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Chapter Four

BPOV

I stared at the ceiling, which was somehow currently projecting Edward's beautiful face within the lines of the paint.

I let out a little whimper at the thought of him, and rolled over again. I stopped rolling only when I came into contact with a rock hard, freezing cold surface. Edward's back, I thought as I moved closer, ignoring the shivers that were shooting down my spine from the cold and I finally allowed myself to drift off into sleep.

EmPOV

I watched helplessly as she just stared blankly up at the ceiling. I wanted so badly to just comfort her, but every single time I try, my freezing body reminds her even more of her loss of Edward.

She suddenly let out a small whimper and rolled over, instantly calming down when she made contact with my skin. Despite the newly found shivers, she was happier now than I've seen her all weekend.

Or what's left of the weekend, anyway, I thought as I noticed the time. It was now 3:37 on Monday morning.

Besides that, she's only happy right now because in respect she was able to get comfort from the guy who had hurt her in the first place.

I can't help but hate myself for resembling that, even though it helped calm her down. Edward doesn't even deserve her.

I heard a soft knock. "Come on in, Alice," I said softly. I already knew who it was; she's been back and forth nonstop all weekend to check on our sister.

She didn't need telling twice, "how is she?" She asked the moment she stepped foot into the room.

I didn't respond right away, since I was trying to figure out how to word it without making it sound hopeless. However, she seemed to take whatever answer she was looking for from my expression. "That bad?"

I nodded, this is the same exactly conversation we've been having almost every hour on the hour, all weekend long. I could practically recite it by myself.

"Don't...Edward," Bella mumbled into the mattress during her sleep.

Alice's face fell, and I'm willing to bet that mine looks just as crestfallen as hers does.

"Rosalie wants to speak with you," Alice told me with a certain look on her face, like she ate something sour.

I smiled a little, "what for?" I was unable to keep the surprise from my voice. She seemed to give up trying to get me to leave my sister. Or so I'd thought, anyway.

She shook her head. "I don't know. But then again, Rosalie seems to have only one reason for everything in the world."

I smiled, remembering what that very reason is. Herself.

"I should probably go then," I said out loud, knowing that Rosalie can hear every single word being said. But that didn't stop me from sending one last lingering look at Bella as I carefully got up, taking care to not disturb her.

"Bye," Alice said with a little resentment in her voice, which I can only assume is for Rosalie.

I looked over to see that she had already taken my place beside Bella.

"Take care of her," I requested, still not leaving the room.

"I will," she promised, tearing her gaze from Bella to look up at me. Which seemed to be incredibly hard for her to do. "It helps if you turn the knob," she said in a half hearted attempt to lighten up the mood.

I looked at my hand and saw that surely enough, that I indeed was standing there with my hand on the doorknob. If I was still able to blush, I'd be beat red right now. "Bye," I mumbled before actually turning the knob to leave.

After walking to our room, I was able to somehow manage turning the doorknob even slower to get in the room than I had to get out of the other one.

"Hey, Rose," I said when I came in as an attempt to avoid any arguing or yelling on her part.

It didn't work. "Hi," she snapped, standing up.

I inwardly groaned, she definitely intends on being over dramatic. That's something I can always count on coming from her, it seems. I closed the door behind me to give us a false sense of privacy.

"Where do I start?" She asked furiously, pacing back and forth as if I were a child that refused to do my homework.

I resisted telling her not to start at all, and instead waited for the inevitable argument to occur.

"Why have you been avoiding me all weekend, Emmett Cullen?" She demanded as she stopped her pacing, and instead resorted to glaring into my eyes.

"Avoiding you?" I asked skeptically.

"Yes, ahh-voiidd-ing ma---eee," she said slowly as if I was retarded.

"I'm not avoiding you, Rose," I sighed.

"Do you think I'm dumb?" She demanded.

"What?" I asked, perplexed. "No, of course not!"

"Then don't try to lie to me, Emmett."

"But I'm not," I insisted. "I've been in Alice and Jasper's room all weekend. You could have come in at any time to see me, if you wanted to."

"No, I shouldn't even have to," she argued. "I shouldn't have to go find you-"

I decided against telling her that she knew perfectly well where I was the whole time.

"You should just stop living in that room, and come on out with all the other normal people."

"Was that a slam on Bella?" I growled out.

She seemed taken aback but nodded anyway.

I instantly became furious. Bella is heartbroken and she's still ripping insult after insult at her. "Normal people, Rose?" I demanded. "You mean like on of us?"

"Yes," she snapped. "We're not the ones who are living cooped up in a room because of some stupid little human-"

"Exactly!" I cut her off. "That's just it, Rose! We are not normal- we're not even human, for crying out loud."

"So you have to be even more inhumane by keeping yourself locked up away from all of us?" She demanded, refusing to give up.

"Yes," I confirmed. "Yes, that's exactly what I'm doing-it has absolutely nothing to do with our" I put emphasis on our, "sister. No, I just want to make you look bad to the rest of the family."

"Then congratulations," she spat. "You're doing a very good job at something for once in your life."

"Practice makes perfect," I surprised myself when I realized I had said that out loud. Judging by the look on my wife's face, she was surprised as well.

It didn't last long. "You're not sleeping in here tonight. Not until you're ready to apologize."

"But I...don't sleep, Rose?" I asked, wondering why she said that. Normally she would have spat off some random insult if someone made her mad. She probably just didn't expect me to say anything, though.

"Oh, whatever!" She exclaimed. "Just don't expect to come in here without an acceptable apology first."

I stopped myself from angering her further, and gladly took that excuse to leave.

"That went well," Alice commented when I came back into the room I've been holding up in all weekend.

"Tell me about it," I muttered, sitting on the chair and rubbing my eyes only out of habit from what I used to do. Obviously it's not because I'm tired or sore right now.

"Don't get too comfy," she warned, eying me.

"Why not?" I asked hesitantly, sure that I don't want to know what the answer is.

"Because you're leaving in exactly one minute from now," she said, already moving over to the closet.

"No, I'm not," I argued, despite knowing very well how foolish it is to argue with a psychic. Even though I used to be stubborn about arguing against her, I eventually learned it was useless.

"Yeah, you are," she said as she shuffled through some clothes in her closet. "I'm about to wake up Sleeping Beauty; go ask Esme to make Bella some breakfast."

I left without so much as another word, neglecting to mention that Bella is not going to be in the mood to play Barbie; and anything that comes out of Alice's closet will be Barbie material.

"See?" She called down in a voice not much louder than her normal speaking tone. "That was sixty seconds- one minute exactly!"

I chuckled softly to myself as I found Esme, only to already find her cooking up some eggs.

"I already heard," she said shyly with a small smile on her face.

BPOV

"Bella," Alice's perfect voice cut through my sleep like a knife. "Wake up, it's time to get ready for school!"

A/N: Okay, first off, I'm sorry about the length.

I had originally intended to portray the school day in this chapter, but I don't have the time.

So, on that note I apologize for the length of this chapter.

I'm sorry BPOV was a little boring, but she's still a zombie. So, that's why it was cut short at the beginning.

NEXT CHAPTER: You can expect to see the wake up routine, and how her school day goes.

I promise an extra long chapter to make up for this one!

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