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A/N: I am 4 days late with posting this....I BLAME it ALL on the midnight premiere of NEW MOON and my OCD tendencies to check, than re-check, than re-check some more...I'm still not 100% sure this is ready for posting...but, what the hell, right?

BIG THANK YOU to those that have read and REVIEWED. Also, thanks to all that have alerted and added The Tutor to your favorites, I *heart* ALL of you!!!

WARNING: This is an OOC, AH, AU FanFic. There is mild abuse in this chapter. This is a FULL story not a ONE-SHOT. Eventual canon pairings in future. =)

~Enjoy~

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"I wear this crown of shit. Upon my liar's chair.

Full of broken thoughts; I cannot repair.

Beneath the stains of time the feelings disappear.

You are someone else, I am still right here.

What have I become? My sweetest friend. Everyone I know.

Goes away in the end."

"Mom?" My voice was raspy, throat still on fire as my forehead rested-uncomfortably-on the metal desk below me; my fathers' desk. The phone trembled within my loose grip as my other hand wrapped itself around my stomach, clenching my aching ribs tight.

"Bella?! Its 7:30 in the morning, my time…what's wrong? Are you okay?"

My mother, rather Renee, already exhibiting mild annoyance from my early wake-up call. It wasn't every day that I called Renee; she was lucky if I called at all. This was different; a nightmare.

"It's Dad…there's been …a fire." I was whispering. The words too loud and boisterous on their own.

"What?! I can't hear you, Bella. You need to speak up." Renee, already impatient. I held the phone away from my ear, growling internally-already giving up. I was just about to slam the phone down into its receiver when Officer Crowley, who had been standing beside me the whole time, took the obnoxious black-plastic from my hands-reluctantly placing it to his ear.

"Um…Ma'am. This is Officer Crowley…Sheriff's Deputy-here in Forks."

I kept my head pressed tightly against the cold metal; my thick-hair curtained around me as I listened to the one-way conversation taking place behind me.

"There was a fire, Ma'am…yes. Bella's house….No, Ma'am, Bella escaped…No, Ma'am…Chief Swan did not."

His words were small, minuscule compared to how large an impact they had on my mental state. The silence that followed Officer Crowley's last statement caused piercing agony within me. My chest constricted with anxiety and grief from his spoken truth. The truth that my father was gone, the only man I ever loved, gone. Just like that. No warning. No goodbyes. Nothing. And, he would never come back.

I wrapped both arms tight around my rib cage trying to hold in the scream that was building its way up my chest. The pain of my bruises searing from the pressure I was inflicting on them, screaming for reprieve from my own touch. But, the physical pain was far better than the emotional storm going on inside me. It was like a salve, a band-aid, alleviating the turmoil for only a short while.

Officer Crowley tapped my shoulder and I looked up at his apologetic gaze as the phone was placed; yet again-in my weak hand.

"Bella? Are you okay?" Renee asked comfortingly. I knew she was trying, she did care-slightly. But, no matter how much she tried to placate me, her words were more like salt being poured into my open wounds. My history with Renee was one I tried to avoid at all costs. Now, I was confronted with demons I had locked away many, many years ago. Their bloodied-nails scratching at my memory, pushing their way outward.

Renee had left me as a child and because of that-I didn't care for her. She walked away from my father and I when I was just two years old; unable to handle the burden of motherhood and marriage. After that I saw her for two weeks, every summer. Flying to wherever she lived that year-many times alone. It sickened me how the Flight Attendants would treat me like I was some orphan, a child, without the one person that should and would always protect them-their mother. I played that game till I was fourteen...then I stopped altogether-a choice I made alone. It's been four years since I've seen Renee; four years of no maternal guidance-not that I ever got that-no visits, nothing. Just occasional phone calls and cards around the holidays. My mother, the cougar; way too busy with her ten years younger boy-toy, baseball player husband-Phil. Right now the only thing her "caring" words were doing for me were infuriating me further.

"Am I okay?! Are you serious? I…I can't believe you're even asking me that. How do you think I am?" I was snapping-my words stammering out of me, unrelenting. All my built up anger, all my frustration about to be deflected onto her. And only her.

"There's no need for your attitude, Bella. I'm just trying to help. Be there for you. Do what moms do...or whatever. I am your mother, Bella. Or, have you forgotten that?" Her words branded my skin like a hot iron. My mother? Was she on drugs? I could only laugh and laugh I did which caught her completely by surprise.

"You think this is funny, Bella? A joke?" Renee asked, sarcasm thick in her tone.

"A joke? How dare you." I practically growled, my mouth pressed firmly against the mouthpiece of the phone. "You think that I am making a joke out of this? My father is dead! I almost died. Oh, and for once, Renee. Open your god damn eyes. My mother? Nice time to play that card. Maybe you haven't noticed, you know, being that you're so busy all the time. But, you haven't been my mother since I was two. Have you forgotten that? So, as far as I'm concerned you weren't my mother then, you aren't now, and…you never will be."

I heard her gasp before making a hissing sound with her lips. I was seething. My whole body trembling as aftershock after aftershock rummaged through it. This was too much for me to deal with right now, far too much.

"Well, then, Bella. You just turned eighteen, you're an adult-you don't need me." She retorted briskly as I stayed silent for a moment; contemplating what she had said, or was trying to say. My mother had a way with being vague; she was the poster child for it. She was right-yes; I was of "legal" age. But, I was still in High School, a senior. Regardless of my age I still needed a guardian; Renee was fully aware of that…apparently so was I.

My father's face laughing; though sincere, came flitting through my mind. He had diligently tried to bake me a cake for my birthday and burnt it in the process. 'I'm no Betty Crocker, Bells. You know that…that's your job…' he had said, his lips puckered, the edge of his dark mustache jutting outward. Those innocent, heartfelt words spoken not more than a week ago. The nausea came back again with full force-his smiling face the waves pulsing at my shore hauntingly.

"Yes, Mother. I am quite aware of that. But…I need to finish school." My teeth were clenched so tightly together; that I could barely hiss the words through them at her. Officer Crowley was looking at me now with eyes squinted, he rubbed my shoulder in an effort to calm me. It didn't work but the effort was appreciated.

"Well, then…I'll make some calls. I'll get you on the next available flight out of there, I promise. But, you need to bear with me, Bella. This will be difficult for all of us. Please, just…give me a chance. At least try. I know you can do that much." She implored. Her voice cracking with emotion.

"Wait, the next flight? What about dad? What about saying goodbye to him?" I was cut off from the tirade I was about to unveil when Officer Crowley put his hand on my shoulder-squeezing gently, gaining my attention.

"Bella…" He whispered; shaking his head from side to side-slowly. "I know you want to say goodbye…but, the best thing for you, is to just go. I'll take care of everything here. You don't have to worry." There was something he wasn't saying and I could it feel it crawling on my skin. I sat silent for a moment, letting his words sink in as Renee sat quietly awaiting my response.

"But, his body?! Don't we need to have a service? Something?!" I was sobbing so loudly that I couldn't hear myself think. My fists clenched so tightly that my nails pierced the palms of my hands. I was confused, distraught and badly bruised. I looked up at Officer Crowley supplicating. His warm amber eyes looked back at me; full of unspoken truths.

"Bella…I don't think…we can have a service." He replied mournful. His statement blatant enough for me to understand at that point. My father, too badly burnt, body destroyed to the point that cremation most likely had already occurred; would not be able to have a proper service. I would not be able to say goodbye. Ever?

Rolling waves of nausea returned in the form of a tsunami and I could feel the hot liquid rise up my throat. I grabbed the small waste basket that sat beside the desk and shoved my face into the small orifice; spewing up everything that filled my stomach till I was dry heaving. Trying earnestly to rid myself-physically and figuratively-of everything that had led up to this moment.

"Just…Just get me out of here…please." I cried into the phone. Renee on the other end fighting back her own sobs as all she could say was "yes, baby…" continuously.

"I can't be here anymore…I…um…have to go." I admitted before handing the phone back to Officer Crowley's waiting palm.

I was exhausted and my emotions had completely pulverized me. I wasn't lying neither when I said I couldn't be here anymore. Between the secrets I had kept from my father, the hurt in his eyes, and now this. I just needed to run and hide. Run as far as possible away from Forks and La Push. Without my father, there was no need for me to remain here. It was time for me to go and at least 'try' like Renee had said. New York was looking increasingly better by the second the more I thought about it.

Officer Crowley and Renee discussed what needed to be done in regards to me getting out of Washington State-as I faded in and out of sleep. Officer Crowley offered to put me up in a motel for the night; he felt it would be disrespectful to have me sleep in a holding cell. I thought it would have been quite funny; my dad wouldn't have though. I laughed to myself thinking back to how as a child he would use that as a means to scare me into staying out of trouble. I never even stole a piece of Bubble-Gum for fear of becoming one of my father's prisoners. God, how I wish he were here now to scare me with his idle threats; I would welcome them with open arms.

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"How did we get here, when I used to know you so well?..."

It was 8 a.m. by the time I was checked into The Dew Drop Inn Motel. I had a basic room; with Pepto-Bismol colored walls and a floral bed spread to match. Officer Crowley told me that the room was mine till it was time to leave for my flight. He and my mother had exchanged numbers and would be staying in contact with each other till everything was situated. I knew it was only 11:00 a.m. in New York, most likely too late for Renee to get anything done. If she got anything done at all.

Officer Crowley had left me; stating he needed to do patrols but would return in a short while-but I knew otherwise. He insisted I get some sleep but I couldn't see that happening in the near future. So in the meantime, I dragged myself into the small, white-clinical space that was the bathroom; stripping myself of what little clothes I had on as I did so. I immediately went towards the shower. Stopping not once to see my hideous reflection in the full length mirror that covered the entire wall above the sink. I sat on the closed seat of the toilet as I turned the shower on; hot steam surrounded the small space and immediately I became dizzy with déjà vu of my smoked filled room. My lungs constricted as a loud sob escaped my lips. The tears I had hoped were gone were back with vengeance. I fell to the cold, tiled floor and crawled over to the shower where I hitched my leg over the sleek side and climbed in. I sat directly underneath the weak stream; letting the hot water wash over me, running my fingers through my smoke and sweat caked hair before wrapping my arms around my knees and pulling them close into my body. I buried my face into my crossed arms and cried. My lower back stinging from the sensation the cold porcelain exerted against it.

I sat there and let all emotion pour out of me as the hot water continued to pelt down from above. I wished that all my hurt, all my pain could spiral down the drain; the unused water the weight to pull it. I could feel myself dozing. The warmth of the water mixed with my exhaustion; an exquisite cocktail for sleep. But, of course it wouldn't come easy, because it never did. After a short while; I was pulled from my almost sleep induced haze by a loud pounding on the door that locked me away from my reality outside. A voice, I didn't want to hear, a face I thought I would never have to see again; on the other side screaming at whom I was sure was the manager-to let him in…or, he would break the door down.

"Bella!!!" Jacob screamed as I heard the door slam open. The knob puncturing a hole into the sheetrock of the wall that separated the bathroom from the entryway. My breathing hitched and I cowered, trying to fold myself inward. The front door slammed shut and when I peeked up a few seconds later I was met with Jacob's immense frame hovering over me-glaring intensely. The white-plastic shower liner; pulled back, exposing me for all I was. Broken.

"What the fuck, Bella! What happened?! " He was yelling. Something he had done more frequently as of late. My body trembled and I could feel his proximity becoming closer; my whole body flinched in response as I slid my way to the opposite side of the tub-opposite of where he stood. Jacob chortled at my retreat.

I hid my face from him, burying it beneath my own cradling arm. This only fueled him further; and I closed my eyes tight bracing myself for what was to come.

"Answer me when I speak to you, Bella! Damn it!" He huffed before his thick hands gripped my slippery arms and he yanked me upward from my vertical fetal position. His hands; so tightly woven around my small arms that his fingers were nearly piercing the thin skin below them. I whimpered in protest but he gave me the usual smug look in response.

"Please, Jacob. You're hurting me…" I whimpered softly, kindly, as I stood in the tub-shivering. Not wanting to instigate him and cause him any more anger. Though, I knew that that would be coming in due time. I could only hope Officer Crowley would be here when it did…with his gun.

"I know." He admitted; rather smugly as he pulled me-not so gently-out of the shower. My already beaten up knees banging against the hard porcelain as he did so.

Jacob stood me in front of him; grabbing my chin roughly and pulling it up so that I was looking him in the eyes. I tried to hide beneath my lashes but he saw my intention and dug his fingers-hard-into the flesh just beneath my chin. His thumb trailed across my lower lip and I quickly took my lip into my mouth-biting the sensitive flesh to remove the sensation of his touch and replace it with pain.

"Why are you here?" He asked; glaring daggers at me. His one hand still holding my arm tightly as the other began roaming my naked skin. His touch sending more unwanted shivers through my already trembling frame; causing it to shake beneath him further. Even if I had wanted to; I couldn't cover myself, couldn't run, and couldn't hide. What a fool I was to think, even if for one second; that I could ever escape him. Escape this, this hell that had become my life.

"Be…Because, Jacob. My house burnt down. My father…" I couldn't say it. Couldn't come to terms with what had happened. He didn't look at all surprised by what I had just confessed or tried to confess. If anything he looked satisfied, almost proud. Not one ounce of empathy shone in his black orbs. He looked away from me; towards the door before closing it and locking it. Tugging on the knob once-for good measure.

"I know. So sorry, Bells. So…sorry. But, that still doesn't answer my question. Why. Are. You. Here?"

He circled the air around him with his index finger, creating an imaginary lasso, showing me exactly what he meant. His hand had let its death-grip off my arm and began tracing the length of it. The other cupping the underside of my bare breast. His thick thumb rolling over the softened pink nub. Slowly, Jacob was pushing me backward towards the wall. My body still shaking in fear; teeth clattering like maracas. I couldn't do this. Not now.

"Are you going to answer me, Bella? Or, should I answer for you?"

I knew what that meant and I quickly stammered out of my quivering lips what I knew he didn't want to hear. The repercussions of my actions would be painful-I was sure of it.

"What does it matter why I am anywhere, Jacob? I'm here…because, I…I wanted to be here." I stammered flinching back as I spoke, expecting the onslaught that didn't come as I had thought it would. Jacob dropped his hands to his sides and balled them into tightly clamped fists before taking in a deep breath.

"I see…Well, it doesn't really matter what you wanted or what you want. You're coming back to the rez with me. So, get your stuff…we're leaving." He insisted, voice stern as he backed away from me, turning to exit-hand on the doorknob. I stood, firmly rooted, not moving from the safety that was the small four-by-four of a bathroom. He whipped his head back to look at me. Frustration lit up his eyes like neon lights; a scowl burrowed deep on his face as it became apparent to him that I wasn't budging. I looked up at him pleadingly before I told him what I knew would send him even further over the edge.

"Ja…Jake. I'm…I'm not going with you, anywhere…you were told to stay away from me, remember?" I asked; whispering the last few words as I backed further away from him-wincing and shaking violently. My back hitting the wall behind me with a thud. My eyes squinted nearly closed as I watched his calm face contort to unadulterated anger. I don't know where my sudden burst of confidence had come from just moments ago, or when my fear had turned into stupidity; because that's what it was at that moment-stupid. I would be responsible for my ignorance, Jacob would see to it.

Jacob grumbled before I felt his hand wrap itself around my neck. His hackles stood at attention as his tight grip constricted my windpipe so that I couldn't get any air into my already abused lungs. I gasped for a breath as he pushed me harder against the wall; its abrasive, popcorn surface sanding away the thin layer of skin on my back. He lifted me slightly off my feet so that they dangled mere inches away from the cold floor.

Through clenched teeth he hissed, "You will go wherever I say you will go. And I say you are coming home with me, to the rez. I think you may have hit your head during your little escape; because I'm not staying away from anyone. Especially you. Maybe…you need a reminder of who you belong to?" His hand tightened even more and my eyes watered rolling into the back of my head while blackness began to creep over me.

"You. Are. Mine." He scorned. The words conclusive.

My body became weak and I hung almost limply in his grasp-there was no way I could fight him. None, what-so-ever. He lessened his grip-slightly, allowing me to take a well needed deep, heaving breath. His free hand now placed in between my thighs; scratching the folds of my dry, bare sex with his splintered nails. Before lowering the tip of his fingers to the scar that lay hidden on the soft flesh of my inner thigh. His index finger arduously tracing the outline of the burnt letter "J" that laid engraved there. Something Jacob had imprinted on my flesh as I laid held down; bound, and helpless-while he branded my skin with a wrought iron rod…claiming me. That was the night the real abuse began. The night the monster came out of hiding.

"This…this right here," he said as he pushed down on the thick scar tissue that lay just above my artery. The pressure painful enough that I was sure another bruise would form.

"This is what says your mine. I marked you as such. Do you seriously think anyone would ever want you after I've been through with you, scarred you? You're nothing but a used up whore, my whore. For me to do with whatever I please, and believe me when I say I will do whatever. I. Please."

His face was so close to mine as he spoke. His words slow and lethargic. Every word, every breath; allowing hot air to waft from his mouth, grazing the skin of my cheek-making me cringe.

He then took the shell of my ear into his heated mouth and bit the flesh with his teeth; before licking a line up the curve of its exterior. I was disgusted. Bile slowly rose up the back of my throat and I tried hard to swallow the ill-tasting fluid. All the while; Jacobs hand remained wrapped around my neck.

Finally, Jacob let go off me and began to remove his shirt. No! I screamed internally as his fingers undid the button of his jeans. He licked his lips while pulling his thick penis from his pants; stroking the shaft with quick thrusts before pushing himself up to me. He was hard and ready to take me-against my will, like usual. An action I had become accustomed to over the past year. All that I could ever do was just lie there while Jacob took what he wanted from me-something I was sure I would have to do now. I turned my head to the side and closed my eyes tightly. Giving myself freely, knowing that retaliating would only make it worse-more painful. I let my mind begin to wander to distant places; anywhere far from here, far from Jacob and his abuse-as he ground his hips into me, moaning into my ear while the hardness of his cock pressed hard against my naked stomach. I writhed opposite him , trying desperately to get away but was met with the resistance of the wall. My lower lip clenched within the tight grasp of my teeth as I tried in earnest to hold in my cries of despair. I knew that if a smidgen of sound escaped my lips Jacob would take it as a response of pleasure when in reality it was pain. Miraculously, just as Jacob gripped the sides of my hips-I was met with reprieve. A heavy hand knocked on the door right outside where I stood within Jacobs clutch and the voice that came with it was my saving grace.

"Bella, its Officer Crowley. Are you in there? Are you okay?"

A heavy sigh escaped my lips as Jacob growled into my ear.

"What the fuck is going on here, Bella?" He whispered before pulling away from me roughly; glaring at me as he began putting his clothes back on quickly.

"Yes, I'm in here. I'll be right out…Officer." I yelled, smirking towards Jacob; knowing that the thin door before me kept me from my potential freedom. I grabbed the nearest towel and wrapped it firmly around my body before sauntering past him-bravely. He looked at me menacingly, his dark eyes full of an all-consuming hate.

Inhaling deeply, I opened the door. My skin blotchy and already beginning to bruise from Jacobs doing. Officer Crowley would see, he would know too, just like my father had known. Just the thought of my father caused me to become weak and I nearly tripped on my own two feet; as I made my way towards where Officer Crowley stood-a stack of what appeared to be clothing in his hands.

"Here, Bella. These are for you." He said as he handed me the pile. Looking up suspiciously as he eyed Jacob walking out of the bathroom behind me-fixing his disheveled clothes. The questions lurking in Officer Crowley's eyes. I looked up at his face and mouthed a 'Thank You' as I pointed towards Jacob with my eyes. Officer Crowley acknowledged my thanks with a nod and then frowned-directing it towards the monster behind me.

"Thank you, Officer. I really appreciate all you have done for me." I emphasized the word 'all'; letting it fester up some unwanted thoughts in Jacob's thick skull as I took the pile. I don't know what had come over me-but it felt good.

"Please, Bella. I think we're past all the formalities. Call me Tyler, okay? Besides, it's just a sweat-suit. I'm sorry…it's all I could find. I figured you'd want to be comfortable, especially for your six-hour flight."

Jackpot!

He said the words I couldn't-plus some that I didn't expect, for good measure I'm sure. If I hadn't just had the worst possible evening known to man; and if I was a little more brazen-I would have kissed Officer…I mean, Tyler; right on the caramel deliciousness that was his cheek. I shook the thoughts from my head; guilty that I would even think anything remotely like that towards a colleague of my fathers and even worse at a time like this.

I watched as Jacob was gasping in disbelief, his jaw nearly hitting the plum carpet below. The rage consuming his large frame as he began to shake in rippling succession.

"What do you mean 'flight'? What does he mean, Bella?" He asked looking from Tyler back to me as he did so. Suspicion thick in his eyes as I am now most certain he had conjured up some indecent images of me and Tyler.

"I'm leaving, Jacob." I said, standing directly in front of him now, looking him square in his eyes. His russet-skin shook feverishly. Tyler's presence and authoritative position giving me the confidence boost I so desperately needed-and longed for.

"I'm going to my mothers…" I continued, "My father is dead. He died last night in a fire. A fire that destroyed my house, my life, everything! Oh…but, I think you may have already known that …didn't you?"

I threw an accusatory glare up at him because he had given me the impression that he had known; but how-I still didn't know. Jacob smirked devilishly before laughing calmly, then stating matter-of-factly;

"Bella, you're not going to your mom's. Don't be ridiculous." His tone was fake and rehearsed as he gently stroked my hair, like I was his pet. "Charlie's wishes were quite clear. They were for you to stay with me and my father…if anything was to ever happen to him, that is…" His words trailed off and I looked at Tyler who shook his head adamantly-'no'-aware that Jacob was trying to manipulate me.

"Um, Jacob. I think you have forgotten I am 18 years old. I'm a legal adult. I can go wherever I choose to go. And…I choose to be with my mother. Not you, not Billy." I all but spat as I pulled away from him. I turned to walk back towards the bathroom to put the grey heap of softness in my arms on me but Jacob stopped me in my tracks, grabbing my arm roughly and pulling me so that my body was pushed tightly against his. Immediately, I turned towards Tyler as the tears were developing due to the pain of Jacobs' tight grip; Tyler's hand already on his pistol.

"Now, Jacob. I think Bella made herself quite clear. She wants to be with her mother. So, I suggest you take your hand off of her arm now and take your leave; before I have no other choice but to detain you."

With that, Jacob released my arm and pulled my head towards him, pulling the hair on the back of my head at the root-hard. His mouth lay directly over my ear and he spoke so that only I could hear.

"This isn't over. It will never be over." and then he stepped away but not without placing a kiss on my cheek first.

"Officer?" Jacob asked his demeanor now obsequious. "I apologize for my behavior. I'm just so…so upset, as you can imagine. Charlie was family to me, too. So, if its not to much to ask, I'd like to be able to see Bella off. It would break my heart not to be able to say goodbye. She is my fiancé after all…but, I'm sure she didn't tell you that."

Jacob was good, too good. I stared at him, mouth agape as he hung his head down towards the ground in mock despair. Liar! I screamed internally because I couldn't form the word coherently in my mouth to let it escape my quivering lips. I was absolutely speechless, mortified. I glanced at Tyler who was now looking down at his watch, brows furrowed, and contemplating Jacob's request.

"Well, I guess its okay…If it's alright with Bella." Tyler glanced in my direction and I desperately wanted to scream 'no' but in an effort to keep some peace-I hesitantly nodded 'yes'. Tyler walked over to Jacob; his stance solid and strong.

"You can meet us at Forks Airport. Its 9:30 now…Bella's charter flight from there leaves at noon. As soon as she is done dressing I'll be taking her over there. But, I'm telling you now, this one time, and one time only. If you so much as sneeze the wrong way I will arrest your sorry ass and lock you up for as long as I see fit. "

Jacob just nodded, laughing as his smug smirk crossed his lips.

"Sure, Officer…sure." Jacob sneered before throwing a death-glare at me and walking out the door. Slamming it hard on his way out. I glanced over at Tyler who continued to stare at the door before I rushed into the bathroom; gently closing it behind me. Quickly, I threw on the oversized clothes that were more comfortable than they appeared. I didn't notice the ballerina slippers shoved between the two garments until they fell to the floor. I was even more elated and thankful that they fit perfectly after I had slipped them on. I ran my fingers through my tousled ringlets before exiting the bathroom. Tyler sat lost in thought on the bed, eyes cast downward, staring at the floor.

"He hits you."

It wasn't a question, but a statement-an obvious fact.

"Did Charlie know? How long has this been going on, Bella?" He sounded like the big brother I never had. I didn't know how to answer-what to say. The truth seemed the easier way to go so I went with it; knowing it was what my father would have wanted me to do.

"My father found out just yesterday. He…he didn't know that it had been going on for the past year. I didn't get that far…to explain. We…um…nailed my window shut…so Jacob couldn't try to sneak in like he did almost every night." Tears were falling effortlessly down my already wet cheeks. I wiped them away with the back of my hand-sniffling.

"He wasn't always like this, you know? Jacob. He loved me once. Even use to protect me from anything that was remotely harmful...if you can believe that. I couldn't even walk on First Beach without him practically parting the sea so that there were no obstructions in my way…" I laughed aloud, softly; remembering how Jacob would pick up the stray pieces of drift-wood scattered over the sand like jax; me, the red-rubber ball tightly protected within his palm.

"I don't know when it went wrong, or when he changed, or why…I've been trying to figure that out now for the past year…I miss him though. Who he was. My best friend. And, now I'm just…afraid, deathly afraid."

I didn't want to divulge anymore to Tyler. I was a quiet person and a little embarrassed that I had said too much already. I didn't want to be judged neither. I didn't want him to think I was some masochist; that I enjoyed the abuse, the pain. Because, that was far from the truth. I was in fear…everyday. Because if Jacob wanted he would kill me, he would find a way. I couldn't just leave him, it didn't work like that. I was nothing more than a pawn, his pawn. To be sacrificed at his discretion, his will. I knew then-at that very moment-that no matter how far I ran…he would find me, and he wouldn't stop till I was his again. And, now that I was leaving? Well, that alone would just add another nail to my already partially closed casket; but, I was willing to accept that now that all I had was gone.

"You know, your father was a good man, Bella. I'm certain that he had every intention to end whatever it was that was going on. I'm so sorry this has happened to you, all of it. But, I think that you leaving, is good. It's what you need, a fresh start, a new chapter. I wish I would have gotten to know you, you are so much like Charlie it's scary…" He laughed quietly, " Just know that I cared for your father, still do. He was my mentor, and at times the father I never had. You were very lucky to have someone like him in your life...I'm really going to miss him." His voice became doused in deep-sadness. I could only nod my head, because the thought of having to miss my father would never register. I needed to get out of here, out of Forks. Before I finally broke down completely. Before Jacob hurt me with more than just burns or bruises.

"Tyler? I'd like to leave now. No, let me rephrase that…I need to leave now…please?"

With that he shook his head; took a deep breath and stood up. He looked me in the eyes and I could see the pain he was harboring in the depths of his ocher spheres. He seemed to be too young to have such a heavy burden of responsibility on his chest; such as that which came with his chosen position.

His pain was palpable as I fought back with all I had to keep it together, for him if not for me. But, when I saw that lone tear escape his glazed over eye, my walls caved in. My own hidden emotions barreling down a never ending spiral.

I stood with my face against the uniform of Officer Tyler Crowley. The musky-leathery scent of his pressed shirt and his body; so similar to my fathers. We stood that way for a good ten minutes-me, embraced in the uniformed strangers arms; a stranger whom had been closer to my father more than I had ever known. We cried together; for our loss, for a man that could never, and would never be replaced.

"Come on, its time to go." He said softly as we pulled away from each other; his hand lightly caressing the back of my head. It was a fatherly gesture, something my dad had done often. He led the way towards the door and I followed, with head held high. Ready for anything that awaited me...or, so that's what I wanted to believe.

First Quote: "Hurt" by Nine Inch Nails

Second Quote: "Decode" by Paramore

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