I wonder what strife our dear Bella has gotten herself into. Let's see shall we?

As ever, I own nothing except for the plot.

Thank you to my beta, sue273, for being amazing, as always.

Jealousy can be Murder

Part Two

I could hear someone moving around, some rustling noises, and a series of quiet clicks. I started to come around, but I felt really groggy and out of sorts. I tried to focus my brain into remembering what happened.

I'd been at Edward's, and was on my way back to the house to pack my things and leave. I'd come to the point of breaking up with Emmett and having the twins on my own. I couldn't live with Emmett anymore—he was driving me crazy—and quite frankly, I could have done without the added stress of his tantrums.

I'd made it to the house and was packing my suitcase when he turned up in the bedroom. He was drunk and he was adamant that the babies I was carrying weren't his, that I had been screwing someone behind his back. I'd said that I was leaving and was heading for the stairs, and then nothing. It was completely black.

I thought harder and could have sworn that I'd felt someone hit me. Emmett must have clobbered me on the head with something. That was when the panic set in. I realized that I couldn't move my hands or my feet. I opened my eyes and quickly located Emmett. His back was to me.

I wiggled my hands and nothing. They didn't budge at all. Looking up at them, I saw that I was bound to the bed—damn me for wanting a four poster bed! Looking down at my feet, I saw that they were also tied to the bed, albeit with some very long rope. The bed was rather long as Emmett was over six feet, and a standard bed hadn't been lengthy enough for him to fit on.

I tugged my wrists some more, hoping to loosen the rope enough that I could slip out of it. I only had slender wrists. It shouldn't have been too difficult, but I was exhausted. I'd barely slept the night before and the babies were sapping the energy out of me.

"You're not leaving me, Bella. I won't let you. No one gets to leave me," Emmett growled.

I raised my head to find him hovering over the end of the bed staring at me; his eyes were cold, dead even. I was terrified, without the use of my hands and feet, I was a sitting duck. There was no telling what he would do in the frame of mind he was in. I feared for the unborn lives that were sitting in my belly.

"Emmett, please, this is not the way to sort things out. Tying me to the bed is not the answer; you're only serving to make me more afraid of you. Is that what you want?" I sobbed.

"If that's what I have to do to keep you, make you so afraid of me that you wouldn't dare leave, then yes."

I sobbed at his words. This was not the Emmett that I had fallen in love with. The Emmett I had fallen for was kind heartened and soft. He would never do this to me.

"Emmett, untie me. We need to talk through this. My panicked state is not healthy for the babies," I said, trying a different tactic.

"I told you, Bella, those babies are not mine, and the sooner I get rid of them, the better for us both," he sighed.

My heart stopped at his words. He couldn't be serious, could he? What was he going to do? Perform the abortion himself? I looked down at my legs; there was no blood, at least when I'd fallen from him hitting me. I hadn't hurt them, or so I hoped.

"No, Emmett, that isn't going to happen. Edward knows I'm here. If I'm not back within an hour, he'll come looking for me. If he calls the police, you'll be caught and arrested." I tried bluffing him instead.

"No, he isn't. You really should have a better password on your phone, Edward texted you while you were unconscious. He said to take all the time that you need, and he will see you later. I replied about ten minutes ago, saying you were packing your suitcase and waiting for me to talk about things properly," he said smugly.

I glowered at him. Edward would never believe that. He knew that I didn't want to see Emmett and would speak to him at a later date to sort out the specifics. I only prayed that he would see through it and know to come looking for me anyway.

"So, you see, dear, I have all the time in the world to deal with you and your brats. I will not have you giving birth to someone else's bastards," he gloated.

"Emmett, take a paternity test. I will prove to you that they are yours. Why would I cheat on you? You know I hate things like that. My mother left my father for that and I never forgave him for it," I cried.

"Whatever. I can see past all your lies. You can throw whatever you like at me; they're not even babies yet, just blobs on a photo. I don't give a rat's ass about them."

I tried to think of ways to get him to see sense, but he was hell bent on getting rid of my little ones. Well, over my dead body. I would fight with every breath I had in me to keep them alive. No one was going to take them away from me. They had the right to live, and I was going to give it to them.

Checking my bonds were tight, he left the room. I struggled with all my might against them, trying the loosen them. They had to give way; I was not going to give up, no way in hell! Trying my feet, I wiggled and tugged as hard as I could, after what felt like an age, I could move my feet more and more as the bonds started to give in under the strain.

My right foot came completely loose and I listened for any signs that Emmett was returning. So far, so good. All was silent in the hallway. Moving onto my left foot, I pulled with all my might until that one give way as well. I was halfway through the battle, now all I had left were my hands.

Rolling myself from side to side while yanking, I managed to free my left wrist. Reaching over myself, I tried to unknot the right wrist. Realizing it was tied at the bed post and not at my wrist like I had thought, I was ready to stop. But I persevered. What start in life would my babies have if I gave in at the second hurdle?

Moving one of the loops over my hand, the bond loosened. After I had moved a second one over, I was completely free. Rolling to the side of the bed, I tried to get up, but my legs were weak. I must have been laid down for some time for that to happen. But I carried on.

I found my way to my feet and listened once more for any signs of noise. I was met with silence again. Shuffling to the built-in closet, I gently opened its doors, knowing that if I did it too quickly, they would make a noise. I'd been meaning to oil them for some time; I mentally kicked myself in the ass. First the bed and now the closet. I was seriously screwing myself over with my lack of organization.

Shutting the doors behind me, I slipped to that back where I knew there was a crawl space between the bedroom and the guest room down the hall. I only prayed I wasn't too fat to fit down it now! Sliding the panel out of the way, I shuffled into the space and began a belly crawl through to the guest room.

The crawl space was dusty, and sneezes threatened to take hold, but I shoved them back. Any noise could give me away. I was terrified of Emmett finding out that I had escaped before I had chance to come up with some sort of plan.

I saw a small ray of light at the end of the space. I slowed down my crawl until I reached the end, listening intently in case he was in the room. I peered through the crack and saw that the light was from the hallway, not the room itself. I pushed against the panel leading into the room; it groaned it protest, so I stopped.

I could hear sounds coming from downstairs, but nothing upstairs. I figured I was safe to try again. I pushed with a little more force. The groaning got louder but it opened, with no further noise. I spilled out onto the floor and shuffled off to hide behind the bed that was in there. I needed to remain as inconspicuous and silent as I possibly could.

I needed time to think. There wasn't much, if any chance at all, of me overpowering Emmett. He was built like a brick shit house. If I wasn't pregnant, then I might have tried. But I could no longer just think about me. Racking my brains for something to use, I heard noise from downstairs. A ding. It was the microwave! The twat was actually making some food while he thought that I was tied up on the bed! What a wanker! Talk about being cold and calloused, sheesh!

Plates were clanged and the cutlery draw slammed shut. Emmett cursed; I guessed he must have burnt himself. I chuckled quietly to myself; he always was useless when it came to the domestic side of life. I heard some more slams and then the click of the TV starting up. He was really sure of himself to leave me alone upstairs for that amount of time.

I rose from my hiding place and approached the guest room door with caution. Opening the door slightly, I peered out. I couldn't see him and that worried me. Seeing movement out of my peripheral vision, he walked out of the kitchen with a glass of water. Instead of going to his seat in front of the TV, he was making his way up the stairs. Shit! Now I was fucked.

Emmett walked right past the room and proceeded to the bedroom. As he disappeared inside, I made my bid for freedom and belted down the stairs as fast as my legs could carry me. I made it to the bottom before I heard his bellow of rage from behind me. Sprinting to the door, I tugged. It was locked. Fuck! Swinging around, I made a bid for the kitchen just as Emmett came thundering down the stairs, and fuck me if I never saw a man so red in the face!

Steering round the island I had in the kitchen, I grabbed the back door only to find it was also locked. Turning round, I saw Emmett standing in the kitchen archway huffing away like a damn train.

"You fucking bitch! Think you can pull the wool over my eyes? You think I'm that stupid that I would go and leave both doors unlocked?" he screamed.

"Who fucking knows with you, Emmett? Let's face it, you're not exactly the brightest bulb in the box, are you?" I sneered.

"Look who's talking, cunt? Thinking you can just slip out the back door into the night and I wouldn't even think about it? I mean really. You could have just grabbed your mobile and called for help. I left it in the room with you!" He laughed.

I looked at him dumbstruck. I had never thought to look for my mobile. I only assumed that he had taken it with him! And now here I was, caught in the headlights of the oncoming truck that I knew was about to hit me. Flicking my eyes around the room, I looked for something that I could use to defend myself.

Sensing movement, I saw Emmett stalking towards me. There was a leer on his face that I had never seen before. A look of pure murderous intent, there was no way out of this—I was done for. Using the island as a barrier, I dashed around it, stalling for time for as long as I could. Noticing the knife block on the counter, I dashed for it and grabbed the largest knife I could lay my hands on.

"Stay back, Emmett, I mean it! Do not take one more step towards me!" I screeched.

"Or what? You haven't got the balls to use that knife. You and I both know it, Bella." Emmett laughed.

The knife shook in my hand, but my determination was made of steel. My resolve to survive was strong, and there was nothing that Emmett could say that would make me back down. I had to be a fighter for my babies; I would not let them down.

"I'm not fucking kidding, Emmett. I will use it if I have to. You are not taking my children away from me. You will not take away my choice to keep them, and you will not take my freewill away from me!"

Snarling, Emmett made a lunge for me. Screaming, I dashed under his arm and lurched for the living room. Dancing around the coffee table, I held the knife in front of me, like it was a barrier. Kicking the coffee table away from us, Emmett made another lunge for me. This time he connected and knocked me to the floor.

I waited for him to hit me but nothing came. Looking up at his face, his mouth was popping open and closed, but not sound emerged. He rolled off me and that was when I saw the knife jutting out of his chest. Because I had kept the knife in front on me, he had landed on it, impaling himself to the hilt.

"I'm sorry, Emmett, I am so sorry it came to this!" I sobbed.

Fleeing the house, I ran until I reached Edward's. I stopped for no one—not the beep of car horns, the lights which were red for pedestrians, not even the kind man who shouted after me if I was okay. Reaching the front door of Edward's house, I battered on the door until he answered. Seeing his worried face, I collapsed. The last thing I heard was Edward screaming at me asking if it was my blood I was covered in. Then darkness consumed me, and I welcomed it with open arms.

So… I hope you've all enjoyed reading this, there is an Epi to come, I won't just leave it like this.

There will be some time between posts of my others fics though, I'm working on an OF so I'm putting some more time into that at the moment.