Hello my darling readers! This is my take on what should have happened concerning the whole "Bella breaks her hand because Jacob assaulted her" situation. I am team Edward 100% so this is not the one for you if you are team Jacob. I don't utterly loath Jacob and I don't hate Charlie; however, I did hate the way they both acted and I found myself wishing Bella or Edward would have actually done something.

So here it is. Please enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot :)

When the journey home was over, I knew that Charlie would be disappointed in Jacob... I knew I was. My trust betrayed, my hand broken, my best friend lost forever to the beast which had consumed him. This beast was not a vampire, nor the werewolf dwelling in his own mind. No, this was a beast harder to overcome; Jacob's delusions...a beast of his own making.

Though I had tried, hard, to prevent Jacob from becoming too attached to me and our friendship, I knew he had feelings for me anyway. However, this was no excuse for his treacherous actions. He had forced his kiss on me... stolen a kiss intended for Edward. He had taken what I could and would never have given him. In the beginning, I had loved Jacob... as a brother and close friend. He may have always wanted more from me, but just because you want something doesn't mean you're going to get it (especially if said thing you want already belongs to someone else).

My shock at Jacob's unreasonable behavior was genuine as much as it was immense. I had been a blind fool. Edward, though crossing a line while doing so, had warned me of Jacobs's true character. I had been too attached to the friendship which now only existed in my head; the friendship with the russet skinned Quileute boy who hadn't put any stock in his father's superstitions. I hadn't believed Edward's overbearing, yet well intended warnings. I should have.

My hand seemed to develop a heartbeat of its own as I gingerly opened the door of the car and stepped out onto the familiar, rain-soaked drive-way that belonged to Charlie's house. I felt a bit better knowing that Charlie was around, certainly he wouldn't let Jacob do anything untoward. I stomped up the drive briskly, clutching my aching appendage to my chest.

As I swung the door open I heard Charlie call out a distant "Hey Bells," from the cramped living room. I headed that direction and prepared to relay the events which had caused me so much pain to my father. As I entered the room Charlie saw my injured hand clutched tightly inward, it was beginning to swell.

"What happened this time?" he asked with a knowing smirk.

"Jacob kissed me against my will and I punched him," I murmured, I was unamused by what had happened and Charlie's apparent attitude was completely unappreciated. My good hand was fidgeting with the last button on the shirt I wore. I was vaguely aware of Jacob's presence over my shoulder. I couldn't wait to shower and change.

"Total misunderstanding," Jacob interjected, the mirth in his eyes was visible from ten feet away. He wasn't sorry...no, he wasn't remotely sorry.

Well I was; I was very sorry I ever went to La Push, sorry I had ever ignored Edward's well-meant warnings, sorry I had ever left Edward's arms in the first place. I was just sorry any of this had ever happened. However, I couldn't take it back and even though at the moment my brain was trying to tell me otherwise, I knew this wasn't my fault.

Being friends with someone and expecting them to treat you with the same decency and respect you gave them, should not mean that you are obliged to be in a relationship with them. Can't friends truly be "just friends" anymore? I was not obliged to give Jacob Black anything. I had given him two irreplaceable things; my trust and my friendship. He had broken one and thrown the other back in my face. I owed him nothing now and I sure as hell was not going to back down and call his inexcusable actions "a misunderstanding".

"No, actually, there was no misunderstanding," I spoke forcefully now. "Jake knew I didn't want him to kiss me, I had made that abundantly clear."

I was pretty sure that anyone with common decency would be deterred from kissing someone once they knew that person was dating someone else. This didn't seem to bother Jake though. He snickered in the background and to my utter disbelief, his laughter wasn't unaccompanied.

"Is something funny Charlie?" I was truly curious. Was I missing something? Did comical event take place during the time I was speaking? surely nothing I had said could be considered funny by my own father.

"Oh Bella," he chuckled again and shifted in his seat to face me. "I don't think a kiss should warrant such a reaction. I am sure Jake didn't mean any harm." His tone was dismissive.

"Besides, he's a better option than the boy you've got now." That last sentence was mumbled and almost inaudible, but I managed to get the gist. Apparently, Jacob did too because he coughed to hide his laughter. Charlie heard this and glanced up at Jake to share a knowing look.

Suddenly, I didn't feel very safe in my own house anymore. I stood from the arm of the chair across from Charlie where I had been perched and stalked into the kitchen. So angry and hurt... and... it was all because of my "best friend" and "father".

"Come on Bells, where are you going?" Charlie asked at the end of a chuckle. His sudden concern was astounding (note the sarcasm).

"I need ice for my hand," I said "obviously" I muttered afterward under my breath. "and I am calling Edward to come and get me. I need to go and see Carlisle about my hand." I reluctantly admitted. It's amazing how quickly you can stop trusting the people you thought you trusted the most. I almost felt afraid to tell my own father what I was doing for fear of him trying to stop me. I was a pretty independent person, but today had really taken a toll on me and I really just needed to feel safe and loved. Being with Edward could afford me both of those things. With a deep sigh I lifted my good hand to the weathered kitchen land-line and prepared to dial the number I knew by heart. Edward.

Thanks for reading the first chapter of my first multi-chaptered story!

This story will only be two-three chapters so I will update soon.

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I am still new at this.

Kisses, Ally