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I hate him. He ruined everything. Things weren't supposed to be like this. I was supposed to be getting married to the love of my life instead I'm stuck in some van with my hands tied my back and my sight restricted by this stupid cloth. The only thing my restraints aren't restricting me from is talking. Yet they may as well have. My sobs blocked any chance of coherent communication. He had yelled back for me to keep quiet a few times. I didn't care. For gods sakes what could he possibly do to make this better he had taken away my air, my light, my reason for living, My Edward. I would love to see him try and make this worse. What I didn't understand was why he did it? Despite what he said, this was obviously not what was best for me. This was what was best for him. I guess that's all that really mattered to him at the end of the day. No matter what happens in the end I will never trust him again. I hate you Jacob Black.