Chapter 7: Disrespect

Am I dead?

And what is that fucking noise?

My hand that that was underneath the blanket reached around my stomach as it tried to stop the God awful vibrations that I felt against my hip. My pointer finger pushed on the small button on the side of my phone as soon as it reached it, and I grinned in mission accomplished as the — what felt like — pounding stopped. 

ZzZzZzZZ ZzZ ZzZzZzZZ…

Oh fucks sake, man. 

I opened one of my eyes and grimaced as the simple action brought nausea. 

This is why the hell I don't drink.

I grabbed onto my cell phone and flipped it open before I brought it up to my ear with a growl and then a gag. "What the hell do you need with my goddamn hungover as a motherfucker life right now?" I asked whoever.

"Well, good morning to you, too, Princess." 

I narrowed my eyes at Em's laughter, which only caused my whole head to feel as if it was exploding. "What do you want, Emmett?" 

Silence.

I closed my eyes as I shook my brain. "I don't have all fucking day, dude. What's up?"  

"So, I take it that you're still pissed off at m—"

And, I hung up.

Like I told the kid. I didn't have all day.

And, there was a fuck mixed in there somewhere, so you know, shit's serious. 

I sat up and raised my arms to stretch them as I looked over at the alarm clock, the devil. Noticing that it was already one o'clock in the afternoon, I groaned, hating the fact that I wasted half of my day sleeping away all of the liquor that I consumed last night.

After I got off of the couch, I stumbled into the bathroom and took a quick shower before I got ready for the day, deciding that I was going to head over to the Reservation to give my good buddy, J, a visit of some sort. 

I needed answers and the faster that I got them, the fucking better.

As I headed down the stairs, I saw Phil sitting on my Pop's recliner and ignored him as I let my eyes roam the living room, wondering where the hell they were last night and also, why Renee wasn't anywhere to be found. 

"Good morning, Isabella," Phil whispered as he kept his eyes on the TV screen.

Noticing that the kitchen was empty, I raised an eyebrow at him. "Where's Renee?" 

After turning the volume down on the TV, he looked over at me. "Your mother is with her sister. They're both out and about, whoring around. The usual."

"Right," I whispered with an internal eye roll as I started walking over towards the front door. "Well, I'm going to head out. If Renee comes back home from her adventures, let her know that I'll be home some time later." 

"Actually, I wanted to talk to you about something that bothered me today, Isabella," he started. I stopped as he sat up a bit and nodded towards the couch. "It shouldn't take too much time out of your day, so sit down."

I gritted my teeth as I walked over to the couch and sat down, the choice not being mine. He leaned forward and grabbed the beer can that was placed on top of the table before he took a sip and sat back. "You had a visitor today, did you know that?" he started with a raised eyebrow, not meeting my gaze.   

"A visitor?"

Looking at me, he nodded as he lifted his legs to place his feet on top of the table. "Emmett came by earlier." 

"Okay, so what did he want?" I asked, not understanding where he was going with this. 

"You tell me, Isabella."

"I don't know," I said as I shrugged. "Maybe it's because I missed his phone calls this mor—"

"Does Emmet know?" he asked, interrupting me.

"Know what?"

"Does he know how you seduced me into having sex with you or how I discipline you when you do something wrong?" 

Oh, I like this. 

Turn it on me, you motherfucker.

"I seduced you?" I asked incredulously.

His eyebrows scrunched together, like it was obvious. "Of course, Isabella."  

I shook my head as I looked away from me. "No. Emmett doesn't know anything about that."

"He looked very distraught and angry," he continued. "I wonder why?" 

I was quickly getting tired of his shit.

Looking over at him, I narrowed my eyes at the asshole. "Was it towards you, Phil?" 

He raised an eyebrow at my irritation. "No. Emmett didn't direct it towards me." 

"Well then," I started as I stood up. "I guess that you have nothing to worry about." 

Before I even had the chance to think, he quickly pushed himself off of the recliner and threw the table that was standing in between us out of his way before he grabbed a hold of my chin with one hand and slapped my mouth with the other, causing me to fall down from the impact. 

As I immediately started to scoot myself towards the closest wall, away from him, he smirked as he followed. Grabbing a hold of my shoulders, he lifted me up from the floor and slammed me against the hard surface with a growl. "Isabella, I don't like your attitude, one fucking bit."

I smiled at his dislike before I spit the blood that had pooled in my mouth from his hit onto his face. Phil's eyes were livid as he swung his hand back to bitch slap me again, but the sound of the doorbell ringing interrupted his hit. Looking over his shoulder, he pulled me away from the wall before he pushed me towards the kitchen. "Go wash your fucking face," he spat as he walked over to the couch. "Now, Isabella!" he yelled at me as I remained still, watching him use a blanket to wipe away the blood that I gave him a second ago. 

I stepped into the kitchen with a growl before I walked over to the sink to rinse my face off. "This is fucking perfect," I gritted to myself. 

"Hey, dad. Did B come downstairs yet? I need to talk to her." 

As I turned the water off, I looked over my shoulder when I heard Emmett's voice out in the living room. "Hey, dad. Did B come downstairs yet? I need to talk to her." 

"Yes, son. She just woke up, actually. Sit down, I'll go and get her." Stepping into the kitchen, the smile that was across his mouth disappeared and turned into a frown as he saw me. "Emmett is here for you, Isabella. Don't make me regret letting you talk to him."

I nodded with a "Fucking got it," before I followed him out into the living room.

Emmett's eyes immediately zeroed in on my busted lip as he heard our footsteps before he stood up from the couch that he was sitting on. "What the hell happened to you?" he asked as started walking over towards me.  

"Nothing," I whispered, grabbing onto his hand as it went to touch my mouth. "I'm a klutz, you know that." 

As Phil placed his arm over my shoulders, I lowered my head. "Bella was running down the steps and tripped over her own two feet before her face hit the banister," he told his son. "She needs to be a little more careful, knowing how clumsy she is."

"You're right," I whispered, shrugging his arm off of me before gently pushing Emmett out of my way to walk over to the front door. "I'll uh, see you guys later." 

"Kiddo, do you have a second?" 

I lowered my head as I wrapped my fingers around the door knob. "No, Em, I really don't." Looking over my shoulder, I raised an eyebrow at him. "Maybe we could...I don't know...catch up later. I'm going to the Rez." 

"The Rez?" he asked. "Why?"

I opened the door and stepped outside before I turned around. "I need to take to J about something." 

"Wait," he said as I went to close the door. "I was planning on going there, too. Can I just come with you?" 

I shook my head. "I'm going to talk to him, by myself. You can get him some other day."

He lowered his head and placed his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants as he nodded. "Yeah, alright." 

I mumbled my goodbyes before I shut the door in front of me.

---

As I drove to the Rez, I thought about how I was going to bring it up to him. Jake knows Andy and he knows that Em doesn't know about me and the kid. How could Jake not tell me that Em and Andy knew each other? 

Something was fucking going on.

I pulled up into his yard and shook my head at the animated conversation that he was having with someone on his cell while he worked on Sam's car. As I parked my truck, he looked up and grinned before he flipped his phone shut and ran his sleeve down his sweaty face.

I stepped out of my truck with narrowed eyes. "How the fuck does Em and Andy know each other?"

He walked up to me with his own pissed off expression and took a hold of my face. "Fuck that, what the hell happened to your mouth?"    

I smacked his hands off of me. "That's not important right now, Jake. I want you to talk to me."

"Did Andy hit you or something?" he asked in a low growl. 

I ran my hands down my face as I lowered myself down onto the ground. "No, J, he didn't hit me. I tripped down the stairs at my house, earlier. You know how that is."

"Typical," he laughed as he bent his knees to sit down across from me. "You need to be more careful, man."

"Talk, J," I whispered, ignoring his comment. "How the hell do they know each other?" 

He shrugged. "I don't fucking know, Bells. Last night, I was shit shocked seeing that asshole there."    

"You don't know? How can you not know?"

"I haven't been around Em since I came home. Last night was the first time that we actually hung out." 

And, fuck my goddamn mission unaccomplished. 

I knew that the kid was telling me the truth.

Looking around his yard, I groaned. "Christ, J." 

"What?" he asked.

I shook my head as I placed my hoodie over it. "Nothing, I just have to think shit out. Something is missing." 

I didn't want to tell Jake about what happened between Em and I last night, because it wasn't his problem. It was pointless to have him worry, because if he found out about Em using, he would go straight to the kid and tell him some bullshit about 'Yeah, your fucking little friend Andy? He used to sleep with your little sister.' 

Something to make Emmett realize that Andy's no good.

And, it will just turn into some goddamn murder scene after that.

I patted his thighs before I pushed myself off of the ground. "Look, I'm gonna go. I'll see you at Eclipse tomorrow night, yeah?" 

He smiled as he looked up at me. "Sure sure. I'll see you later on, Bells." 

After I got into my truck, I drove off, really upset that I didn't get any answers.

My defeat, though? 

It quickly turned into anger. 

This was all Andy's goddamn fault, that motherfucker.

I made a U turn and headed towards Andy's place.

I don't give a shit about what the kid was doing. 

He was going to talk to me.  

---

When I pulled up to the house, I saw the love of my existence parked out front and scrunched my eyebrows together in confusion, wondering what the hell Edward was doing here. 

Whatever, that's not important, I thought as I parked. I need to kill Andy.

I stomped up to the front door and ghetto knocked that bitch.

Ms. Crazy Red Hair answered after a minute with a glare. "What the fuck do you want?"  

Placing my arms across my chest, I raised an eyebrow at her. "Andy, where's he at?" 

"He's busy right now, come ba—"

"Oh move the fuck over, hooker," I spat as I pushed her out of my way, "Acting like I have time for your shit." 

I looked around the living room, glaring at…nothing.

No one was here.

I was about to go into the kitchen, but then I noticed Jasper walking out of the hallway. "Bella," he whispered, stepping into the room with scrunched together eyebrows. "What are you uh, doing here...at Andy's place?" 

"Speaking of the devil," I started, ignoring his question. "Where is Andy?" 

As he came up to me, Jasper gave the chick — who stupidly thought that she was a tough little shit — a quick nod before she walked through the living room and disappeared into the hallway. After placing his arm around my shoulder, he started leading us towards the front door. "B, why don't we go outside, yeah?"    

Shrugging his arm off of me, I rolled my eyes. "If you aren't not going to tell me where Andy is, Jasper, then move the fuck out of my way so that I can figure it out myself."

He frowned as he nodded towards the kitchen. 

I kissed his cheek before I walked up to the door and kicked it open.

Both Edward and Andy looked over their shoulders at the commotion as they stood in front of the counter, an open notebook of some sort placed on top of the marble. "Bella, what are you doing here?" Edward asked as I stepped into the kitchen with my arms across my chest. 

Ignoring him, I turned my attention to Andy. "Me. You. Your bedroom. Right now." 

Andy grinned at me as Edward looked over at him with narrowed eyes. "Damn, baby. All that you had to do was fucking ask." As he started heading towards the door, I raised an eyebrow at him. "But, I need to go and get some cigarettes from the corner store. Can you just...wait for me here? I'll only take a couple of minutes." 

I gave the idiot a smile. "Bet your fucking ass on it." 

After he gave me a wink and walked out of the kitchen, I went to follow the smug asshole and backhand him, but Edward's fingers wrapped around my arms from behind and prevented me from doing just that. I looked over my shoulder with a raised eyebrow. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he asked, his voice low. 

"What is it with people grabbing me today, shit!" I growled, pushing him away from me.

Saying my name in some slow 'you better listen to me' type of a way, he gently pushed me aside, making my fingers dig into my palms as he blocked my exit with narrowed eyes. "Whatever you're fucking planning in that head of yours, Bella, you need to stop." 

I laughed as I placed my hands over my hips. "Don't tell me what to do, Edward."

"Stop," he growled as he grabbed my hand. "Let's go."

I laughed, once the hell again, as I snatched my hand out of his grip. He lowered his head, pinching the bridge of his nose as he whispered my name. "You need to fucking go home."

I walked over to the table and sat down on one of the chairs. "I'm fucking staying. You are more than free to leave, Edward."  

"I'm not just going to fucking leave you here," he whispered angrily.

I shrugged as I leaned back in my chair. "Then get the fuck comfortable, yeah?"

I patiently sat there as Edward walked over to me, impatiently. He tried to grab onto my arm again, but I punched it away. "I'm going to get you out of here, Bella," the idiot told me as he stood to my side. "Whether you fucking like it or not, I'm going to get you out of here." 

"If you want to be able to reproduce in the future, then I suggest that you don't try shit."

He rolled his eyes at my God honest threat as he placed his arms across his chest. "Bella, we can do this the hard way, where mind you, I will fucking succeed, or we could do this the easy way, where you follow me out of here like a civilized motherfucking person. Either way, you're leaving Andy's place."

I placed my arms across my chest. "What is taking that asshole so long?" 

"The count of three, Bella," he warned.

I raised an eyebrow at him. "Are you sure that you know how to count that high?" 

"One."

Uh, shit. 

Is he motherfucking serious?

He's not going to actually do anything, right? 

Nah. 

This arrogant prick is just trying to get his way.

"Two."

Keeping my eyes on him, I shrugged. 

"Two and a half."

Hah. Told you.

...

And, how the hell am I up in the air all of a goddamn sudden? 

The motherfucker didn't even say three. 

I growled as he lowered me down onto the floor from his shoulder, keeping both of my arms pressed against my sides with his own wrapped around them. "Edward, let me go! I'm fucking warning you, you asshole!"

He ignored me so I went to knee him, but the kid quickly moved his hips to the side with a grin, knowing that I was going to do the shit. "Really, Bella? That's all that you got?"  

I jumped on his foot. He hissed and I smiled as I went to do it again, but he bent down a bit and took a hold of that leg, which only left me in some awkward goddamn position. "Are you going to stop?" he asked me like an idiot who believed that I would.

I pursed my lips together as I jumped and used my other foot to step on him.

Cause you know, I have two of them.  

After quickly lifting me up in the air, he growled a "That's it!" as he threw me over his shoulder. I gritted my teeth as he kicked the kitchen door open and walked out into the living room. Leading us towards the front door, he nodded at Blue Eyes, who quickly stood up from the couch, looking at Edward like he was insane. "Jas, man, let's go. We're fucking leaving."  

Blue Eyes raised a nervous brow at the back of my kidnapper's head as said kidnapper opened the door. "E, what are you doing, dude? I don't really think that the chick wants to be held, judging from the glare that she's giving me." 

Edward ignored him as he started heading towards his car, so I pinched his side, causing him to yelp. "Pussy!" He didn't reply to my name calling, so I pounded on his back as I growled. "You let me go, Edward Cullen!" 

No fucking vice.

I slapped his ass and he froze with a hiss, before, he smacked the shit out of my own ass. "How does that feel, Bae? Motherfucking stings, yeah?"

I yelled for Jasper right near Edward's ear, causing him to groan before he started moving again. "Christ, Blue Eyes! Fucking help me," I spat, glaring at his pursed lips as he continued following behind us. "I don't get why you find this amusing, this isn't fucking funny!" I shouted as I slapped Edward's ass again, only to groan when he returned the gesture. "Owe, you motherfucker! Let go of me!" 

After the three of us reached his car, Edward — in some irritated type of a way —  pulled the passenger side door open before he lowered me down onto the ground. As he nodded for me to get in, I smirked at the kid. "I wouldn't put me in that fucking seat, Cullen. I'm really pissed off right now and by the end of this ride, you might end up needing to get a new piece of machinery."

Edward smirked right back at me, placing his hands on top of the roof as he trapped me in. "Bella, you aren't going to do shit. You love this car too goddamn much to cause it any harm." 

"Try me," I growled, pushing his sweet smelling existence away from me.

He rolled his eyes before he pushed me into the car, bending my legs to get the rest of me inside. My jaw dropped a bit when he slammed the door shut in my face, and he in return smiled through the window as he locked me in. As he turned around and leaned against the car to talk to Blue Eyes, I snapped in a growl. 

I do love this machinery, but I love proving my fucking point even more.

I looked through my bag that was wrapped around my shoulders and grinned when I found a pen. Uncapping it, I whispered my sincere apologies to my beloved. "Sorry, my dear, but I can't have the motherfucker doubt me." 

And, mmhmm. 

I talked to the fucking car. 

Bite me. 

I wrote all over the leather seats, even pressed a little bit harder and ripped some parts.

I have anger issues. 

I warned the kid, did I not? 

As I was dotting the 'i' in bitch, the kidnapper seemed to take notice in the motherfucking masterpiece that I simply referred to as art, seeing as to how said kidnapper tore the door open and choked out my name. As he jumped on top of my back, I groaned. "Let the fuck go, Bella," he growled as he squeezed the joints out of my wrist, causing the pen to fall out of the death grip that I had it in. "Christ!" he yelled into my ear before lifting his body off of mine. "I can't believe that you fucking did that!"

"I warned you!" I spat as I turned around and hit his chest. "I am held unaccountable!" 

"You little—" he paused to get out of the car, "you're going to regret—" he paused to grab a hold of my waist, "I'll show you unaccountability and a shit lo—" he paused once the fuck again to throw me over his shoulder. 

"Oh, finish a goddamn sentence, you idiot!" I laughed as he threw me into the back seat.  

Edward's fists clenched — like, I'm about to murder this bitch — as he looked over at Blue Eyes. "Jas, get in there with her before I get booked for killing a goddamn chick," he told him in some 'I'm about to do just that' type of a way. 

I shrugged and placed my arms across my chest as he stomped towards the other side of the car when Jasper stepped inside. Taking a seat next to me, I shook my head at the slight terror that was written across his face. "I'm done, Blue Eyes. I'll just go another day," I told him before I glared at Edward as he opened up the door to the driver's seat. "Seeing as to how the bitch with a God complex who's about to sit down won't allow it, I'll go over Andy's when I know that said bitch with the God complex won't be there." 

"You're the bitch," Edward growled, slamming the door shut after he sat down. Looking at the leather that my pen enjoyed, he groaned. "My motherfucking seats, man! I can't believe that you actually did that shit to me." 

I lifted my leg to my chest and kicked the back of his seat with the bottom of my chuck and he cursed, trying to act all tough as he looked over his shoulder with a glare. So I kicked it again and Blue Eyes laughed as he pulled me back, tucking me underneath his arm as Edward slammed his palms against the steering wheel.  

Seconds later, Edward started the car with an angry wrist twitch and I yawned. 

It takes a lot of energy fighting with that kid.

"Bella, what kind of music do you like?" Edward asked as I placed my head against Jasper's shoulder. 

"Why do you care?" I whispered as I kicked his seat. 

He shoulders tensed a bit before they relaxed. "Just answer the question, Bae."

I grinned as I kicked his seat again and then laughed when I noticed that his fingers that were wrapped around the steering wheel, tightened. I shrugged and closed my eyes after the kid who was sitting next to me grabbed a hold of my leg with pursed lips to keep it from irritating his boy. "I don't have a favorite type, Edward." 

"So you like every type, yeah?"

Tired, I nodded. "Yeah, I'm good with anything...except motherfucking country music. Now, that shit annoys me to the extreme. It's like, you either become too depressed, or you become too depressed. Seriously, I—"

My words died and were replaced by music blaring out of nowhere. 

'Well I ain't never.

Been the Barbie doll type.

No I can't swing that sweet champagne,

I'd rather drink beer all night'

This goddamn song.

Edward smiled at my glare as he looked over his shoulder. "I absolutely love this fucking song." My eyes turned lethal as he started bopping his head to the beat, singing along in some feminine God forsaken country accent. "I'm a red neck woman, I ain't no high class broad, I'm just a product of my raisin' and I say hey ya'll and Yee haw."

And then, Blue Eyes joined the moron. "And I keep my Christmas li—"

My hand over his mouth cut him off. "Don't...encourage him."

After he nodded, I let my hand drop only to groan when he yelled a "Yes, Ma'am!" 

In an accent, of course. 

Not cool, Blue Eyes. Not cool.

Turning my attention to the front seat, I growled at Edward, whose shoulders were shaking pretty hard from laughing too much. Looking at me as we stopped at a red light, he winked with pursed lips before he made a motion of swinging a rope and catching me with it. "YEEEEEEEEEEEE HA—"

I sat up and slapped the back of his head, interrupting his bullshit. 

Edward's top lip twitched in anger as he rubbed the hit that he deserved to receive and I in response, gave him the middle finger as I leaned back and placed my head against Jasper's shoulder. "God, my chucks are fucking filthy, and I think that I stepped on dog shit earlier," I stated with a smile before I placed said filthy chucks against the head rest of the passenger seat. Hearing the kidnapper's growl, I closed my eyes in pure contentment, letting sleep overtake me.  

---

I smiled in my sleep, snuggling deeper into the pillow that my cheek was laying on as the smell of clean laundry seeped through me. Bright lights were shining through my eyelids and I groaned as I closed them tighter, not at all wanting to get up yet because I was too goddamn comfortable. 

But…I felt like someone was staring at me and I hated that shit.

I opened my eyes and saw my two favorite broads, both of them looking at me in some type of way as they sat next to each other. "Hey, sweetheart of mine," Rose sweetly said before a Pixie sang a "Wakey Wakey, Eggs and Bac-eeeee!" 

I quickly sat up and looked around, noticing that I was at Em and Rose's apartment. "What am I doing here?"

Rose remained silent, handling me one of the coffee mugs that were placed on top of the table that they were both sitting on. "So, what was it like, Bella Boo?" Pixie asked as I mumbled my thanks. "Tell us, already."  

I looked over at the chick with a raised eyebrow. "What was what like?"

Rose gave me a smile.

Pixie gave me a glare. 

"You guys are retarded," I said after a minute. "I have no idea what the fuck you guys are talking about."

While taking a sip of my delicious coffee, Rose broke the silence. "Cut the shit, how was it when he got it in?"

I choked, causing the coffee that was in my mouth to spray them. "What the fuck are you talking about?" 

"So?" Rose and Alice both asked, wiping down there shirts as I ran my sleeve across my mouth. 

I shook my head as I reached over them to place my mug on the table. "So nothing," I replied as I threw my blankets at them. "Edward and I are just friends, hardly even that," I told them as I stood up. 

"Right," they both said in unison.

I rolled my eyes. "The kid irks the shit out of me ninety nine percent of the time."

"Yeah, yeah," Pixie whispered as she stood up to leave. After walking over to the front door, she looked over her shoulder as she pulled it open. "I'll see you hookahs at work," she said nicely, giving us the middle finger.  

I looked over at Rose, who was still motherfucking staring at me as Alice shut the door behind her. "Christ, man. Why the hell are you eye fucking me once again? You're really starting to make me second guess your ass with the whole 'strictly dickly' concept that you claim to have."

Standing up, she smirked as she followed me down the hallway. "I don't need to prove shit to you, Honey B. And plus, all that you have to do is ask your brother. He won't have a problem in telling you how dickly I am." 

I rolled my eyes as I walked into the bathroom with her behind me.

Emmett.

What am I going to do about him?

As she closed the door behind her, I lowered my jeans and panties before I sat down on the toilet to pee. At the expression of disbelief that was written across her face, I raised an eyebrow. "Yes?" I asked. 

"You do realize that I'm in here, right?"

I reached over and got a magazine that was placed on top of the counter before I set it down on my lap. As I opened it up to a random page, I shrugged, keeping my eyes on her. "Well you followed me in here. What in the hell did you think that I was coming into the motherfucking bathroom for? To talk about the weather?"

She remained silent, so I started tinkling while she stared at me.

After I finished, I smiled at the evident disgust that was radiating off of her as I leaned over to wipe my cooter. "Speaking of weather, I need to warn you, man. I had Wendy's last night, real late, so whatever comes next might blow you awa—"

"Motherfucking sick," she hissed, interrupting me as she turned around and pulled the door open to leave.

Standing, I pulled my jeans up with a snort. After finding an extra toothbrush to use, I raised an eyebrow as I heard the front door slam open before I heard Emmett's voice echo throughout the apartment. "Rose! Where the fuck are you?"

I threw the toothbrush into the sink before I opened the door, only to find Rose right there, pushing me back in. "What the hell is Emmett yelling about?" I asked angrily, pissed off at the tone that he was using with her.  

Grabbing a hold of my arms, she closed the door with her back. "Honey B, can you do me a huge favor?" 

"Why is he yelling for you like th—" I paused with narrowed eyes as she shook me. "What the fuck, Rose?" 

"Can you go to the store and get me tampons?" she asked quickly. "I'm ragging and I forgot to pick some up." 

"Tampons?" As her body started shaking, I grabbed a hold of her hands. "Rose, what is going on? You're scaring me." 

"Where the fuck did you hide it, Rose?" Emmett shouted.

"Hide it?" I asked. "Hide what?"

"Just...stay here," she whispered as she shook her hands out of my hold. I stared at her as she pulled the door open just enough to squeeze her ass through. "I'll be right back, don't leave this room."   

As I was standing there, waiting for whatever, I heard a loud crash that came from out in the living room and pushed myself away from the counter, forgetting about her telling me to stay put as I ran out into the hallway. I reached my destination with wide eyes, taking into account everything that I saw as I froze.  

The TV screen was completely shattered.

The tables were turned over.

The couch and its cushions were thrown on the floor, along with picture frames.

My brother was standing in front of the bookshelf, tossing things over his shoulders as he frantically looked for whatever it was that he was looking for. "Emmett," I shouted. "What the hell are you doing, dude?"

He looked over his shoulder and glared at me. "Mind your fucking business, Bella."

I narrowed my eyes at him, noticing that his own were bloodshot.

And then he fucking sniffed before he ran his knuckles under his nose.

"You're high on coke!" I yelled. "Christ! Are you fucking retarded right now?" 

He shrugged as he continued his search. "And what if I am, kiddo? What do you plan on doing about it?"

Looking around the room, I gritted my teeth. "Where's Rosalie?" 

"Who the fuck cares?" he answered in a growl, his back to me.

I started walking towards him to show him how much I cared, but stopped as I heard a noise coming from the kitchen. I turned around and ran up to the door before I pushed it open, only to find Rose on her knees as she picked broken glass off of the floor. I slid down next to her and pushed her hands away from it as I narrowed my eyes at her. 

"I droppe—"

Taking a hold of her arms, I pulled her up with me, interrupting her excuse. "Are you serious with this shit?" 

She shook her head as she lowered it. "Bella, I..." 

"Rose?" I asked, not understanding her pause as my fingers tightened around her. 

She pushed me away and I kept my eyes on her as she walked over to the door and held it open. "Leave."   

"Are you serious right now?" I yelled as I walked up to her. "What the hell is going on in this apartment?" 

"Leave!" she shouted, her eyes burning with anger. "I need for you to leave!" 

I walked out of the kitchen in a daze and when I turned around, she slammed the door in my face. More than fucking livid, I ran up to Emmett and pushed him away from the bookshelf before I started punching his chest. As he took a hold of my arms and tackled me down onto the floor, I growled, continuing my weak assault as he tried to hold me down by straddling me. "What did you do, Emmett? What the hell did you do to Rose?"

"Nothing," he answered me in a whisper. "Stop trying to fight me, Bella."  

I spit in his face, giving him the exact disrespect that he was giving me. "Get off of me, right the fuck now."

His fingers around my wrists left and I pushed him off of me as I avoided his gaze, my brother's eyes not at all holding the same familiarity that I was used to. As I was heading towards the front door to leave, I heard him whisper my name and stopped. After turning around, I walked up to him again and slapped his cheek. "Em, I just want you to know that the amount of fucking disgust that I have for you right now, is beyond everything." 

He lowered his head before he nodded. "I know...I mean, I understand." 

"You don't know," I whispered as I walked away from him. "And you don't understand." 

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