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I dreamed that we were back in the elevator. His cock was in my mouth as his fingers raked their way through my hair, showing me just how good I was making him feel. He groaned and grunted as I teased and tormented him. Suddenly, there was a loud noise as the elevator reached its destination and the doors slid open. There were loud gasps and I heard Carlisle chuckle. I turned, releasing him from my mouth, horrified to see that people were watching us. The look of shock and horror was on their faces at the sight of me on my knees in front of Carlisle as I sucked him off in the elevator. I could hear their murmuring as they realized what they had seen. This only increased my embarrassment and shame at being caught in such an act.

My eyes sought him out, to my surprise, he had a smile on his face. Turning around, I reached out for the button to close the door. My cheeks were flaming with embarrassment. Slowly and deliberately, Carlisle zipped his pants up before he stepped over to me, putting his hands between the doors as they were about to close. He joined the assembled crowd, his eyes showing nothing, no glimmer of emotion or concern.

Confusion crossed my face as he reached into his pocket and threw a some bills towards me before he spoke. "Going rate for a second rate blowjob I believe? Actually there is probably a healthy tip in there too." I took in the crumpled notes on the floor in front of me before I looked at him, again. I felt like I had been punched. There was a menacing sneer on his face. Why had he done this to me? I needed to know. Tears stung my eyes as I choked out. "Why are you doing this to me? I thought…I…" My words caught in my throat.

His response shocked me. "It was you doing it to me, from what I remember and not that well either. Sloppy and second rate, definite room for improvement." There was stifled laughter coming from the people standing behind him. Just as the doors started to close, I saw them. The two people I hated more than anything in the world and now they were standing on either side of him. My aunt and uncle.

I gasped for air as I woke up from the nightmare. My brow was covered in sweat, my chest heaving. Rubbing my hand over my face, I tried to bring myself some form of comfort. It had been a while since I had dreamed of them. They were nothing to me, yet, I knew talking about my past with Carlisle tonight, had obviously set my mind to thinking about them.

Glancing over at the display on my alarm clock, the hideous red numbers mocked me, 01:45. Great!

I laid back down and stared at the ceiling. My mind and heart was racing. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw that look of disgust on Carlisle's face as he threw the money at me. Deep down, I knew that this was a nightmare and not real, but it felt real to me at least.

Glancing back at the clock, I was surprised to see that it only read 01:59. There was no way I could go back to sleep I threw the sheets back, grabbing a pair of sweat pants and t-shirt before making my way into the kitchen where I made myself a strong coffee. Then I sank onto the couch and staring at the TV. Bright images and mindless music assaulted my eyes as I flicked through the music channels. I didn't want to watch anything; I just needed the background distraction.

I thought back to our evening together. I had the beaming feeling of happiness and I felt wanted. Carlisle made me feel special. I couldn't interpret why he wanted to be with me. He was smart and so very handsome. He could have anyone he wanted. If he knew what I was really like, deep down, would he really stick around?

Thinking of Carlisle made me remember that I had switched my phone off. Had he left me a message? Could I bear to hear his voice now?

Without thinking, I went to my discarded jeans and retrieved the phone from the pocket. My hands shook as I powered it back up and waited. The screen lit up and I waited for what felt like an eternity, to see if any message alerts did, and in a fit of rage, I threw the phone across the room before I slumped back on the couch, once again. Then I heard a sound that made my heart skip a beat...my message alert tone.

Leaping to my feet, I searched for where I had thrown it. Once it was back in my hand, it didn't stop alerting me to the fact that I had messages.

My eyes focused on the screen as I read:

7 new voicemails

15 new messages

My hands trembled as I opened the SMS messages first. Every one of them from was from Carlisle. They were all begging me to reply, to answer him. I called my voicemail and listened to the messages that he had left me there.

"Emmett, please talk to me. Don't leave it like this."

"Where did you go? Please call me."

"Hey, I'm worried now. You obviously turned your phone off. I don't know what I did or said to upset you, talk to me, please?"

"Okay, I don't know what's going on inside your head right now, but I can't help you if you don't talk to me. You know where I am."

"Call me, let me now that you're safe, please."

"Emmett, don't block me out. I can't bear it."

The next voicemail made my heart sink, he sounded so angry.

"I'm done playing games. You want to run away, be my guest. I wanted to talk to you like an adult. Obviously, I was wrong in thinking that was possible. Don't worry about work on Monday. I'll remain professional with you. Nothing will be said by me about our encounter."

The phone fell from my hand, bouncing across the floor. I wanted to hear his voice again, but I didn't want to hear him reject me. The whole room suddenly closed in on me and I felt my head start to spin. I made it to the bathroom where I vomited, retching until there was nothing left. Closing the lid on the toilet, I rested my aching head on it until I felt able to move.

I went back into the lounge where I retrieved my phone from the floor, staring at it for some time. A couple of times I pulled up Carlisle's number and my finger hovered over the call option, but I couldn't muster the courage to do it. The TV distracted me; the overly bright colors and flashing images assaulted my overly tired, retina's. I needed to talk to someone about this, someone who knew me. Scrolling through my contacts there was only one person that would understand and not judge me. Was it too late to call them? I debated about it for a second before I pressed the button and brought the phone to my ear.

"Hello?" The sleepy voice told me that I had woken them up and I felt bad. "Emmett is that you? Fuck man, it's the middle of the night. Are you okay?"

All I could manage was a sob through which I managed to utter a"No."

"I'm coming over." With the call ended, all I had to do now was wait for them to arrive.

Sitting back on the couch, I waited for what felt like an eternity until there was a gentle knock on my apartment door. I dragged myself to my feet and opened it to see my best friend standing there with a less than impressed look on their face, and a bag in the other.

"I hope you have a good reason for getting me out of bed and over here at this ungodly hour when I have a hot man in my bed Emmett." Then I was pulled into a hug that made me feel safe.

"B, I am so sorry. I wouldn't have called if I'd known. Who's the lucky fella?" I asked feeling slightly guilty.

Grinning at me she said. "Riley and Jasper." She brushed past me into the apartment dumping the bag on the coffee table before she sat on the couch crossing her legs under her.

I stared at her. "What! Your telling me that you had two men in your bed and you left them to come over here?"

She stared back at me. "You're my best friend, Emmett, I'll always be here for you when you need me; you know that, dumbass."

I smiled at her before nodding to the mystery bag. "What's in there?"

Bella just rolled her eyes at me. "Seriously, you need to ask that?" She leaned forward and produced a tub of Ben & Jerry's Cherry Garcia. "You sounded upset, so I brought you comfort food. Now go get some spoons and tell me what happened."

After what felt like an age, I told her everything. From the moves in the elevator, to me running out on him as we had coffee. Bella just frowned at me. "So let me get this right, you finally got it on with the man that you've been lusting over for ages now, and you run out on him? Are you fucking crazy, Em?"

"I guess I must be, although, judging from his last voicemail, he doesn't want anything to do with me, anymore; I've blown it." Tears started to fall, once again.

She motioned with her hand. "Let me listen." I opened my mouth to protest and she quirked brow at me. It was pointless to argue with her, so I handed over the phone. At least she spared me having to listen to it again. I could see the anger as it lit up her face as she heard the words he left for me.

"Fucker. Let's hope I never meet him, that's all I can say. No one, and I mean no one, hurts my best friend and gets away with it." Then she pulled me into a tight hug.

I felt safe with Bella. She was truly my best friend, my confidante and go to girl. The way she looked out for me was amazing, and I returned the feeling. I would kill anyone who hurt her. I stayed in her embrace as she rubbed her hands up and down my back, in a comforting motion, and I felt my eyes begin close.

The next thing that I knew, I was brought out of a dreamless sleep by the sound of a cellphone ringing...it wasn't mine.

My eyes struggled to focus on my surroundings, but I was aware that there was someone in my arms. My body was also very aware of a warm body next to it and reacted to the proximity of the warmth of the person.

"Knock it off, Em. I know I'm irresistible, but I am not fucking you." Laughed Bella.

"Sorry, I couldn't..." I started.

"I know, you're a man you can't control it, blah, blah, blah. Been there, done that and really don't think we need a repeat performance." She grumbled as she grabbed her cell phone answering the call that woke us.

I got out of bed but I wasn't gonna let her get away with that "You wish you could have me." With that I went and made us some coffee, returning I handed her a cup, drinking mine trying not to listen to her conversation.

"Hello?... Not that its any your business but I'm at Emmett's… I dunno, when I feel like it… Well, I'm sorry to hear that… Look Jasper, just let yourselves out, I'll call you."

With that, she ended the call and turned back to me. "Fucking needy men . A couple of quick fucks, last nights threesome and they think they own me."

I choked on my coffee. "Bella! Seriously, you did what? I thought that you were joking when you said that earlier."

She looked at me with a perfectly serious look on her face as she spoke in a slow voice. "I had a lot of fun last night with Riley and Jasper. I've been fucking them both, separately and wanted to see if they were game for something more." She shrugged before grinning. "They weren't complaining."

Then a serious look took over. "So, what are you going to do about Carlisle?"

I sighed deeply. "I have no idea, B. No idea, at all."

Just then, my phone rang and we both stared as the display lit up with Carlisle's face and name. Bella reached down and grabbed it. "I'll deal with this." I couldn't stop her and nor did I want to.

Authors Note.

Thanks to Dreamofrob 10 for beta'ing this for me. I did bombard her with three chapters at once.

This is dedicated to a fantastic friend, DelphiusFanfic. Hope you continue to enjoy your birthday present.

Well, well, well. Turns out that Emmett has a woman to turn to when he needs someone. I know that people are wondering what it is in his past that caused him to run, all will be revealed. Next up, Carlisle will get to tell his side of things – is he mad or just plain confused? We shall see.

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