14. The Truth

Emmett's POV

I was having the weirdest dream. Again. But this one was different, and more terrifying than the last. But the thing that scared the most was how real it seemed.

I was lying on my stomach, and was face down. I noticed I was in some sorta liquid. Yuck.

I stuck my head up, and took a look around. This place was a forest, and it was very dark. Now to check what I was lying in.

I strained to look down. A horrified expression must have appeared on my face when I saw where I was.

I was in the same forest my parents died. This made me tear up automatically. I was lying in a pool of blood, just like 5 years ago.

"Ah!" I yelped, and jumped to my feet. My clothes were soaked.

I started to ball.

"Why!" I yelled, but nothing seemed to come out .I searched my body for any injuries, but there were none. Then whom's blood was I lying in?

I looked around frantically, afraid to see whom this mystery person was.

I heard a weird gurgling sound. Huh?

I searched around again, and stopped abruptly. I stared wide-eyed at this thing.

My 2 loving parents, in the arms of a pale skinned fiend. Not only that, but they were drained.

He was wearing a black robe, and was surrounded by other black robed people.

I couldn't move. I couldn't think.

The Cullens had always said my parents died from a bear attack. Why would they lie?

I stood still, and met with the eyes of this thing.

He smiled at me impishly, and returned to sucking the life out of my already lost parents.

"NOOOOOOO!" I yelled. But I couldn't hear myself.

" Emmett? Emmett?" I heard. Where was that coming from? "Emmett wake up!"

I searched around, but my eyes fluttered open, and saw Rosie's face.

"God," I murmured, wiping the sweat off my forehead. "What have I eaten?"

Rosie giggled at me. "What did you dream of?"

Hmm. . .Should I tell her?

"NOOOO!" Edward yelled, and appeared at my door, with the rest of the family close behind him.

"Edward what. . ." They were all saying, confused.

"Don't tell him, it'll only make him upset." Edward said, and then whispered something so quiet and fast, I couldn't catch it.

"Oh. . ." Esme murmured, and started to walk to me.

What the hell's happening?

Mom sat next to me, and wrapped her arms around me.

What were they keeping from me?

"It's nothing Em." Carlisle said, embarrassed.

"I wanna know." I sorta whispered.

"I think we should tell him Carlisle." Rosie murmured. She seemed upset, and rubbed my arm soothingly.

"Rosie?" I asked, and looked at her, stunned. What had been so important Rosie had to keep it from me? "You t-tell me everything."

She nodded sadly at me.

"Uh Em. . .You know how your parents passed away all those years ago?" Edward said quietly. Like he was afraid to hurt me. "Well we said it was a bear, correct?"

"Yeah." I whispered.

"Well, uh I'm not sure how to tell you this but. . ." Edward said, and rubbed the back of his head. "But it wasn't a bear that killed your parents. . "

My eyes teared up, and hugged closer to Esme. "W-what was i-it then?"

"Let's just say your dream was right on the mark."

Vampires killed my parents?

I broke out of Esme and Rosie's arm, with tears streaming down my face.

"Honey I'm so sorry." Mom said, and began to rise and comfort me. "Do you want us to leave your room. . .Cause if your scared. . ."

I was appalled to know that they'd kept this from me. Rosie kept this from me. . .

"Oh I'm not scared." I said.

My hands balled into fists, and I felt like I couldn't even look at any of them. Not even Rosie.

"How could you. . ." I whispered.

"Honey we're so sorry. . ." Esme whispered, and came closer to me.

"No." I said, and turned away from them.

As much as I loved them, I wasn't ready to forgive them for keeping this massive secret from me.

Tears stained my cheeks, and my vision was s blurry from the tears, I couldn't see.

I felt like screaming.

"I don't wanna talk to any of you right now. . ." I said, and stormed off to the bathroom.

I slammed the door close, and locked the door, then sat against the door.

Of course I was more than grateful that this Vampire family had adopted me, but to lie to me? For Rosie to lie to me? I felt betrayed, and I was hurt.

I put my head back, and pounded the floor.

I sobbed some more, and pressed my face into the door.

For my parents sake, for my sake, why did they have to do this to me? Why? I was so confused.

I heard a small knock on the door. "Emmett. . ." I know that voice from anywhere.

"Please go away Rosalie." I said. That is the first time I had called her Rosalie in my whole 5 years of living with her. I felt guilty, as I heard her press against the bathroom door. I thought I heard sobbing.

I let out a sigh, and lay down on the cool, white tiles.

Rosalie's POV

"I don't wanna talk to anybody right now." was the last thing Emmett said, before storming of to the bathroom.

I slumped down onto his bed, as did Esme.

"What are we going to do?" Bella said, with a worried look. "We can't let him be angry."

"We were wrong to hide this from him." Carlisle said.

"He wasn't scared," Esme murmured. "So this outburst is because he's angry with us. I feel horrid."

I nodded in agreement, as did everybody else.

I sighed.

My Emmett. He's furious. With me in particular. I felt like crying.

"Rose, Emmett was surprised you kept this from him," Edward said. "Do you think you should talk to him?"

"He'll never want to look at me again." I said, and hugged Buggles to me, and inhaled Emmett's rich scent that I'd come to love.

"He will have too. He loves you to pieces." Alice whispered sympathetically.

"So do I. . .But do you think maybe, that he'll never ever forgive me?" I asked.

Everyone was silent for minutes.

"I'm going to try." I said, and stood up, to go to the bathroom.

I walked down the hallway, and heard sobbing. Oh Em.

I knocked softly on the door. "Emmett. . ."

There was a short silence.

"Please go away Rosalie."

I just felt like someone had shoved a stake into my heart. He had never called Rosalie. Always Rosie. And that upset me, even more than it should.

I crumpled awkwardly against the door, and heard several sniffles.

"Please Em. . .Don't." I said. "D-don't do this, I can't take it."

"I'm sorry." he whispered. "But I don't know if I can forgive you for hiding this from me."

I put my face in my hands, and sighed. Not in annoyance, oh no, but in sorrow.

"Emmett, plea-" I stuttered.

"Rosalie. . .Don't." he said, cutting me off, stubbornly.

I felt like someone was burning me at the stake, then watching me burn. Then mocking me.

He surprised me when he began to whisper. "What happen to : "Well always be together," and "You can tell me anything?". Doesn't that apply to you anymore?"

I nearly started to dry sob. I was gripping to the edge of holding myself together.

"Of course it does," I said, struggerling too keep my voice even. "It always has, and always will."

There was another long silence.

"Then why would you lie to me?"

I slid down the door, and hit the ground roughly.

"Do you really think I wanted to?" I said. "Do you seriously think I would do that to you purposely?"

Another silence.

"I don't know."

I banged my head against the door, and it buckled, to the shape of my head.

"But seriously, Rosalie? To lie about this? My parents deaths?" he whispered, and let out a sob when he talked about them.

"Oh Em. . ." I whispered. In fact, I doubt he heard me.

"Well?" He said harshley. I didn't Emmett could be so mean.

"I, no we were only trying to protect you. If we told you, we were afraid you'd run away screaming. And none of us could bear to lose you Em. Would we hurt you purposely?" I said.

"Now, I'm not so sure."

Why was he being so neive? Couldn't he try and see this from our perspective.

All I wanted was for him to forgive me.

"I'm so sorry. . ." I said. "I guess this means no Ireland then."

"Mmmm. . .I guess not." He murmured.

By this time, I was thinking of getting down on my hands and knees and begging, but, I knew, it wouldn't make much difference.

The questions that haunted me to no end was : Will we ever work this out? Does he love me enough to forgive me?

Emmett's POV

"But seriously, Rosalie? To lie about this? My parents deaths?" I whispered, and let out a sob when I talked about them.

"Well?". I asked.

"I, no we were only trying to protect you. If we told you, we were afraid you'd run away screaming. And none of us could bear to lose you Em. Would we hurt you purposely?"

"Now, I'm not so sure." I murmured. I nearly sobbed when I said this.

"I'm so sorry. . ." she said. "I guess this means no Ireland then."

"Mmmm. . .I guess not." I murmured.

Ireland was my dream. Had I made the wrong chose?

"Rosalie." I heard someone whisper. Esme. "Oh honey."

I pulled my legs up to my chest, and hugged them closer to me.

I turned myself around, so I was looking under the door.

I saw Rosie's hand.

I hesitated before sliding my hands under the door. They only just fit.

I stretched to reach her perfect fingers. A shinging gold ring was on her 3rd finger. It was a very nice ring.

Rosalie's jean pockets were wide open, so I could see. There was a crumpled note in the right pocket. She never kept anything in her pockets.

I reached to grab it, and grabbed it awkwardly with my 2 first fingers.

My arm was pretty big, so I nearly got it stuck, but successfully, pulled it from under the door.

This piece of paper seemed so old, and had red crayon scrawled around it.

I opened the paper up and read what was inside:

Dear Rosie

Roses (Rosie!) are red,

Violets are blue

You are my best friend

and I love you!

x x x

Love Little Emmett, Age 5

I laughed at my 5 year old self.

She'd kept it all this time. . .For nearly 5 years.

I remember slipping this into her white jacket pocket when she wasn't looking.

I suddenly felt less angry, and wiped the tears from my eyes. "Rosie. . ."

"Yeah Sweetie?" she said, with pure relief in her voice.

"I'm sorry." I said, and whipped the door open, to find her standing up already.

"Oh Em, what. . .when. . ."

"You kept this all this time, and to think, its just a stupid poem I did when I was 5!" I laughed, and wrapped my arms around her small waist.

"Its not stupid it's beautiful!" She laughed, and hugged me back.

"I'm so sorry for lieing to you." She said after a moment, but it was muffled by my curly hair.

"Its s'kay" I said. "I probably shouldn't have reacted like that."

"Don't worry." She said, and kissed my cheek.

"I'm so sorry for calling you Rosalie." I said.

"It hurt." she sighed. I hugged her harder, and kissed her cheek.

I felt so so horrible for hurting her. I would never hurt her again. Ever.

I tried to pull her downstairs, but she picked me up, and ran down the stairs.

"Emmett!" Esme said, trying to hide her surprise.

"I'm so, so, so, sorry everybody." I said, hugging each of them.

"Don't worry Em. . .We shouldn't have kept it from you." Dad said, when I hugged him.

"We still get to go to Ireland?!" I yelled.

Everybody nodded.

"Woo!"

I love my family.

I hated writing that. . .It was excrutiating having Em call Rose Rosalie. . .: ( But plz review.

Love u all x x x