A/N: Not a lot of love for Alice, huh? idk, siblings don't always get along, especially when they cheat on the other's best friend. Try not to judge her too harshly.

Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight

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I spent the first few hours after Alice left hiding in my room with my phone switched off. Everything was blowing up in my face and there wasn't anything I could do to stop it. And frankly, I was a little terrified because Emmett was going to destroy me.

Every loud noise in the house made me jump as though it was him about to come barging into my room, ready to tear me limb from limb. I wasn't used to this level of anxiety and it was driving me crazy. I had to get out of the house.

But where the hell could I go?

I knew where I wanted to go. Rosalie's. It was like some sick, masochistic, moth-to-the-flame urge that was constantly humming away in my chest. It wasn't like I expected her to want to see me. In fact, I had a pretty clear idea of what my reception would be like—icy, cold. But maybe that was a good thing. Maybe giving her the chance to scream at me now would make Monday at school less awful, and maybe leave me free to concentrate on avoiding Emmett.

I grabbed my keys and said goodbye to Mom and Dad, pretending I didn't notice the looks on their faces. They knew something was wrong. Alice hadn't exactly been subtle this morning.

Within minutes, I was sitting in my car outside Rose's house trying to work up the guts to go in and face her. No, not work up the guts. I was trying to figure out how I could explain it to her. How I could let her know that I'd managed to ruin everything. Because that's what better people did, right? Faced their problems and the consequences? Didn't put things off?

I dragged my feet to the door, rang the doorbell and waited for someone to answer. Rose's mom opened the door a moment later, a look of concern on her face.

"Oh, Edward. Rosie's upstairs," she said, urging me inside with a hand to my back. "She's a little . . . upset."

"I was afraid of that," I muttered, looking toward the stairs.

"I think her and Emmett finally broke up," she added, and I could have sworn she looked pleased by her announcement. Then I remembered what Rose said and I felt sick. Her mom never did like Emmett that much. She was probably fucking delighted by this.

"Emmett's a great guy. He really looked after Rose," I said, wanting, no, needing to defend him. I was the one Mrs. Hale should dislike. Not Emmett.

"I'm sure she'll find someone better," she answered, her eyes looking at me expectantly, like she thought I agreed.

Turning away, I headed up the stairs before I said something nasty.

Rose didn't answer her door, but when I turned the handle it was unlocked. She was sitting on her bed, cross-legged and glaring at the phone she had in her hands.

"You shouldn't be here," she said, calmly, not glancing up from the screen.

"You've talked to him?"

"Yes." She pressed something and set the phone down on her bedside table before turning the full force of her glare on me. "I can't believe you."

"I didn't mean for this to happen."

She scoffed. "You know the worst part?" She swiped at her nose and I finally noticed how her eyes were tinged pink, the pile of Kleenex next to the bed. "He doesn't even hate me."

"So you two are okay? You're still together?"

"He's not an idiot, Edward." At my confused look, she added. "He broke up with me." She huffed out a loud breath.

As awful as it was, I felt better after hearing that. Slowly, I approached the bed and sat on the end, not too close. This was my chance. Rosalie was single; if I could just get her to understand how I felt, let her know how everything had happened, maybe this could work. Then maybe this entire disaster hadn't been for nothing.

"Have you talked to Alice?" I asked.


"What did Emmett tell you? About what happened?"

She straightened slightly. "That you and Bella broke up last night, and it was because you had a thing for me. He said he didn't think anything of it at first, but then Jasper told him what he knew." She shook her head. "How could you tell her?"

"I didn't. She . . . she'd figured it out on her own." Rosalie's eyes were wide with disbelief but I didn't elaborate. The truth was that I'd admitted my feelings to Bella, and if I hadn't, none of this would be happening.

"Maybe this is all for the best?" I ventured. "I mean, I didn't belong with Bella—even she could see that—and you and Emmett were going to split up soon anyway. Graduation isn't that far off . . . " I trailed off under Rosalie's scorching look.

"I'm a lot of things, Edward, but I'm not that cold-hearted. If you think for a second that I would hook up with you straight after hurting Emmett, you're the biggest fool."

Quickly, I tried to recover. "Okay, I get that you don't want to hurt him anymore. But . . . we could still see each other—like before. No one has to know. And . . . I didn't sleep with Bella, Rose. I couldn't."

Her mouth was pulled tight. "No, you didn't, did you. You what? Tried to be a better man? Finally decided to keep your dick in your pants? That doesn't make you a good person, Edward."

She was infuriating. "I didn't sleep with her because I don't feel that way about her. How does that make me the bad guy?" How was it she could always find fault with what I did. Sometimes it felt like I could never live up to Rosalie's standards.

She glared at me. "I think you should never have started seeing her in the first place, if you didn't feel that way about her," she replied, her tone mocking.

My blood began to boil as I remembered that this was why Rose and I would never work. How could I have forgotten how nasty she could be, how unforgiving? Why did I think we could be anything more?

"Fine. Whatever. We'll just pretend you haven't been doing that all along—stringing me along when you only had feelings for Emmett. I'm the only Bad Guy in this. You've been a fucking angel!"

I stood up and walked, out of her room, out of her house, letting the front door slam behind me and not caring what Mrs. Hale thought. Anger was still pulsing through my body, making me want to lash out. How could she be so one-sided? How dare she judge me for what I did with Bella?

Blinded by rage, I hadn't noticed there was another car parked behind mine. I didn't see a huge, menacing, angry Emmett get out of it and start approaching me. By the time I looked up, he already had his fist cocked.

"You lying little piece of shit!" echoed through my mind as the blow connected, snapping my head back, the crack sounding in my whole head well before the sensation registered.

My last thought before I passed out was that being king hit by Emmett McCarty was the single most painful experience in my life.

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"The cold will slow the swelling."

"We don't have to torture him. Really, Carlisle, you'll freeze his face."

Only one of my eyes would open. The other was sealed shut with something really fucking cold.


"Oh good, you're conscious."

Dad moved away from me and Mom came into my small field of vision. I was lying down, but not in my room. It was the couch.

I heard Dad's voice from the direction of the kitchen. "He's okay, Rose. I'll give you a lift home if you want."


I tried to sit up Mom's hands held me in place.

"Rose?" I yelled.

The look on Mom's face was painful, like she was biting back words.

Rose's voice was hesitant, broken. "Bye, Edward."

"Back soon," Dad added, his tone unfittingly bright.

After the door closed, I looked at Mom and waited for the lecture.

"Rose brought you home in your car. She said Emmett helped to load you up even though he was still mad. Apparently he felt bad for acting so impulsively."

I winced. "Did she tell you why he was so mad?"

"Yes." Mom looked down at my shirt and straightened it unnecessarily. "And I'm . . . disappointed. We didn't raise you to treat your friends that way. Or the girls you like."

I closed my eyes, hoping to block out how sad my mom looked.

"I always knew you cared for Rosalie, but I also thought you cared about Emmett."

"Here we go again," I muttered. Mom raised her eyebrows and waited for me to explain.

"What's pissing me off—"

She cleared her throat.

"What's . . . getting to me the most," I amended, "is that everyone is on my back about how I've done the wrong thing. Why isn't anyone mad at Rose?"

Mom pulled the ice pack off my face to check the damage. "What makes you think they aren't?"

Mostly, it was the way people kept telling me off, or hitting me: Jasper, Alice, Rose, Emmett, and now Mom.

"I bet you didn't lecture Rose about how she wasn't raised to treat people like that."

"Well, that's not my place. What I do know is that there was a very upset girl here who wasn't the same strong, independent woman she normally is. She's lost her boyfriend and her best friend today, not to mention witnessing what happened to you. I think it's safe to say that Rose is getting her fair share of grief over what happened."

I frowned, wishing Mom would just side with me to make me feel better. But then . . . she wouldn't be Mom if she did that.

"Do you think Rose hates me?" I asked.

Mom leaned back further into the lounge, her eyes cast to the ceiling. "No. I don't think she hates you. But Edward?" Her eyes came back to stare at me, appealing.


"You need to give her some space. And you need to do the right thing by everyone from now on. That includes Bella and Emmett."

I squirmed under her gaze, feeling a lot more guilt than necessary.


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A/N: So . . . I have my own little newborn at home which is why the writing is slowwwww. I will finish the story, it might just take a while.

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