Emmett's First Time Running Chapter 1: Emmett In Trouble, a twilight fanfic

Emmett in Trouble

Disclaimer: I don't own anything Twilight, I just love to write about Emmett Cullen and his world!

A/N: This is a sequel to 'The First Time I Ran' but this one explains why Emmett was in trouble at the start of the story and what happened. Then Emmett tells of his first run from Pops and why he won't do that again.

"Hmmm, ah, honey, I could stay here and kiss you all day, but I think we can go back to the house. I'm pretty sure Dad is finished with Emmett's 'discussion' by now," Edward suggested.

"Okay, let's get back to the house and check on our big brother," I said.

"Bella, Carlisle is not going to hurt any of us, including you. He rarely spanks the girls at all. You all can get away with bloody murder and all he wants to do is lecture you," Edward retorted snidely.

"What is wrong with you? Jealous much? Wish you were one of the girls?" I teased.

He smiled sheepishly, "Only when my dad is wearing out my backside."

When we arrived at the house, I was surprised to find Emmett outside waiting on us. He looked none the worse for wear, except he seemed to move a little less gracefully as I caught a wince of pain or two. To the human eye it would be missed, but not to ours. Edward realized Emment wanted to talk to me and excused himself and went inside.

"Hey, Em, you okay?" I asked tentatively, not sure what to say.

I was not prepared for my big bear of a brother to lift me up and swing me around.

"Hey, little sis, I heard you were worried about me! That's righteous!"

"Emmett, put me down. What's gotten into you?"

"Alice said you wanted to talk to me about my experiences," he beamed. "Well, here I am. Ask away, sis, I'm an open book."

"Really?" I asked. "You don't mind?"

"Nah, it's no biggie. You wanna go with me for a quick hunt? I sometimes like to feed after Dad has worn my butt out," he explained nonchalantly. "Sometimes I just veg out in my room."

"Okay. Let's start with…what did you do this time?"

He grinned sheepishly. "Ah, Yeah, that. Well…"

"Come on now, Emmett, you said you were an open book," I chided.

"Yeah, but how do you feel about reading comedies? Okay, here goes nothing…"

"You ever make Charlie so mad he changed colors?" he asked me seriously.

"Ah, yeah, let's see; when I ran away from home because of James; went to Italy without permission; got married before college; shall I continue?" I asked making my point.

"Okay, I get it. You're a troublesome child, too," he acquiesced.

"I prefer willful, thank you very much. But you digressed," I pointed out.

"Yeah, right. You remember Rose and I kinda skipped a coupla classes last week and the teacher called Carlisle? He was mad about us being noticed and him getting a call. He let us off with a lecture and a threat that nothing else better happen this semester.

"Well, we got a new idiot boy, Hank Billings, in school, who was obviously too stuck on himself to see the warning signs around us and took it upon himself to approach my wife. Now I know in school she's just supposed to be my girlfriend but everybody knows Rose is mine; and he knows it, too; but he didn't care. He drops her this note saying when she gets tired of dealing with a buffoon and wanted a real man to treat her right, let him know.

"Rose thought it was funny, but I was livid. Honestly, Bells, I would love to 'accidently' give in to bloodlust with me and him in an alley, somewhere Carlisle wouldn't find out about. But you know, Edward would 'hear it' and Alice would 'see it' and Dad would make me 'feel it' for days. But I had to do something to that jerk-off."

"What did you do, Em?" I asked pointedly.

"He starts to leave and goes to sit down in his chair in the next row over, so I shifted around and kicked his chair from under him just as he was sitting down. I was going for public humiliation but instead I got Ms. Evans all up in my face about kicking the chair and causing a possible head injury and that SOB was milking it for all it was worth; whining about his head hurting and so on. And to top it all off, the chair leg broke with the force of my kick; so they got me for destruction of school property, also.

"I got sent to the principal's office where he gave me a week's detention and Carlisle was called for two reasons. He's my father, and due to the possible head injury; he's also a doctor. Man, was I gonna get it good!

"I mean, Dad had to leave the hospital to come to the school because he wanted to make sure the boy was fine. Then his mother comes into the office talking 'bout suing us and I swear Carlisle changed colors he was so mad.

"First, he literally dazzled that idiot, Hank, and convinced him to tell the truth about what he did in front of the principal and his mom. Then Dad dazzled Hank's mom, and I swear the woman swooned but she agreed that suing would not help anyone.

"Esme would have killed her if she could have seen the way that woman was undressing Pop with her eyes. It actually made me kinda sick to see, too, now that I think about it.

"Then on the way out the door, Dad said those famous last words to me: 'I want to have a discussion in my office with you when we get home, young man'!"

"But, Dad, you see it wasn't my fault; you heard what he did; and I was only defending me and Rose from his advances," I argued lamely.

"Emmett, can you explain to me how you were threatened by this human child?" Pops asks me directly. I stood there in the parking lot dumbfounded for an explanation as Pops stared me down.

"Uh oh," he was going for the jugular. "Pop, I … you see, he thought…Pop, please he was gonna…"

Carlisle just raised his eyebrow at me and I slowed my roll. There was nothing I could say to get me out of this trouble. My behind was so his. I just hung my head and dropped my shoulders in defeat.

He told me to go straight home after school and he would see me at home. But after school, I had promised Rose I would take her to this little dress boutique to get an outfit that came in for her and I figured we would be home by the time dad came in. We didn't; and he beat us there. Nuff said.

That's just about the time we came in and you guys saw us. So after you left, Pop came upstairs.

He said to me, "Emmett, I 'm tired of talking and since that isn't doing any good because apparently your head is harder than your behind, obviously I'm going to have to talk to the part of your anatomy that could be made to understand what I mean when I said stay out of trouble."

"Pop, listen, I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't have tried to do anything to that boy, but I was just so mad and he was so smug, I wanted to wipe that look…" I started but he cut me off.

"I know exactly what you were thinking, boy, and as I have said before there is no need to establish a pecking order with human children. But every now and then you forget that it just doesn't matter. Except to me!" he seethed.

"Pop…"

"Get over to my desk right now! Lose the pants and not another word unless you want double!" he forced through his teeth.

I whimpered. He was going for blood this time and I didn't even bleed anymore. Whether it was blood from a stone; blood from a turnip; or blood from a vampire; it was all relative. Carlisle was about to beat my behind and I better shut up unless I wanted to get it worse. Esme and the rest of the girls went to the cottage. You and Eddie had left and Jasper was still in town.

I unfastened my pants and let them fall and leaned over pop's desk. He hooked his fingers into my boxers and took them down, too. Then he lit into me HARD!