BPOV:

Jacob had just told me he loved me. I guess a part of me knew he had those feelings for me but I did not return them. I loved him. I loved him as a brother. A brother that I would get icecream with, go to the movies, and the mall. I wasn't in love with him. All I could do was stare at him, speechless, not being able to form words. "Jake—" It felt like there was something big sticking in my throat. I tried to clear the obstruction. "I can't – I mean I don't… I should go." I turned but he grabbed my shoulders and spun me around. I had to convince Jake. Make him see that I was in love with Edward. That he and me could never be. "Jacob." I stared into his dark eyes, trying to make him take me seriously. "I love him, Jacob. He's my whole life."

"You love me, too," he reminded me. He held up his hand when I started to protest. "Not the same way, I know. But he's not your whole life, either. Not anymore. Maybe he was once, but he left. And now he's just going to have to deal with the consequence of that choice – me."

I shook my head. "You're impossible."

Suddenly he was serious. He took my chin in his hand, holding it firmly so that I couldn't look away from his intent gaze.

"Until your heart stops beating, Bella," he said. "I'll be here – fighting. Don't forget that you have options."

"I don't want options," I disagreed, trying to yank my chin free unsuccessfully. "And my heartbeats are numbered, Jacob. The time is almost gone."

His eyes narrowed. "All the more reason to fight – fight harder now, while I can," he whispered.

He still had my chin – his fingers holding too tight, till it hurt – and I saw the resolve form abruptly in his eyes.

"N – ," I started to object, but it was too late.

His hand that was holding my chin moved to the left side of my face and his other hand, that was balled into a fist, clenched the right side of my face. His grip was tight, too tight, the thought came suddenly to my mind – Edward would never hold me this way. I couldn't think about his hands for very long because suddenly his lips came crashing down on mine. The feeling was warm. Not the good kind of warm but a disgusting burning. I pushed against his chest with all my might. Wrong move. Jacob got angry and moved his lips, which until then were closed and pushed to mine, up and open so he was devouring my mouth. The burning was getting much worse. Now I could feel the core in my mouth from where his tongue lashed violently inside my mouth, and the flames lapping at my body from where he was crushing me to his every curve of his body. No, no, no, I thought. I need to get out of here. I tried pushing again, hitting wherever my fists could connect, kicking, screaming into his mouth, nothing worked. He was a werewolf, incredibly strong, no inhumanely strong. I had no chance against him so I let my body go limp and wait until he stopped. Then I would go home to Edward and Jacob would be running away from my boyfriendwith his tail in-between his legs. After what seemed like hours, but could have only been a few minutes, Jacob released my lips from his. Finally, I thought, he's done. I was wrong again. He moved his lips to my ear. The tingling he left in his path from my lips to my ear made my body shiver in revulsion.

"Bella, you're going to enjoy this. Trust me." He chuckled then. "I know I definitely will. Don't fight me. It's useless. Just enjoy, relax, and trust me."

How dare he! He wants me to trust him? He wants me to enjoy this! Suddenly my stomach was churning wildly and I felt like I was going to throw up.

He crashed his lips back down to mine roughly. His hands which had been grasping my face were gone and I suddenly felt a cool breeze. I looked down and saw Jacob had ripped my shirt from my body and the shards of fabric lie torn on the ground. I gasped and instinctively covered my chest, now only in a bra, with my arms. Jacob growled and shoved my arms back so hard I thought they were going to snap off of my body.

I looked into his eyes then. They were black as coal. There was no kind Jacob. The only thing I saw in those eyes was a monster.

"Jacob, Jacob, stop…" I begged to no avail. His lips were nipping my neck and his hands were roaming down my exposed flesh. My vision was now blurry. My eyes were filled with tears ad my cheeks were being shed by my tears. I cried out in help, need, miserly, and utter hopelessness.

Jacob's hands grasped my bra and ripped it like he did his shirt. At that moment I knew that if I didn't get out of there Jacob was not going to stop. I purposefully fell and Jacob, probably wanting me to suffer, let me fall to the floor. He growled even louder this time and jumped on top of me. Just as his lips were about to make contact with mine I grabbed a handful of dirt and threw it in his eyes. He howled out in pain and jumped off of me. I quickly kicked him as hard as I could in his sweet spot and took off running. All I could hear was a distance yelping in pain and I prayed I had hurt him hard enough for me to make it past the treaty line.