It seems like I just wrote a chapter in this...but I guess it was a couple of days ago. Here we go, enjoy!

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Remember:
"I remember walking out of the woods, I tried to put him down but he was so scared still. I walked as far as I could before I collapsed to the ground." I shook my head, ashamed that we defied an order and that Aaron could be killed because of my decision.

It was quiet for a few minuti before anyone spoke again. I knew that all of them were processing what I just told them.

It was quiet for a few mintes before we all heard Carol yelling for us to come down and help. There was a loud crash, followed da Aaron screaming in pain. All I could understand was him yelling that he had to get home before the orso came back for him.

My father stood up, looking me in the eye before leaving the room.

"We are not finished discussing this, your mother needs all of our help right now." He detto as he walked out the door.
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I sat alone on the letto as I watched my brothers file out of the room. Benjamin and John stayed behind, Ben coming to sit successivo to me on the bed. I kept my head down, slowly rolling it back and forth trying to ignor the screams and hollars that were coming from downstairs.

"Alright, spill it. It's killing te to keep it in like this, now talk Emmett." John said.

"I think maybe I should wait for dad, I don't think he'll be happy knowing that I told te guys before he was around." I said. I didn't think it was possible to be in any più trouble, but I didn't think I really wanted to find out.

"Now Emmett, te know te need to get some of it out. We will act suprised and angry when te tell dad if te want." Benjamin detto as he patted me on the back.

I half smiled as I realized that they might be right. I mean they already knew most of the story, what più could I tell them. I sat there thinking for a minuto when Aaron's scream interupted my thoughts.

"STOP!! I don't want to die!!" He screamed, his voice becoming horse from all the yelling. The screaming stopped after a minuto and was replaced da my family trying to calm him and comfort him.

I didn't realize that I was holding my breath until John snaped his fingers da my head. and the sound scared me so bad that I jumped about a foot off the bed.

Benjamin quickly cleared his throat attempting to hide a snicker. I wasn't mad at him, I knew that if the rolls were reversed I probably would have done the same thing.

"I can't, I can't talk about this. I can't be up here, I can't be in the house." I detto as I got to my feet grabbing a warmer camicia as I rushed out the door.

I made it to the bottom of the stairs before my mother stood in my way. She was a small woman, but all of us knew that size meant nothing when it came to her. She was a force to be reckoned with, and we all knew the looks that meant we were in trouble o that we worried her. I came down the stairs to the secondo of those faces.

"Emmett, te worried me to death!" She sighed as she came closer to put a hand on my head.

"I'm fine mom, nothing wrong. I just need to get out and get some fresh air for a while." I detto as I slid into my warmer shirt.

"No, te are staying in this house tonight. I can't handle te being out after what happened tonight." She detto in the tone that we all knew mean that we weren't going to change her mind.

I sighed in submission and began to turn for the stairs again when Ben and John walked down behind me.

"Mom, we will keep him on the property. He can't handle hearing Aaron suffer. He feels bad enough, let us get him out and get away for a few minutes. I promise we will be within ear shot at all times." John detto as he placed his hand on mothers shoulder.

"Yeah we will be in the barn, I think Emmett just needs to burn off some steam. We could do the busy work that was building up." Ben detto as he smiled his innocent smile at her.

She took a minuto to contemplate all of this when she sighed.

"Alright, now te all stay within the property. I don't think I can handle anymore of te going off tonight. Please stay on the land." She asked the last part in a gentle tone.

I hugged her tightly as I turned to look at Aaron before walking out the door.

He looked so small and fragile laying on the table. His scratches were all dressed, his foot was still angeled strangly but someone detto something about the doctor being on the way.

I shook my head, tears beginning to flow again and stormed out the door, not caring if anyone else was going to come after me.

I felt horrible, if we would have just stayed at the house, if we would have taken a few più people with us and gone in pairs maybe this wouldn't have happened.

I ran into the fienile, granaio and punched the nearest beam as hard as I could. The fienile, granaio groaned a little bit, but this was not the first time it had been hit and probably not the last.

I stood there for a few secondi taking deep breaths, massaging my now hurt hand. I walked over and sat on the nearest fieno bale and rubbed my hand. I sat there opening and closing my hand trying to relax the muscles that were now screaming at me when I hear other people enter the barn.

"So te hit the bacheca again?" Ben asked as he walked over and looked at my hand.

"You realize that if te broke it again that no one is going to offer te any sympothy, right?" John detto as he came and leaned on the bacheca near where my fist mark was now part of the wood.

I raised my head and shot both of them the same look of anger and humor.

"Don't give me a hard time tonight, I might just punch, punzone something other then the wall." I detto as I continued clenching and unclenching my fist. We all smiled at that little commento when someone interrupted the moment.

"ALRIGHT!! ENOUGH!!" Father yelled as he walked into the barn.

"Your mother gave Aaron enough brandy to choke a horse, and he's sleeping now. I want to know the rest Emmett, and I want to know it all now." He detto as he came cloes to look at my hand. He didn't say anything, but he shook his head as he sat on the bale successivo to me.

"I already explained everything dad. We both went looking for whatever was out there and decided that splitting up would be best. We went opposite directions and I didn't hear anything threatening.

I sat and listened for a while when I heard the sound of something hurt and went to find it and put it out of it's missery. I came around the huge Oak albero and found Aaron lying there looking like he was....dead." I detto as I felt the tears welling up again. I had to clear my throat before I could continue.

"I ran to him and took his head in my hands. It took a minuto before he could focus on my face and during that time I took inventory of how bad he was hurt. I knew that apparently the orso had scractched his leg, his side and was bruising all over.

I tried to calm him but he just kept saying that he wanted to get home, and that he couldn't stay there and let the orso find him again.

I tried to help him stand and walk when he screamed in pain. His foot was turned in a wierd direction and he couldn't walk. I took a secondo to weigh the options, I could have left him there and come to get help but he was so scared that I knew that that wouldn't happen." I detto as I took a minuto to look around at the faces of my family. I was so into telling the story that I didn't realize that più of my brothers and a few of my sisters had come in to listen to the story.

"I had to carry him, I knew this would slow us down. I also knew that there was no way that he was going to let me leave him in the woods. I walked back as fast as I could with the added weight.

When we reached the edge of the property when the fatigue began to get to me. I tried to explain to Aaron that I was just going to get help but he got terrified again. I couldn't leave him so I picked him back up and kept walking twards the house." I detto looking into my fathers eyes.

"I walked as far as I could when my body gave out I think. The last thing I really remember was setting him down on the ground, yelling as loud as I could." I detto wrapping up my story.

I looked around at the fear, anger, sadness, amusement, and other emotions that were playing on my families faces.

No one detto anything, everyone was looking at our father waiting to see what direction he was going to take all of this.