Funny, we'd never discussed exactly how we would tell Emmett that we were together. Should Edward tell him brother to brother? Should I tell him? Should we tell him together in a neutral place? Suddenly, I was wishing that we had planned. In specific detail.

"Put some clothes on, Izzy. I'm going to talk to him." Edward said as he tugged his discarded pajama pants and t-shirt on.

"Wait. Should I come out there with you? We can tell him together." I suggested as I carefully pulled my tank top over my head. I stood up and grabbed my shorts. I could still hear Emmett in the hallway, banging on the door.

"I'll talk to him first." He kissed me and walked out of the bedroom, leaving the door open.

I heard Edward unlock the door. "Ed, what took you so long to answer the door?" Emmett boomed.

"What are you doing here on a Saturday morning?" Edward demanded.

"I need some legal advice."

"Unless it has something to do with your taxes or your estate, I probably can't help much."

"But you know people, man."

"Sit down, Emmett. Your pacing is making me dizzy."

"All this week, people have been looking at me and whispering and I didn't know why. I assumed that they heard about me possibly getting the vice president position."

"Okay…"

"So Caius, my boss, pulls me aside last night and tells me that Aro Miklos, an executive from my job, is being investigated for attempted rape and assault. Hell, he hadn't been to work all week- I just assumed he was on a business trip. So I asked Caius what that had to do with me and he said that the victim was an Isabella Swan."

"Okay…" Edward was keeping his voice neutral.

"Izzy had come to me and told me that Aro was blackmailing her and wanted to sleep with her, but I didn't believe her. I mean- come on. She's cute but she's not fucking Giselle. So I started thinking- since she did tell me, am I culpable in any way? Legally? I mean I didn't…"

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Edward interrupted him. "You came over to here to ask me about your legal standing? Do you care at all about how Izzy is doing? You know, the girl who you were with for almost a year?" Edward exploded.

"We're not together anymore, Ed."

"So? That means you don't give a fuck? Even though when she told you what was going on, you were together and you still didn't give a fuck!"

"I just thought she was just being dramatic…"

"Well she wasn't! And this stupid motherfucker that you work with stalked her and waited outside of her apartment until she was alone and tried to rape her. The only reason he wasn't able to was because a neighbor stopped him! And all you care about is yourself!"

"Ed, stop trying to make me feel guilty. That shit is not my fault!" He paused. "Wait, how do you know exactly how it happened? You talked to her?"

"She's here."

"She's here? Are you serious right now? You're fucking her?" Emmett's voice went up an octave.

"No, I'm not fucking her. I'm with her. We're together."

There was a long pause and then Emmett chuckled. "You just want to be me so badly."

"What?" Edward cried incredulously.

"You want to be me so badly that you're willing to take my sloppy seconds…" I heard a loud crash then. I ran into the living room and saw Edward on top of Emmett, throwing punches, landing one right on Emmett's nose and another on his left eye. The beautiful crystal lamp that had been on the table next to the sofa was shattered in pieces on the floor. Emmett had Edward by about forty pounds though and he was able to throw Edward off and land a couple punches right to Edward's gut. Edward recoiled but recovered quickly, tackling Emmett and knocking him back. They both fell on top of the coffee table, which broke under their combined weight.

"Stop! Stop!" I cried.

Edward looked at me and yelled, "Stay over there, Izzy!" Emmett never even glanced my way and used Edward's distraction to his advantage, hitting Edward in the mouth with a jab. Edward wrapped his hands around Emmett's neck and squeezed.

"Edward! No! He's not worth it!" I screamed.

Edward released Emmett's neck and pushed him off of him. Emmett was gasping for breath and his nose was clearly broken. Edward was bleeding from his lip. They both struggled to stand.

"Get the fuck out of my house." Edward's voice was deadly calm.

"Whatever, dude. You'll see. She's not worth all this…"

"Get out!" Edward bellowed.

Emmett finally looked at me. "Fucking slut."

Edward punched him in the mouth so hard that I heard the crunch of bone on bone. He gripped Emmett by the shirt and literally threw him out of the door before slamming it shut.

"Fuck." Edward muttered.