Emmett’s Wrangler rumbles to life when I turn the key but I can’t bring myself to leave. The week has been an emotional one. I’m tired, I’m stressed, and I don’t want to be by myself. Not only that, but I have no clue where to fucking go. My head falls into my hands as I try to imagine Bella beside me, imagine what she would be telling me if she were here right now. I know she wouldn’t approve of me storming off. She would be upset that I let Emmett get the best of me, that I didn’t try harder to get along with him. And what about Carlisle? There’s no way I could bring myself to tell him about what just happened. I would be too ashamed of how I acted and I wouldn’t want him to feel responsible for Emmett’s behavior either.