyone thinks that this song is really New Moony, I agree but I also think it describes Bella and Emmett's relationship perfectly and how she misses him)
Hear Me by Kelly Clarkson (I also thought that this was the perfect New Moon song but it also works here really well. Basically the song is about Bella on her own crying out for someone to hear her (Edward). This song goes after she starts dreaming about Edward and after Emmett dies.)
Tourniquet by Evanescence (After Emmett dies, when she's in the depths of depression (lol that sounds funny) and wants to die. Before she starts dreaming of Edward though so its when she thinks no one cares about her or would ever care for her and she just wants to not feel the pain anymore. Around about the time she nearly jumped of the cliff)
I Hate Myself For Losing You by Kelly Clarkson (Again self-explanatory. It's just how Bella blames herself and how she hates herself for causing Emmett's death. Ok, so it's actually about a girl who's boyfriend left her for another woman but really I think it goes well.)
From Where You Are by Lifehouse (I love this song and I really think it suits this chapter and story. This song is about teenagers dying in car accidents and how did Emmett die? A car accident!)

Sorry again for killing off Emmett! :(

Ok, I'm really trying to shorten my ending A/Ns! Next chapter, I swear it will just be a few lines!

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