Every inch of me hurts, the world spins and not just in one direction. The only thing stopping me from feeling like complete death is the cool fan blowing against my bare skin. I'm afraid to open my eyes, fearful of where I might find myself, what crazy shit did I get myself into. I don't remember anything after walking away from Bella's ugly beat up, rust bucket.

I reach my arm out. Thinking I'll find a warm body since there's not one sprawled across me. The spot next to me is cold and empty. Like it's been that way for a while. I peek out through one eye, and the world spins just a bit more, but the room is empty and unfamiliar. This isn't Jaspers place. I diffidently spent the night with someone. I inwardly groan. I hate when I do this to myself.

I close my eyes tight again, willing the memories from last night to resurface, any memory from last night. Only to be met with the memory of Bella slamming that truck door in my face repeatedly, then it rewinds to Folks, my past, my mom's dead body cold on the floor, the gunshot, the lies, and me finally leaving it all behind. It's like I'm living my nightmares all over again.

Something nudges the bed, hard. "Hey…..Neanderthal," and like that, I know where I'm at, and I'm terrified to open my eyes. I'd know that voice anywhere, and there's only one person who calls me a Neanderthal. "I know you're awake or dead. You stopped snoring like ten minutes ago." She says, and I feel the bed nudge again. I know she's not lying about the snoring. Jasper has told me many times that when I drink Jack, I snore like a bear.

I open my eyes and Roz handing me a glass of orange juice and what looks like a small pharmacy of pills. Doing my best to sit up without sending my stomach on a roller-coaster ride, I quickly pull the sheet over my very naked lower half.

"Now you're going to be modest and cover yourself?" Roz says and drops the pills and orange juice on the side table, before turning to walk away.

I'm embarrassed, and I don't do embarrassed. I can't believe I crossed the line with Roz. I can't believe she crossed that line with me. I quickly reach for her hand and yank her on top of me, everything spins, but I'm not that kind of guy. I might not be a repeat hitter, and I can honestly say I've never had a girlfriend. Nevertheless, I'm not a dick to the girls after. I don't dash and act like it was a mistake.

Especially, Roz, I'd never want her to think, I think any less of her. She did what most women do. She fell into bed with me, even though she knows there's no future there. I tug her hands behind her back, press my pelvis into hers and bury my face in her hair. She smells fantastic, she's already showered this morning, and surprisingly, I'm still pretty frustrated with the whole Bell thing and could go another few rounds.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Roz yells and tries to squirm away from me. "What is wrong with you? Let me go." Her knee is in my nuts, and now the world is spinning for a whole different reason. She's off me, my hands are cupping my balls as if they're made of glass, and they're about to fall off the empire state building.

"What the fuck, Roz?" I'm groaning and can hardly catch my breath. I'm beyond confused, my head is spinning, my stomach is upside down, and my balls are diffidently broken.

"I don't know what you thought was going to happen right now, but you can kiss that dream goodbye," Roz screams at me. "Drink your orange juice and go take a shower, you stink worse than a dirty bar floor. I'll be in the kitchen when your ball finally drop, feel free to come out and I'll drive you to Jasper's." She slams the door so hard I can't remember what hurts more, my head or my balls.

I can't figure out what happened. I look around the room, and I'm fore sure in Roz's room. I'm fore sure naked in her bed. Was I that bad last night? Did I call her someone else's name? Does she regret it? I've never had a girl make me feel so shitty after sleeping with them.

The orange juice is sitting on the end table. Drink the orange juice; Roz had told me before she stormed out. So, I picked it up along with what now looks like aspirin and vitamins of some kind and downed them. The orange juice burned my super dry throat and reminded me how badly I needed to brush last night's taste out of my mouth.

Shower, she said to shower. She's not kicking me out. Whatever happened between last night and this morning it's not that bad. If so, she would have told me to get dressed and get out, right?

Everything in Roz's house is female. There's no sign that she has male company. I've never been with a female who has nothing masculine in her bathroom. They always have that leftover shampoo or something from their ex, hiding under their bathroom cabinet. Not Roz, no male body wash or shampoo, no extra toothbrushes in the draws. Nothing that is going to be of any help to me.

I open the body wash and take a whiff, lavender or some flowery shit. Don't get me wrong this stuff smells excellent on women but I can only imagine what people will think when I walk into the room and the get a big whiff of lavender. Great, I'll need to hit the shower at Jasper's before heading out, I can't go around smelling like flowers all day, no one will take me seriously.

I don't know if it's the shower or magic pills that Roz gave me, but I am feeling a little better. My nuts are still in my stomach, but everything else hurts a lot less. I wrap the fluffy pink towel around my waist and go on the hunt for last night's clothes. Only to find them, folded neatly on the end of the now stripped bed.

I pull the white cotton tee over my still wet hair and body and stop mid-pull. It smells clean and fresh. She fucken washed my clothes. I pull my t-shirt the rest of the way down and drop the towel on the floor to pull on my jeans. I sit on the bed to pull on my socks and continue to look around the room. It's spotless, the orange juice glass already picked up, none of her clothes on the floor from last night and it hits me. Roz is, and I'm just hoping I didn't fuck up our friendship too much.

Roz is in the kitchen, sitting on the counter a cup of coffee in one hand and another sitting between her legs. Her gaze on the floor, her mind entirely somewhere else. "One of those for me or are you double fisting this early in the morning?" I tell her and do my best to squeeze in between her legs.

The coffee in her hand spills as she jerks away, throwing her free hand and a foot against me to push me away. "Seriously, Emmet. What the fuck?" She yells, slamming the coffee mug down and shaking the hot coffee off her hand. She's off the counter and cleaning up the mess before I can even ask where the paper towels are.

"Damn Roz… What the fuck did I do to you last night, that you won't even let me touch you today?" I've been known to get rough but usually only with girls that ask me to. I can't imagine me taking things in that direction with Roz.

She leans back against the counter and hands me the coffee that is now half-empty. I take a sip and its black as night. I don't want to ask her for another else. I feel like she's done enough already. Therefore, I sip it again, but I can't stand the taste of black coffee, and this is strong as fuck, too.

She turns her back to me and washes her cup out in the sink. "There's cream or milk in the in the fridge and sugar is on the counter," she says. I open the fridge to find what she calls milk and decide to pass and go for the cream instead.

"What do you think happened last night, Emmett?" Her voice clearer now, so I know she's turned around and is facing me again. My head is in the fridge, and I'd like to shut the door on my head.

"Fuck," and I know I say it out loud and too loud. My head drops below my shoulders, and I want to die where I stand. I don't want to tell this girl, who I have nothing but respect for that I don't remember sleeping with her. "I remember going to the club.."

"I'm not asking you to replay the night for me. I'm asking what you think happened between us?" She's standing over the fridge door, with her chin resting on her arms, staring at me.

"I don't know, Roz," I say, slamming the door a lot harder than I needed to. "I don't remember anything past Bella telling me I fucked up her whole life." I know I look ashamed because I feel ashamed. Not just because I don't remember sleeping with her but because of the whole Bella scene last night.

"Let's go." She says grabbing my undrunk coffee from the counter and dropping it down the drain. She laughs, as she grabs her keys and bag.

"No, fuck that. I wake up naked in your bed. With you nowhere to be found, you won't let me touch you. You have to tell me what the fuck happen?" I can't leave without knowing what happened. "Come on Roz, if you woke up drunk in my bed, I'd fill you in on all the details." I flash the biggest smile I can muster at her.

"I'd never wake up drunk in your bed." She says opening the front door and I'm chasing behind her. What is that supposed to mean, she'd never wake up drunk in my bed? I just woke up in her bed, is one different than the other? How would that be different, unless?

"So we didn't?" I like Roz, I do. But she's not the type of girl I sleep with. I don't even think she's the type of girl that belongs in a strip club. For the first time in my life, I'm excited at the thought that I didn't get laid.

"No," she says closing the door behind us. We walk to her car and get in. "You grabbed a bottle from Jessie and went to the VIP room, but then you kick out every girl that went in there." I do my best to flash back to it, but I get nothing.

"Jasper tried to get you to go home with him, but you just threatened to kill him in his sleep over and over." I diffidently don't remember that, but after everything that happened yesterday. I could see me doing that, not saying but doing it.

"So, I told Jasper I'd take you home with me. My intent was for you to sleep on the coach but you walked in the front door stripped your clothes and wandered through my house till you found my bedroom." She gives me the sideways eye that reminds me of my mom, and it breaks my heart.

"I'm sorry," I tell her. "I just…"

"It's fine. It was a rough for you last night, I understand. I learned a lot about you, Emmett." I don't want to know what she learned. I don't want to know what secrets I spilled last night after coming face to face with my biggest demon. So, I'm silent the rest of the car ride to Jasper's.

"Thank you for the ride," I pause "and everything else," I tell her before getting out of the car. But she's out of the vehicrle and following right behind me as I enter the house.

"Emmett…." She says my name as a warning, but it's too late. When I round the front door, I see Bell sitting in the kitchen drinking coffee with Jasper just like Roz and me this morning. What the fuck? I didn't see her truck outside. Was I even looking for it? No, why would I be?

"Hey Rose," Bella says and jumps down off the counter. "Emmett." She says dipping her head before turning and walking out of the room.

"Thanks for the ride…" I tell her again, " and for taking care of me this morning... and last night." She nods and looks over at Jasper. "We're good, don't worry," I tell her, looking towards Jasper, even though I know we're not, but I have bigger fish to fry, and I go hunting for Bella.

I head to Jasper's room, thinking that's the most likely place for her to be and the bathroom but she's not. She's not in the kitchen because I was just there and I placed the living room to get to Jasper's room. I pause at the bathroom. It's open and empty. I backtrack three steps and open the door to what is my room when I'm in the city, but it's just the spare room. There she is throwing her hair into a ponytail like she's getting ready to go to war.

"I was starting to get the wrong idea about you two," I tell her and she turns. "I thought maybe you had been sleeping with Jasper all along or maybe you slept with Jasper last night to get back at me."

"How do you know I'm not sleeping with Jasper?" Bella says, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Because you're sleeping in my room." I take two big steps closer to her. "Bell, why are you sleeping in my room?" I don't know what it is, something about her sleeping in the bed that I sleep in.

"I liv.." But before she could answer, I was kissing her. Full on hands in her hair, head tilted back, molding her mouth to mine. I couldn't stop myself. However, she could, and she did. She smacked me so hard the headache I had from my hangover, returned in an instant.

"What the fuck?" She screams.

Now, I'm angry with her for being her. I'm mad at myself for not being able to control how I feel around her. I'm mad with my brother for bringing her into my life. But the only person I can take it out on right now is her.

"What's the matter Bell? Is it because I'm older or is because I'm your uncle? It all creepy right?" I yell at her.

"Yes... I mean no… I mean yes!" I didn't give her a chance to decide. I'm running away, yet again.