At the end of Chapter 2 of Eclipse, Edward stops Bella from going to see Jake in La Push. Bella shuts her window, but then reopens it to allow Edward in. In this story, she keeps her window shut.

I don't own any of this, and if I did, a controlling boyfriend, however "old-fashioned," would not be held up as a model boyfriend.

AN: I am not an expert on relationship abuse. If you or someone you know needs help, please investigate online and call a domestic abuse hotline. There's lots of help available.

When I finally got to school, I was in a rotten mood. I was sluggish from getting up 45 minutes early in order to let Charlie know I needed a ride to school. I was hyper and tense because my feelings of betrayal from both Alice and Edward were making me so highly strung. And (though I wasn't willing to think about this AT ALL) a tiny little part of me was scared because I did not see how I would ever be able to get to La Push again.

Jacob would not take my phone calls so I couldn't tell him what had happened, and even if he would, I wasn't sure I should tell him. I didn't want either Jake or Edward to feel like they had cause to get angry enough to fight. I don't know which one I worried about more. Even going with Charlie would have to be something spontaneously planned so that Alice could not see it before we got to the border.

I felt trapped and I didn't want to think about it. I didn't want to admit how terribly scared I was.

For the first time in my life I wished that I was a coffee drinker in the morning. A cup of coffee would have given me something to focus on right now, something to help me cut through the sluggishness. I suppose a big jolt of caffeine wouldn't really help me feel less tense, though.

I was sitting on the floor by my first period English class. Cold was seeping into me through my jeans and I would soon be frozen and have to move. Coffee would probably help with the cold, too. The pros for drinking coffee were seriously outweighing the cons at this point. I was seriously considering becoming a coffee drinker by tomorrow.

The reason I was sitting on the floor was that I was actually at school earlier than my teacher. Who does that? It has got to be a sign that something is wrong.

Why had I already finished all of my homework? This was the first time I was mad at myself for that.

How many more things could I think about before I had to think about last night?

I decided to pull out The Tenant of Wildfell Hall by Anne Bronte, a book I had been wanting to try for a while. I had not started it yet and I wasn't sure I'd be able to really read it right now. Sometimes starting a new book requires more concentration than continuing one you're already in the middle of. You have to get used to the people and the feel of the story instead of already knowing what to expect.

As I opened my book, Angela came around the corner.

"Bella, I've never seen you here before 8:15. What's going on?"

"I had to come in in Charlie's cruiser today which meant getting dropped off before he went to work. You?"

"Every now and then I come to school early. Not usually when it's cold like this, though. Sometimes it's hard to be in my house in the morning with the twins. I love them, but they're loud. Is your truck in the shop? Why didn't you call Edward to get a ride?"

I had not thought this through. I had no cover story conveniently provided by a vampire accustomed to lying/truth-stretching. Besides, I was already crying. Just being asked about why I was here without my truck and without Edward was enough to send me over the edge.

"Edward took a part out of my truck ," I sniveled. "I was going (hiccup) to see Jake in La Push. I told Alice and she told Edward (sob) and he took a part out of my truck to stop me. That's why I had to take the Cruiser to school." I was all out bawling now.

Angela had collapsed beside me on the floor and gently put her hands on my shoulders. "Bella, that's really wrong. Did you talk to Edward? Did he tell you why?" She stroked my arm.

"I did talk to him, but I knew why anyway. He thinks Jake is dangerous for me to hang around with."

"Is he dangerous?"

"He's no more dangerous than Edward is."

"Did you talk to Alice?"

I shook my head, trying to wipe my nose. Great. Now I was going to be tired, wired and snotty all at the same time. The day was only going to get worse when Edward got here.

"Well, I think you should. What Edward did was really wrong. He has no right to control your movements and decisions even if you are really, truly in danger. If he really thought you were in danger, he should have handled it differently, like talking to your Dad, or maybe his parents. You need to find out if Alice helped Edward, or if she just mentioned it without knowing what he would do. Either way, Bella, I don't like what you're telling me. This isn't something that should happen in a relationship."

Angela had just said my worst fear aloud, the thing that I had been trying to avoid all morning. I huddled in on myself and wiped my nose on my sleeve again. "I know."

"Bella, I don't want to overstep my bounds so you don't have to reply to this, but there was something else that bothered me a little once before, and it wasn't a big deal, really, but one time I heard Edward tell you that he loved you more than you loved him, that there was no way that you could ever understand the extent of his love for you. You tried to argue back to him more than once that you loved him too and he just dismissed you. In a way it was cute, but it just didn't sit right with me since he seemed to be disparaging your feelings, like they weren't as important as his. And then there's how sad you were while he was gone. Do you think maybe that there are some problems in your relationship that go beyond what happened yesterday that need to be addressed?"

I couldn't look at Angela. If I looked at her I would be taking on responsibility for what would happen next. "Yes," I said, very, very quietly.