Hi, this story has been annoying me for a long time now so i just had to type it out.
Tell me you're thoughts, i've never written a Bella/Edward story.
The future chapters wont always be in Jacob's POV.

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-Summer-


Summary:

What if Bella couldn't just 'cry' out the part of her heart that belonged to Jake?

What if it Edward couldn't stand her pain so he left?

Leaving her alone again.

Will Bella survive?



B.P.O.V

Prologue.

At some point of the night, I remembered the promise I'd made to myself early this morning – That I would never make Edward see me shed another tear for Jacob Black. The thought brought on a round if hysteria which frightened Edward more than the weeping. But it passed too, when it had run its course.

Edward said little; he just held me on the bed and let me ruin his shirt, staining it with salt water.

It was taking too long; I thought the part of me that was broken for Jacob would cry herself out. It never came; there was no end to the tears and sobs.

Some how the tears ran dry and left my body aching, the sadness I was hoping I could cry out didn't seem to leave. It was refusing to let go; I was refusing to let him go.

That made me sob tearlessly for an endless time.

The morning came something was wrong, besides being bundled up in the blanket there was nothing there. I held my breath to listen more intently; there was no sound, nothing but the howling wind outside the window.

My already throbbing heart picked up and my breathing became wheezy.

Something was wrong; something was missing.

He was missing, his breathe, his touch.

I opened my eyes – slowly, afraid of what I was about to find.

The unexpected sunlight blinded me; I sat up looking around, for the one and only person that could cure my unseeing eyes.

Nothing.

I never saw again.

J.P.O.V

Late afternoon, this day was the worst. Even worse than getting attacked by a stupid bloodsucker, the day before.

I hated being injured. People were coming and going, checking on me. My bones were healed but Dr Fang had told me not to phase for a while.

I just lay there in bed; I hadn't slept that whole night.

Bella's words were playing over and over in my head like a broken record.

"The worst part is that I saw the whole thing – our whole life. And I want it bad, Jake, I want it all." I winced as the memory stung me, the way she tightened her arms around me and said "I want to stay right here and never move. I want to love you and make you happy…"

It didn't matter so much that Bella'd chosen the leech over me. That torture I could live with for the rest of my stupid, too-long, life.

But it did matter that she was giving everything up for him.

Letting her heart stop beating forever and her skin turn into crystallized rock.

Someone else. Someone different.

Not my Bella.

But if he killed her…

A shudder ripped through my shoulders and down my spine, making me grunt at the pain.

I could only imagine the pain and agony I would feel if she died but the thought of him killing her… It was enough to make me phase in my bed.

I heard the phone ring in the kitchen, I made no attempt to get up and answer it. Nothing could get me out of this bed.

Billy answered it, there was a short conversation, next thing you know he's swinging the door open and wheeling himself in.

"Jake?" he whispered.

"What do you want?" I sighed keeping my eyes firmly shut.

"That was Charlie…" he continued to whisper.

"Stop whispering dad!" I snapped, opening my eyes to glare at him.

I knew he was about to say that Charlie invited him to go fishing.

Bella would be with the leech and today was actually sunny.

"Just go fishing dad, I don't give a crap what you do" I said curtly.

"He didn't ring to ask me to fishing!" Billy growled back.

"Well then what do you want?"

"Edward left again. Charlie rung the Cullen's but no one answered, Carlisle has left the hospital as well. E-Edward left a note." That caught me off guard. I was off the bed in an instant, the pain a long lost memory.

"B-Bella?" I managed to choke out.

He gave me an apologetic look and shook his head.

"She's in her bedroom, he said she hasn't moved all day" he was back to whispering.

I slipped past him and out the front door.

"Jake?" Billy called out as I got on the motorcycle, I turned around and watched him wheel out the front door.

"You're taking me too." It wasn't a question it was an order.

I dropped the bike and grabbed the rabbit, skidding to a stop in front of dad. He was taking too long so I got out, picked him up and placed him in the car, then shoved his wheelchair in the back.

The car skidded along the roads of La Push then finally we were on the highway to Forks.

"Are you sure you should be out of bed Jake?" Dad asked, as I weaved in and out of traffic. I didn't answer; there was only one thing on my mind.

Bella.

Finally I skidded into her driveway and slammed on the brakes.

I got Billy out of the car and into his wheelchair but I didn't push him.

"I'll get Charlie" I called out, already reaching for the door handle.

Charlie opened it, he looked upset, hurting but at the same time murderously angry.

"Jacob…thank god you're here" he sighed, "…shouldn't you be injured?" he finally noticed.

"Where is she?" I cut in.

"In her room. She hasn't said a word all day, I found her like that 8am"

"Can you go get Billy," I said already climbing the stairs, taking 2 at a time.

Bella's bedroom door was shut; I took a deep breath before I creaked it open.

There she was, curled up in a little ball, her knees up to her chest and her arms snaked around her torso. It looked so familiar; the memories flooded into my head, I knew what was to come after this… the hurting hasn't even began to start.

I walked around her bed; her face was blank, just staring out the window.

"Bella" I sighed, sitting down and stroking her face.

She didn't look at me, not once. It was as if she wasn't there.

Her skin was pale with a greyish tint, and cold as ice to touch.

"Bells, you need to eat something" No response.

The door squeaked open and Charlie popped his head in.

"Anything?" he whispered.

"Not yet. I'll bring her down soon" I said.

Charlie closed the door and resumed his conversation with Dad, something about Dr Cullen.

I stayed in her room with her until late at night.

She hadn't moved; the only difference was that her eyes were closed now.

Charlie came up again.

"Jacob?"

"I'm staying here tonight Charlie" I said keeping my eyes on sleeping Bella.

"A-Are you sure?" he whispered, probably unsure if he should trust a teenage boy in his teenage daughters room.

"I'm not leaving" I clarified, there was no way in hell I was leaving Bella in her time of need. Regardless what Charlie said.

"O-Okay…I'll drop Billy off then" he sighed and clomped back down the stairs.

I stayed that night, sleeping on the floor but holding her hand.

I heard her cry out at one point, it was sad; heartbreaking… she called out his name… pleadingly. But my guess is he didn't return; she had tears streaking down her face when I woke, but still she was in a tight ball.

After an hour of sobs she quietened down, her sobbing became uneven breaths and her eyes slowly blinked open.

For a moment she looked straight at me, and for the tiniest portion of a second I thought everything was going to be all right. Her face seemed cleared and her eyes back to their original chocolate brown.

But I was wrong, the light flicked off; quicker than it flicked on, the clouds seemed to gather and she went back to looking like a zombie.

7 DAYS PASSED.

They were gruelling, never ending, the worst 7 days of my life.

I have no idea how Charlie took it last time; she was the same as the first day I got there. She didn't move from the bedroom, I hadn't seen her eat a single thing nor drink a drop of water. The doctor came again, and said the same as last time.

Big things like catatonic, which scared Charlie and he sent the doctor packing.

It was 10pm, a week since they had left.

I walked down to the kitchen to make some dinner for myself.

"Jacob?" Billy always asked.

"Yeah, it's me"

"Anything?" he also always said that too.

"Nothing, she's asleep though," I said taking a bowl of cereal and slumping down in the couch next to him.

"You heard from Billy?" He asked.

"This morning, he's okay" I said then yawned.

"Okay that's it…you're going." Charlie suddenly jumped to his feet and was standing over me glaring.

"What?" I asked perplexed.

"You are going home tonight"

"No I'm not Charlie"

"Yes you are. You need a decent sleep, you can come back tomorrow morning"

"I'm not going anywhere," I said angrily.

"Yes you are. Jacob she will be fine for one night, please, just go home have a sleep then come back anytime, even 5am is fine" he said throwing his hands up in the air.

I was considering it; I really did need a change of clothes and a shower.

"Just go Jacob, then come back," Charlie said switching the TV off.

"Okay but you call me if ANYTHING happens, if she wakes up crying again" I said pointing at him threateningly.

"Just go Jake, have a shower and a sleep" he walked me to the door.

I got into the rabbit and started to La Push.

Dad was already in bed when I made it there, the shower was great and I managed to crawl into bed just before midnight.

I closed my eyes and drifted into sleep.

The piercing ring from the phone woke me, without even being fully awake I was standing in the kitchen.

"Yes?" I croaked.

"Jake…please…its Bella!" Charlie's worried voice startled me.


A/N: Be honest. Good? Bad? Terrible? =S