Back with more! I hope to update again this weekend, but I'm going out of state for it to visit my Beta whom I haven't seen in 1.5 years! SO EXCITED! Okay, so here you go, the reason why Emmett was attacking Edward. Hope you enjoy!

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Cover Girl Chapter 15

"Emmett! Fuck!" Edward yelled, trying to dodge his brother's massive hands flying at him.

Quite a few made contact before Edward began to defend himself. Given his position mostly underneath his brother, Edward didn't have much room to maneuver, but ended up catching Emmett in the jaw with his elbow. The hit momentarily stunned him and gave Edward enough time to scramble out from underneath the giant form. Edward knew he was agile enough that if he could get away from his brother's reach, he could evade him given that he was faster. But Emmett was stronger, and once he got his hands on someone, they typically didn't get away.

Edward was almost free, was actually back on his feet, when a giant hand closed around his ankle and snatched his leg up, sending Edward sprawling face first toward the ground. He landed with a thud and kicked out, hitting Emmett in the shoulder causing him to lose his grasp once more. But just as Edward tried to get back up, Emmett landed on him, flattening him into the driveway.

One arm locked around Edward's head and Emmett began to slap his head and face repeatedly, calling him all manners of insults.

"You fucking douche, asshat, bastard, fucking prick! Pansy ass motherfucker!" Emmett growled as he hit Edward over and over again.

He tried to protect himself and fight back, but Emmett had the upper hand and wasn't letting go. Edward was nearly ready to just go limp and play dead, hoping that his brother would finish quickly and he could retaliate afterward, but before he could put his plan in action, a cold stream of water sprayed his head and back, making him screech in a high voice.

Emmett let out a slightly deeper screech, but still high enough to show the frigid water affected him as well, and then he released Edward. Finally free of the oaf's clutches, Edward scrambled to his feet to avoid the water, and saw that the enforcer of the spray was none other than their mother.

"Boys! That's enough! What in the hell is going on?!" she yelled as she turned off the water and dropped the hose in the yard.

Edward should have known that the situation was going to be very bad given his mother's use of a curse word. Esme Cullen did not curse at all, not even with words like hell, damn, ass, or shit. However, he was distracted by what had happened and honestly had no idea why Emmett attacked him. He shrugged his shoulders in confusion, but the explanation that came out of Emmett's mouth was enough to make Edward's spine stiffen and his body freeze.

"Edward made Bella cry!" was shouted by his brother as he thrust a finger toward Edward, much like a toddler tattling.

"Bella? Bella? Bella who?" their mother asked and Edward didn't want to answer and tell her what happened.

"Bella Swan!" Emmett told her, still shouting.

"Chief Swan's daughter?" their mom asked and Emmett nodded his head while Edward lowered his, he was so fucked.

"Edward, Emmett, in the house now," she said in a cold tone and turned to walk inside.

Edward swallowed audibly, shot a scowl at his brother, and followed their mom in the house. Inside, she was standing in the kitchen, arms crossed and a scowl on her face. Once both Emmett and Edward were in front of her, she began speaking.

"Now, I have no idea what on earth you're going on about, Emmett, but to cause a scene like that in front of the neighbors is inexcusable! And Edward, what is Emmett talking about? How did you make Isabella cry?" Esme asked him but he didn't speak up.

How could he? What would he have said? Oh yeah, Mom, while we were in Vegas Emmett took me to a porn expo and I ran into this chick I jack off to. Well guess what? That same girl that lets millions of people see her naked in magazines is actually Bella, Chief Swan's only daughter. And so I didn't know it was her when I ran into her on campus and I began to have feelings for her again, more than my crush years ago, and we made out in public where anyone could see. But then she tricked me and came onto me and tried to get me to sleep with her as her alter ego and I refused and told her to leave because I was supposed to meet up with Bella. And so she locked herself in the bathroom and showered in there and then came out as Bella and tried to apologize. But I called her a whore and other things and made her cry and kicked her out. Then I got drunk and passed out. Oh and where was Emmett during all this? Well, he had gotten drunk in the casino and tried to become a polygamist with two women old enough to be Grandma Cullen and I had to drag him back to the room so he could pass out. He was sleeping in the other room while I was having my heart ripped out and making Bella cry. Edward wasn't telling his mom any of that, and so chose to remain silent, not meeting his mother's stare.

"Fine, Emmett, since you seem to have no problem outing your brother, why don't you tell me how he made Isabella cry?" Esme asked, turning to her older son.

Emmett smiled evilly at Edward before he began speaking.

"Edward ran into her in Vegas, she goes to the same college. And they hit it off, but then the night before we left he called her a whore and other things and kicked her out of the room," Emmett squealed and Edward punched him in the arm.

"Fuck, asshole! That hurt!" Emmett exclaimed as he rubbed his arm and Edward glared at him.

"Emmett, language! Edward, don't hit your brother!" Esme shouted at them.

"But he's lying, Mom! He wasn't even present for most of it, and when he was around, he was drunk off his ass!" Edward shouted, pointing the proverbial finger back at Emmett.

"Edward, language! And Emmett, you were drunk?" she asked, her expression showing her shock.

"Oh please, Mom, I'm legal," Emmett retorted with a snort but Esme snapped him back to attention with a smack to the head.

"What happened to 'I got this, trust me, Edward will be in good hands. I'll make sure nothing happens.'? Huh?"

"Well Edward got drunk, too!" Emmett revealed and received another punch in the arm from Edward.

"I only did after you took me to the fucking sex expo, then disappeared and got drunk and proposed to two old women, and then Bella broke my heart to end a banner fucking evening!" Edward screamed at Emmett, and then realized exactly what he had revealed to his mother.

"You…you…took him where? And you…you did what?" Esme screeched as Emmett returned the punches to Edward's arm while shooting daggers at him with his glare. "I can't…I just…" Esme fumbled over her words before taking a deep breath and setting her posture. "We'll deal with this when your father gets home. Emmett, go clean up the trash you spilled all over the yard. Edward, go change your clothes and sit in your room. Emmett, once you're done cleaning up that mess, I expect you in your room as well. I don't want to see or hear a word from either of you until after I speak with your father. Now go!" she yelled and pointed towards the stairs and the front door simultaneously.

Edward didn't speak, just nodded his head and went to do as told. Even though he was eighteen, one single stern look from his mother was enough to reduce him to feeling like he was eight. He trudged up the stairs, changed his clothes, and sat on his bed recounting everything that happened in Vegas and just minutes prior. How in the hell did Emmett know what happened? How did he know what had been said to Bella? And why was he just then doing something about it? They were questions that Edward needed answered, but he knew he wouldn't get them until after his father was brought into the fold.

He heard his brother's heavy footfalls come up the stairs and down the hall, then his bedroom door open and shut. Edward wanted to confront him, to go and demand answers, but he knew his mom would be listening in to see if they disobeyed. Instead, Edward just fell back on his bed, his arm bent and resting on his face, and he thought about everything.

It was about an hour later that he heard the tell tale sound of his father's car door shut, and then the front door followed a minute later. He could hear his father and mother talking downstairs, but couldn't make out what was being said. A little while later he heard his father calling for Emmett. He knew it wasn't good that they were calling them down separately, so Edward just hung his head and waited for his name.

After thirty minutes, and lots of yelling, Edward was finally called down. He passed a sheepish looking Emmett on the way, and then it was his turn in the hot seat. His father, Carlisle Cullen, stood in the dining room while his mother sat in the head seat. There was a single chair pulled out for Edward to take. Slowly he sank down into it and waited for the worst.

"So your brother told quite the story," Carlisle spoke, breaking the silence.

"And some of it not so pleasing," Esme chimed in.

"But he also said that he was the only person behind the expo and that you had no idea that he had gotten tickets. So for that, you're off the hook. However, I would like you to explain what Chief Swan's daughter has to do with everything, and how you upset her as well," Carlisle said and then there was silence as Edward contemplated his words.

"It's…you see…what happened…" Edward tried to start but he didn't know where to begin, how to explain everything, or what exactly Emmett had said to them.

"Your brother said you called her some unsavory names. And also that she lied to you," Esme said softly, always the kind heart with her children.

It wasn't like their father was ruthless or mean, he just wasn't the one Edward or Emmett would run to if they got hurt, or were scared of the dark, or had girl troubles. It was always their mom who soothed the hurt and fears. Edward had wanted to go to her after Vegas, but he was too embarrassed that Bella had gotten one over on him like she had.

"She…she goes to UNLV, and she was my guide and we sort of reconnected, and then she…she deceived me, lied to me, things I won't go into and refuse to say. But know that she deserved everything I said to her after what she did to me," Edward finally said and neither of his parents spoke for a few minutes.

"Esme, dear, I'm going to go get changed. Why don't you and Edward have a little heart to heart?" Carlisle said and then Edward heard his parents kiss briefly before his father exited the room.

The chair his mom had been sitting in was scooted back and then he saw her feet before him as her hands reached for his.

"Edward, dear, please look at me." Edward let out a deep sigh and finally lifted his head. "I'm sure what Bella did or did not do definitely did not warrant the things your brother said you called her. No woman, no matter what she does, deserves to be spoken to like that."

"He doesn't even know what was said, he was too busy being passed out drunk after he tried to marry one of Grandma Cullen's bingo buddies!" Edward seethed.

"Yes, about that, please do explain. Your brother has no recollection of it."

"He got drunk in the casino and the hotel manager came to get me. I found him in between Sue and Emily, two sweet old grandma types, and he was trying to get one or both of them to marry him. He even posed for pictures with them."

"Pictures, you say? I may have to see those for myself."

Edward reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, scrolling until he came across the pictures. He passed the phone to his mom who tried in vain to hold back the snickers escaping through her smirk.

"I believe I need to keep these for myself," Esme said as she pressed her finger against the screen. A moment later her phone buzzed on the table and Edward actually broke a smile. The crafty lady had sent herself the blackmail photos.

"That's so wrong," Edward shook his head, trying to hide his smile as he was supposed to be in trouble.

"Yes, it is, but so is speaking to a lady like you did," Esme said, immediately bringing him back to the horrible side of the trip. "Now, please, tell me what Isabella did to hurt you so badly that you'd speak to her in that manner. I know your father and I raised you better."

Edward knew he shouldn't tell his mother, but she had always been his closest confidant when it came to matters of the heart and how he was feeling. He took a deep breath and just let it go, told her everything except for the fact that Bella was a recently retired erotic model. He did say that he ran into her at the expo and she was in disguise and that she tried to come onto him to, as she put it, 'test him.' And then he told her about the showdown in the hotel room when they were supposed to hang out as Bella and Edward but her alter ego had stalked him up there and propositioned him and then refused to leave, only finally revealing herself as being Bella.

He felt as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders once he confessed what had gone down, but his mother's reaction was not what he expected. He found himself covering his head after she smacked him.

"Edward Anthony Cullen! I don't care what a woman does, how she acts, or even if she lies to you like you are saying Isabella did. None of it warranted your immature and vulgar response! If what she said was true, she really wanted to know if you'd want her or not, though I don't imagine you not after the way you two were inseparable all those years ago. But why would she even think you'd want her disguise over her?" Esme scolded him and Edward was on the defensive. He snatched his phone back from his mother and scrolled to the picture of Bella as Rosalie kissing his cheek. He twisted his hand around so his mom could see the photograph and then her mouth dropped open a little as her eyes widened.

"I see…" she said slowly before handing the phone back to Edward. "So she likes to dress up a little more risqué than I'd prefer, especially given my feelings toward her as a surrogate child, but that still doesn't give you the right or reason to call her those filthy and degrading names. No person on earth, man or woman or child, should ever hear such hateful things. You should really and truly be ashamed of yourself," she said but Edward didn't agree with her and she could tell. "Let me phrase it like this, say you went to visit Emmett at college or once he gets set up with the Seahawks, and you go to one of his parties and meet a female there. You lie and say you're much older than you are, or spin some elaborate back story to fit in better, and then the truth comes out that you're only eighteen and are still in high school. Would you want her to ridicule you like you did Isabella?"

When she put it that way… Fuck! Edward knew his mother was somewhat right, but he refused to verbally acknowledge it. She seemed to sense it as well and just patted him on the shoulder before dismissing him to his room to think it over for a while.

He hadn't been back in for long when there was a knock at his door. He didn't get up to answer it, and when it opened without invitation, Emmett stuck his head in.

"Go away!" Edward snarled at him, still angry at his brother.

"I know I'm probably the last person you want to see right now, and I'm sorry for jumping the gun, but I have a few things you need to see and a few things I need to say," Emmett said as he entered the room with a trash bag and a book in his arm.

Edward rolled away from his brother and faced the wall but that didn't deter Emmett from continuing to speak.

"So I got a letter from the hotel in Vegas. Apparently they sent it to my school address since that is what I registered the room under. I didn't know it was in my mailbox until right before I left to come here. I think you need to read it, it's from Bella. Also, I rescued your collection from the trash. I couldn't believe it when I saw all your magazines in there. I know you would have regretted throwing them away so I brought them back in," Emmett explained and Edward heard the rustle and thump of the magazine filled trash bag hit his bedroom floor, but still he didn't speak or further acknowledge his brother. "Look, I know what Bella did, it's all in the letter, and I can get where you'd be hurt and angry and upset. But you have to see her side of things, and I do. She had to know if you'd want her after she saw your reaction to her other self. And the way I see it, bro, is that Bella is the best of both worlds. I mean, come on! You have the hot and sexy woman you wacked off to in the magazines and then the girl next door that you loved for so long all rolled into one. How is that not the ideal situation? She's a living and breathing ultimate fantasy, a real catch. Look, just read the letter and decide for yourself. And if after you do, you still want to throw all the possibilities out the window and go off to some second best school, then by all means, do it. But if there's even a part of you that can understand and see her side and realize that you way overreacted, then I think you need to give UNLV and Bella a chance. She at least deserves an apology."

Edward heard and felt Emmett set something on his bed, and then his door shut a moment later and Edward was alone. He slowly rolled over and saw an envelope sitting on top of an opened photo album. As he picked up the paper, he saw several pictures of him and Bella from years ago, back when they were best friends and when he had wanted to grow up and kiss her one day.

Rubbing his face with his free hand, Edward let out a sigh, sat up and got comfortable, and then slowly opened the envelope to see what Bella had written.

And yes, the letter Bella wrote will be in the next chapter. See you soon (I hope)!