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I would like to take this time to say how sorry I am for this chapter taking for freaking ever to be posted. I had a major case of writers block and when I did finally get it finished my beta went missing. But I found her... Love you NikBear. Go check out I Have Fingers she's fantabulous.

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RPOV

It was too much of a risk. Being close to him would only lead to heartache. I felt dreadful for pushing him away but it was better this way. I could see the rejection in is his eyes which made matters worse so I pulled my usual trick of disappearing.

It's now the eve of Christmas Eve, and I've hardly left my room these past three days. Jasper and Alice are so engrossed in their new love that they don't notice my absence. How can they be so care free about this situation, in a week or so Jasper is going to be leaving? Where does that leave them? I've seen them together, you can tell this is more then a fling, how will they cope, with being apart? Why put yourself through the pain of falling for someone just to watch them walk away?

Over the past three days, I spent my time moping in room, when I wasn't in my room I moped about on the couch. Emmett barely spoke to me. It was heart wrenchingly painful to sit in the same room as him and not tell him how I feel.

I looked over at the clock on my bed side table 6:30 pm stared back at me. My stomach was growling at me, telling me its time to fill it up again. I flung the cover off me and walked down towards the living room, into the kitchen. No one was around, the others must be out. I started rummaging around in the refrigerator for something to eat. I found left over takeout from last night, we had over Bella and Edward, as they wanted to meet Jasper. They warmed to Japer and Emmett quickly; it was like we'd all been friends for years. I placed my Pad Thai in the microwave for three minutes. God I love the smell of Pad Thai.

I settled down on the couch eating my food while I flicked though the TV, at this time of day there is never much on. In the end, I ended up watching, 8 simple rules; I haven't watched it in years. It never fails to make me laugh.

"It's nice to hear you laugh," I jumped out of my skin.

"What the fuck, you scared the crap out of me," my heart was pounding against my ribcage.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you,"

"I thought everyone was out,"

"I was in Bella's old room. I've moved into there, it didn't make sense for me to sleep on the coach when Alice and Jasper can share," made sense. My heart was still pounding, racing like a thousand humming bird.

"Are you done avoiding me yet?" I scowled at him.

"I'm not avoiding you," I stated, which of course it was a big fat lie.

"You can't lie, Rosie," he came can sat next me on the couch. My heart pounded out of sync.

"I'm not avoiding you. I just don't want to sit there and watch Jasper and Alice set themselves up for heartache. You've seem together, they wont cope being apart! Who's going to be the one to pick up the pieces when you guys fuck off back to New York? I am," I was shouting. But we both knew I wasn't really talking about Jasper and Alice. I got off the sofa and headed back to my nest of avoiding. I slammed my door more harshly then necessary. It was only a matter of seconds later, my bed room door flung open.

"Get out," I screamed at Emmett. Not even my tantrums like screams were enough to make him leave.

"No hear me out. You say you can't get close to me because I'm leaving, that's bullshit. You just don't know how to let me in. The thing is I don't know how to let people in either but with you I want let you in so much that it hurts," I'd never thought of it like that but now that he has said it out loud, I know he's right. "Ever since the moment met you, all I've want to do is tell you every detail of my life in the hope you'll share every detail of yours. I want to tell you things that no one else on this earth knows. Actually it's more then I want to tell you. It's as if it's a need, that I'm going to burst if I don't tell you," My head is spinning, what is he actually trying to say?

"Emmett, what are you talking about?"

"A few days ago you asked what had broken me; I wasn't ready to tell you then. But now I am. You know what scares me more then the thought of you leaving me? The thought that I wasn't honest with you," I'm still so confused.

"I spent a year in juvie," Wow, those were not the words I expected to come out of his mouth. It's hard to put into words how stunned I was. I found myself speechless.

"Why?" was all I capable of muttering. The whole room filled with tension, it had been well over a minute since someone had last spoken, in moments like these a minute fells like the life time.

I don't know when, but I found myself now sitting on my bed. Emmett was leaning on the wall.

"I was sixteen when it happened," He finally said, His body slid down the wall so he was not sat on the floor face in my direction, yet not actually looking at me.

"My family was a total wreck; my mom had started drinking again after she found my dad fucking another one of his secretaries. Being around them was nightmarish, the environment was pure poison I don't know how many nights I would just lay in my bed listening to then rip chucks off each other," His face was blank as he spoke.

"Before I tell you the rest just hear me out, okay it's not what you think," He finally looked at me, his face so injured from the ghost of his past. I nodded.

"I was in juvie for vehicle manslaughter," The wind has been taken of me. Emmett had killed someone. I went to speak. "Please, let me explain it to you. This is the part that only one of other person in the world knows. I wasn't the one driving that night, my brother, Alec was," Emmett has a brother? If Emmett wasn't driving how did he end up in juvie?

"It was the weekend after I got my licence and the weekend my mom threw a vase and other household items at my dad. It was about 6:30 when Alec came into my room that Saturday night," Emmett was in full story mode once more. Acting as like no one was home, while the light shined bright. "He declared that we were getting out of this hell hole. Alec always found our parents brutal to be around. He was carrying a bright yellow duffel bag in one hand and a blue one in the other, he threw it at me and said "Its time for a road trip baby brother," He had this wild look in his eyes. I think he had been smoking something; it wouldn't have been the first time. I put my shit in a bag I didn't want to be here anymore then he did," Emmett now had his eye closed, just letting the memories of that night fill his mind. "We hadn't thought it thought at all, neither of us much had cash to hand, for food, gas or a place to stay. More then that, we had no clue where we were heading. You know what he said to me. "It doesn't matter where we go Em or how we get there because once we get out of the city line we are free men, free as a mother fucking bird," He drove faster and fast toward that "Thanks for Visiting Dexter, Georgia" sign it was like a sprit finish. I know we only made it a few miles out of town before it happened. I don't remember much after that; it's all just a blur. One minute we're driving then next Alec is pulling me from his car. I couldn't think straight. All I knew was that the car I was just in is now upside down and that my leg is in agony. I blacked out for a bit. When I came too all I heard was Alec's pleading voice. "Kid you have to tell them it was you. You have to tell them it was you driving," I agreed. He was my big brother; I'd do anything for him. All this part is very hazy. I remember Alec explaining to me that if I said that I was driving I'd get away with a warning, but he'd get a hell of a lot worse. He had a record and didn't want to risk it. He came up with the story he had thought about everything, all I had to do was tell the police what happened. He rode with me in the ambulance, while the I was getting my leg plastered he started looking a bit off colour, I told him to get checked out he didn't listen he stayed with me to make sure I was okay. Then my mom showed up, she started hugging me and kissing, telling me how much she loved me. She yelled at Alec, even though I told her I was driving, just like Alec had asked me too. She drove me to the station; it felt like I had been there hours. While I was giving my statement, female cop came in the room and started whispering while staring at me," His eyes started to fill up. I'd never seen a grown man cry before.

"That's how I found out. That's how I found out that my brother had died. Once she left the room, the male cop that was original with my charged me with vehicle manslaughter," He couldn't even finish getting his words out before he broke down in to a heart wrenching sob. I got up from the bed to comfort him. His head was resting on his knees, his hands clasped around the back of his neck. My fingers reached out and stroked his soft dark curls; letting him know that I was there for him.

"I went into such a daze after that day, I don't remember going to court or my sentencing. I just remember waking up one day looking up at a grey grubby ceiling. You know what the worst thing is?" he broke his silence after a few minutes.

"The worse this is, I never got to go to his funeral. I never got to say goodbye to him," he sobbed again. I felt useless; I didn't know who to comfort him.

"Why didn't you tell them what really happened?" I asked I wanted my voice sound soft and calming, however it came out gravely. He didn't speak for a while; just let a go of a huge sigh.

"I tried, I spoke to my dad first," he paused. "You know what he said. 'Keep to your story son. We can't change what happened. Your mother isn't coping at it is, this will kill her,'" Emmett let out a sharp laugh "How can thinking your son killed his brother be the better," he shook his head and rested back on his knees. We remained in silence for what seemed forever. I sat there with my fingers caressing his hair over and over again, as if to stroke away his pain. He took hold of my right hand and laced my fingers with his, bringing the back of my hand to his mouth. He pressed his warms lips to my hand and looked into my eyes.

"Thank- you" was all he said. It's all he had to say. He was thanking me for listening and for not leaving him. I don't think I could ever leave him. Not by choice anyway.

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