A/n:something me and a friend of mine came up with on a whim. This is a different side to everybody that you woud love to hate

Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns all rights to twilight

WARNING:EXPLICIT LANGUAGE AND DOMESTIC VIOLENCE so you have been warned

BPOV

" Did I ever mean anything to you, You just wanted me for your own selfish needs. I thought you loved me. how could you break my heart like this ! "
I yelled at Jacob with my voice laced in anger. Just sitting across the table from him was nerve-wracking. I love how this romantic dinner was turning into a disaster ,so much for celebrating our third anniversary together. He came home smelling like yet another Victoria secret perfume that smelled so familiar but I couldn't put my finger on it. I don't even wear that brand of perfume so I don't know.

"Not this shit again ,I thought we established this last argument when I told you I would try and be here more you know I love you sometimes babe. don't even get me started on the flowers and gifts I got you for valentines day which were….." he said all high and mighty taking a puff of his cigarette. I had to say something or I would go crazy. All this shit he wants to bring up. That was just a load of shit.

" Don't you dare try to make me out to be the bad guy here, I'm not the one who fucked up. Your never here to begin with and when you are your always drinking. So don't play that I'm victim bullshit. When clearly I'm the one being walked on. I'm the fucking victim here." As my tears began to sting my cheeks. I was hurt beyond belief . How could someone I love so much hurt me like this.

"How dare me no sweetie how dare you sit their and at like I'm never here. When we've been living together a fucking year and a half. I know damn well I been here through this whole three year relationship. So fuck that. I'm never always shit face. I just happen to start drinking when I get home. So stop being a whiney little bitch. Your worst then my mother and she's dead." he yelled getting up as he walked over to the liquor cabinet and grabbed the Jack Daniels. Then downed most of the bottle. The back and forth arguing was draining me tonight more than anything. If only I didn't love this man so much.

"Jake you just don't understand how much I love you. I went through all this and is still not enough for you. Would it be better if I was that dumb blonde bitch you always eye fuck. I see the way you look at her…." before I could finish my sentence I was greeted with a loud and hard smack to the face.
All I could do was sit there horrified at what just happened. Did he really just hit me? Am I dreaming? Did that really just happen ? I looked at him holding my face that was still burning from the smack. All he did was smirk at me. This made my heart break a little more. He push most of the food that was on the table where he had been sitting on the floor. I sat there on the floor horrified at the events that had taken place in the last hour and wondered where this life was going take me. My boyfriend that I love more than anything in the world had put his hands on me and is acting as if he doesn't have a care in the world. I can't understand how I could still love somebody who treats me like this.

Pulling me out of my internal shelter, I felt his strong muscular arms wrap around me and lift me up from my underarms. I was assaulted with the smell of Jack Daniels. Jake had me pinned against the wall closest to our guest room. I don't know how my legs were even on the floor but none of that mattered I was looking him directly in his eyes. Come to think of it my legs were definitely not on the floor they in fact around the curve of his waist. He had me propped on his side. How could he be in the mood after what just happened?

"Mmm Baby you smell just as good as you look, I can't wait to fuck you." He said kissing that spot of my neck sloppily. As he caressed my body hungrily. Then the phone rang, I silently thanked god for this interruption. I leaned away from him to try and get out of his vice grip but it was pointless he wasn't letting go, he just started biting my neck. I had to say something before this went too far.

"If you want to finish this baby you're going to have to let me answer the phone." I said in a force voice. But for some reason it worked because he loosened his grip a little. He then moved me from his side to his face, now I was facing him as we walked over to the couch of which he sat us down on. I grabbed the phone of the end table as we sat down just as it was about to ring again. Then the worse happened…

"Hello Bellie Boo how was your romantic anniversary dinner I hope I'm not interrupting but I couldn't help myself…" she said talking almost so quick I barely caught it. This was going to be some conversation.

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