My Brother's Keeper// Twilight [ON HOLD]

8. Pain

ELENA

I stand and walk to the living room.

"Are you feeling better?" Esme asks with a motherly smile before Rosalie flies down the stairs.

"Elena! I thought you went after them!" She booms. I hold my hands up in surrender.

"Chill Blondie, I was just sick of being in that room." I state calmly. "And yes, I am feeling much better Esme. Thanks for asking." I let my hands go back to my sides.

"That's good." Esme smiles. My throat aches and my head spins. My eyes change color and I stare at the window.

"Elena? Are you feeling okay?" Rosalie asks. My legs are heavy but I still manage to step toward the window. "El?" A low growl slips my lips as I take another step forward. My head snaps to the stairs. "Elena don't!" I go to run but my head spins and my body gives from beneath me.

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EMMETT

I rush up the stairs and Rosalie stands in front of the door.

"What the hell happened!?!" I growl. She places her hands on my shoulders.

"Calm down, take a deep breath." She says calmly. "She's still unconscious but she's starting to come to."

"I knew something like this would happen." I clench my jaw.

"She's awake." Esme states opening the door. I push past them and sit by Elena's side.

"Emmett?" She furrows her eyebrows.

"I'm here." I say grabbing her hand and gently squeezing it.

"Is that son of a bitch dead?" She asks closing her eyes.

"Yeah, he's gone." I reply.

"I love you little brother." She whispers.

"I love you too El." I force a smile.

"Always and forever?" She squeezes my hand.

"Always and forever." I tuck hair behind her ear with my free hand.

ELENA

I force a smile and lean my head against his arm. It hurts. It hurts so fucking much, but I can't let that show. I have to be strong for him. He squeezes my hand gently.

"How bad does it hurt?" He asks.

"Can't feel a thing." I reply shaking my head.

"Elena, I know you don't want me to worry but it's way too late for that. I've always worried about you, and I will continue to always and forever." He states.

"It doesn't hurt Emmett, I'm more lightheaded than anything." I retort.

"I knew this would happen." He whispers shaking his head.

"Emmett, don't blame yourself." I say.

"I'm the reason we got into this mess in the first place." He mutters.

"That was almost seventy years ago, let it go." I state. He clenches his jaw. "Emmett please. For me?" He lays his head against my shoulder and cries.

"I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry." He sobs. "I'm so fucking sorry."