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Last time:

"Emmett, shut up and stop showing off in front of your friends." She rolls her eyes and I hide a smile in my shoulder.

"Fuck off, Isabella. You don't even have friends!" His voice is raised and I flinch at the loud noise.

"Emmett, dude, don't be such a cock," Edward mutters. I just look down at the floor, trying not to take his words to heart.

"Who are you? You are not my son anymore. When you are yourself again, you can leave your room. For the time being, you're grounded!" Renee yells, standing up and towering over him.

"Don't be so dramatic, Mom," Emmett chuckles and Rosalie joins in.

"I am not, Emmett. Get to your room, you're grounded!" He huffs and stands up. Rosalie just sits there, not knowing what to do.

"Wait." Emmett stops and turns to glare at me. "It's okay, Mom. He's right. Please don't punish him. I'll go up to my room." I stand and leave the room before they can reply. I can hear Renee telling Emmett that he is still grounded.

I go up to my room and fall onto my bed. My ear buds go in and I close my eyes, listening to the music.

Chapter ten.

Now:

After the Christmas holidays, going back to school was the last thing I wanted to do. I hadn't really spoken to or even seen Emmett since the day he was grounded last week. Renee won't let him leave his room, but I know he sneaks out and lets Rosalie in when Renee and Charlie have gone to bed.

Charlie has been working over-time, meaning we see him less than normal. Some big crime happened in Port Angeles and every member of the police force has been there to try and deal with it. I don't know much about it, but teenagers have been going missing or something. Like I said, I don't know.

I haven't used Emmett's treadmill since that day and I don't plan to use it again, either. The one thing Renee does let Emmett do is work out, and he is always in there, meaning I don't get a chance. Also, I don't like the way I felt afterwards. Knowing that I needed to work out and flashing back on everything I have ever heard said to me or of had done to me, I pushed it too hard and my whole body hurt.

Getting up the next day, my legs were like jelly and I wanted to cry because they hurt so badly. When I did get up, I went straight to the shower and used all the hot water to try and relax my muscles. I weighed myself, too, and I hadn't lost any weight. I did cry at that. After the hour plus work out, I didn't lose anything!

I know that today is going to suck; going back to school after any amount of time off does. Everyone will be excited to see their friends again and I will be sitting by myself, watching everyone else talk about their Christmas holidays. Sure, Alice will share her stories with me, but that's about it.

I get ready for school and start the long walk, listening to the music I put on my ipod. People look and beep their horns at me, but I ignore it. Today will be bad enough as it is, without others making me feel like crap. When I arrive at the school, I head straight to my first class, wanting to get the day over with.

Before I know it, it's lunch time and I am walking through the halls towards the library. People look over and stare at me, whispering to all their friends - the usual. I keep my head down and take long strides, trying to get there quicker.

I finally make it to the library and sit down in one of the uncomfortable seats. Taking out my book and pens, I start doing my English homework while eating an apple slowly. The whole place is quiet, no-one else but the librarian, Mrs Moore, is in here.

Mrs Moore is a nice lady. When I first got here and I wasn't coping well with everything, she let me know that I could talk to her if I needed to. I never took her up on the offer, too shy to even talk to anyone, but it still comforted me that the offer was there.

Just then, my phone vibrates in my pocket, making my leg shake with the force. Mrs Moore looks up when I get my phone out and I apologize with my eyes. She waves me off with a smile and I click the accept button after seeing 'Mom' flash on my screen.

"Hi, Mom," I sigh into the phone.

"Hey, Isabella. I'm not going to be home tonight. I just thought I should tell you." I groan into the phone and she chuckles slightly. "It's not that bad, honey." Yes, it really is, Mom.

"Okay."

"I need you to tell Emmett to call me; he isn't answering his phone." I drop my head back and stare at the ceiling, burning holes into it.

"Do I have to? Why can't you just text him?"

"Oh, Isabella. You know I can't do that texting thing yet, and you will be seeing Emmett soon anyway. Please, just tell him to call me as soon as you can. I have to go now, bye." Before I can reply, she hangs up.

"I love you, Mom." I whisper into the empty room. With another sigh, I get up and put everything back into my bag. What a waste of time coming here was!

I wander the halls until I get to the cafeteria. Emmett and his friends don't go in there; they just stand outside. Why, I don't know, but it's what they do and everyone knows it. Tanya sees me approach and hits Edward's arm, making him look over. Soon, all of them are staring at me as I get closer and closer to them.

I finally stop just in front of Emmett and I can see all of his friends glaring at me, trying to scare me away. I fight the urges to roll my eyes and run away all at the same time.

"Emmett, Mom said that she won't be home tonight and she needs you to call her." I look up to see him and all of his friends staring at me. "She told me to tell you," I get out feebly, wanting to just go home and fall onto my bed. So far, today has been horrible and I want to disappear, if only for a little while.

"And you chose now to do it? Why are you so fucking stupid, Isabella? Did the fat finally take over your stupid brain? Can't you see I'm with my friends? Friends are something you will never have." He asks each question while poking the side of my head with his finger and walking towards me. I back away, trying to keep the tears at bay.

"Did you finally eat yourself stupid like I knew you would? I don't know how the fuck we are related." All of his friends burst out laughing and I stare Emmett right in the eye, anger building up inside of me. "I don't know why the fuck you are even still in Forks. No-one wants you here; even Mom and Dad are getting annoyed with you. Go and curl up in a ball somewhere, Isabella. Lose weight while you're at it." He snickers.

My heart clenches and I look at him, unable to believe he actually said that. All of his friends are in hysterics now, almost sounding like wild animals. I look at the floor to try and stem my tears. It works somewhat, but the burning behind my eyes is still there.

"I'm sorry you hate me so much, Emmett. I'll try and stay out of your way."." I turn around and run down the halls towards the parking lot.

I don't stop until I get to the parking lot and I turn my running into sprinting. I can see and feel eyes on me, but I don't care. I want to go home. I keep running, remembering what it was like on the treadmill the other week and I keep going, knowing I can run faster than this.

"Hey! Isabella, wait up." I stop running and slow to a walk, waiting for him to catch up. "God you run fast fo…" He cuts off and I whirl around, glaring at him.

"What? For a fat girl?" I choke out, tears burning in the back of my eyes again. I don't need this right now. He had his chance moments ago to insult me; he should have done it then.

"No, I was just going to say you run fast for just a girl, in general. You should join the track team; they could use someone like you." Bitter laughter leaves my lips as my tears finally spill over. I don't care if everyone can see that I am crying right now. I just want a hug. I want someone to tell me that my parents do love me and that everything Emmett said was a lie.

But it wasn't. I know that everything he just said was true. I will never have friends; I never have had any. When we were little, Emmett didn't have many friends, but he was the kindest, sweetest person ever. If friends turn people nasty like they have Emmett, then I don't want friends. I want to be lonely for the rest of my life. I will be lonely for the rest of my life.

"What do you want Edward? Hmm? You got your show. The fat girl finally flipped." I sigh, wiping under my nose with the back of my hand. Attractive. "I just want to go home," I whisper, feeling like a little girl.

I see him nod and get his keys out of his pocket.

"Come on, I'll give you a ride home." I just nod, not having it in me to argue. He leads me over to his stupid, silver Volvo and climbs into the front seat. I follow and get in the passenger side.

He doesn't talk and I don't make conversation, either. Tears roll down my cheeks in steady rivers and I wipe under my nose, sniffing every now and then. Rain begins to hit the windows and I almost smile at the irony. Of course it would rain on a day like this.

We soon pull up at my house and I open the door and unbuckle the seat belt.

"Thanks for the ride." I mutter, my voice sounding strangled through my tears. After I'm out the car, I shut the door quietly behind me and make my way slowly to the door. The rain hitting me from all angles feels nice and I stop on the porch steps. I look up at the sky, sobs making my body shake.

Sitting on the top step, I put my head in my hands and sob. My own brother said that to me. Sure, he has never been that nice to me, but that was just plain nasty. He knows I struggle with losing weight. He knows it! What happened to the Emmett that would hold my hand and tell me everything was going to be okay when I fell down? I want my big brother back.

My sobs get louder and louder, and I put my face into my hands. I never asked for this. I never asked to be the size of a small house. I never asked for the hand I was dealt, but I have to see how the game plays out.

I feel an arm on my shoulder, but I don't flinch away; I know who it is. Why is he always around to see me break down like this? Why do I have to be so weak and pathetic? Why do I have to be me? I hate feeling this pain and I want to be healthy and happy. I want to smile because I'm happy, not because I'm covering up my pain.

"Please don't hurt me," I whimper, looking up at him. He frowns, but shakes his head. His arm stays over my shoulders and I want to lean into him, to feel his warmth and his comfort. I want him to make me feel better about myself. I know he can't, no-one can.

"Of course I wouldn't." He sighs and I look down at the floor in front of me. "You should get inside, you're soaked." He stands and offers me his hand. I decline, but stand anyway and turn to the door.

Once it's unlocked and we are both inside, I shut the door and go into the living room.

"I should take off soon," Edward mutters, standing awkwardly in the doorway.

"Okay."

I wipe at my eyes, fed up already with showing my weakness in front of Edward, yet again. Why do I always cry in front of him? And I'm not even crying because of him.

"I could stay," he starts, and I look up to see him rubbing the back of his neck. "If you want," he finishes and I shrug.

"What I want is something you couldn't give me," I mutter darkly, but he hears me and comes over, sitting next to me on the love seat.

"And that is?"

"I want a hug," I admit, looking down at my lap and crying again. God! Why am I so pathetic?

Before I can refuse, his arms are around me and my head goes onto his shoulder. He strokes my hair with one hand and holds me to him with the other. I let him. I don't struggle; I just stay frozen, letting myself feel the comfort of a hug. It has been so long since I have felt a guy's arms around me; but this time, it feels better.

"Isabella?" I look at myself in the mirror one more time and smooth my hair down quickly. He likes when I wear my hair down. I put the mirror back in my bag and a smile races across my face.

"I'm in here," I call out. I can see his shadow round the corner and my heart begins to race. He comes into view and my smile gets bigger. "Where have you been? You're an hour late,." I accuse, but I try to sound okay about it. I don't want to upset him.

"Well, I'm here now, aren't I?" He huffs and walks over to me. I sit on the couch and he sits next to me. My hand joins his and he rubs his thumb over my wrist. I can feel my face heat up and I smile shyly at him. He gives me back a tight lipped smile, but I brush it off. He's probably had a hard day at school.

He lets go of my hand and pulls me into his body. My arms go around his waist and his around my shoulders. He holds me like that for a while, his grip tight and his hands clutching at my top. My green top that I wore just because I know it's his favorite color and he said it looks good on me. Sure, it's a little big on me, but he likes it. I love it when he holds me like this. I love it because I know he feels the same way about me.

"Isabella?" I pull back and look up at him. His eyes are hard and I swallow nervously. "Kiss me." I shake my head and pull back. He knows I'm not ready for that yet. I do really like him, but I don't want to have my first kiss yet. I want to have all my firsts with the person I am going to spend the rest of my life with.

"No, Richard. You know I'm not ready yet," I whimper. He growls and I flinch away from him.

"Why, Isabella? Is it because you're so fat you can't kiss anyone? God, I don't know why I put up with you anymore." I let out a yelp when he pushes me onto the floor. "You sure you don't want to kiss me?" He hisses, his voice hard and snakelike. I don't say anything. Tears begin to build in my eyes.

He growls again and pulls his foot back…..

I frown, but I don't pull away from Edward's hug. I know he isn't like Richard. Richard was something else completely. He was cruel and harsh and downright nasty. He was nasty because he pretended to like me then turned it all around; he took it all away again. Edward has never showed me any kindness anyway, so I don't have anything to lose when he goes back to being his normal self.

I sit and let Edward hold me for a long while because I don't know when I will be comforted like this again. I let him hold me because, for some sick reason, I want him to pull away and hurt me. I want him to hurt me because right now, pain is everything I know.

Not a great chapter, I am sorry. Can we get to 100 reviews?

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