Twilight fanfiction: Not a straight love story

Eight

After my panic, Emmett and dad didn't know what to do with me.

I was scared so I panicked. But I felt that I was pushing the two important guys of my life away from me. I felt so self-centred, the selfish air sucked me in and choked me from the inside out. It arrested my breath as I tried very hard to keep myself under control, but it was no use as I begged them to get out of my sight and I remained under the covers of my bed most of the night and the next day.

Everything became a blur, until one night dad and Emmett brought in a bowl of steaming noodle soup.

"Sorry Bells, we can't exactly cook, but we survived on these beauties the past ten or so years. I promise you won't get food poisoning." Emmett smiled so brightly, it blinded me.

"I'm sorry." I whimpered. There was no explanation for my behaviour. It came to the conclusion that I'm too anxious for any good.

Emmett took that as cue and came in bed with me. Dad passed him the steaming bowl, smiled and exited.

He attempted to feed me, but I couldn't find it to eat so I made him put the bowl on my bedside table and hold me whilst he recalled every aspect of his life that I missed in the years we've been apart.

I knew about everything he told me, but I wanted to feel the connection with him again. And previously, those stories had been told over the phone or the internet, so there was no Emmy bear hugs as I caught up with his happy go lucky life. We did separate from each other early in life, but we know that us twins are unbreakable from each other, and no matter the distance between us.

There was one time when Emmett told me he started dating and when the phone call ended I thought I would soon to be forgotten. But Emmett being the boy sized teddy bear that he was, he offered the unlimited amount of comfort anyone could ever splash out. He never forgot to ring me every sunday morning and if anything, all his jokes and adventures got somehow funnier. The following month he and his ex-girlfriend came to the mutual understanding that they can not do it together, and he called me whilst in raging mood with Ben and Jerry in hand and pepperoni pizza, extra large, in his lap.

I returned to school the next day and found out dad had called and informed the school I was home ill for that week and a half whenI missed school following Emmett's suspension from school.

Some rumour said that I went crazy, and they managed to stuff me into a rehab. Some said that I left the town for good. And some thought I was abused at home. No one knew what actually transpired.

Not me. Not Emmett. And not Charlie.