A/N: Will contain graphic sexual content and extremely vulgar language within the story. If this offends you, please do not read. I don't mean to disrespect the site or its moderators but trying to edit out all the lemony parts and revising the writing to make it fit without them was too time-consuming.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Everything belongs to Stephenie Meyer, the creator of Twilight.

Bella stared hard at Jake and didn't move.

Eventually, he lowered his arms and chuckled.

"So, you are pissed at me?"

He watched her hopefully, looking for any sign, any indication that this indeed bother her.

She shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly, still staring blankly up at him.

"Why would I be, Jacob? What you choose to do, or who, in your spare time is of no concern to me. You're an adult, you can do as you like."

And with that, she turned and peered out into the forest once again.

Jake glared at her, wondering just what it was going to take to finally make her take notice, to care. He had been through everyone he could think of that might rankle her. Lauren Mallory had been the absolute worst fuck of his life, with all of her fake moaning straight out of a bad 80's porno and her nasty ass body. He never thought he'd like hair on a woman but shit, he wished she had had some, to cover up the disgusting excuse for a pussy the whore had. This way he wouldn't have had to look at it. He didn't even want to stick his dick near it. He jerked off mostly, watching her as he made her play with herself, making sure to keep his eyes on hers and not her fingers working in and out of that well worn bottomless pit of a snatch. And then when he got close, only then did he put a condom on and finish the job. He made sure to double up. He ended up thrusting into that black toxic hole a few times, hard and not caring about her painful whimpers (as worn out and stretched as she was he was still big for her, a little too big) before shooting his boys into the latex covering and pulling back out, immediately hurrying to the bathroom to perform the latest Hazmat removal procedure of the condemned prophylactic. It had been pure hell resisting jumping straight into the shower and scrubbing his body until he was raw. He capitulated, though, and did clean his lower half, the thought of that nasty pussy's scent anywhere near his beloved dick and nuts tormenting him, making it too much to bear. Ugh.

Still, Bella had not shown a lick of caring. Jessica Stanley, a couple of Ness' friends from the high school, and some of the girls from the reservation added to his belt and still, nothing. He had even gone so far as to seduce Angela Weber (much to her husband's chagrin) and still, not one ounce of emotion.

He ran through all of the humans and even some random ones but nothing more than the brief flicker of pain he saw shadow across her immortal features but no further acknowledgement. He then switched to the supernatural, thinking that might just elicit a reaction. But, three vampires and one she-wolf later and still nothing. What the fuck did it take? He thought for sure Leah would have done it for her. Even the one that still drooled after Edward (that had been an interesting one) that came down from Alaska, Tanya or something or other. Hell, even her bitch of a sister-in-law and still, fucking nothing. She didn't even fucking tell Emmett. Or even Edward. She just truly didn't care. That realization pushed him to drown his sorrows in any booze he could find and the Holman twins he had met that night in the bar that assisted his search.

She just didn't give a shit.

And she never would.

He turned his tight dark eyes back onto the woods as well, knowing that again he had failed to arouse some semblance of a response from her.

"Waiting for him again, are you?"

She shrugged again.

Did she care about anything?

"He's at the hospital with Carlisle. Carlisle needed his help on a particularly difficult case."

Jake snorted. He didn't really give a shit.

"That's nice. So, he's off playing doctor and you're what, here waiting like the good housewife for her husband to return home from a hard day at work, with martini in hand?"

Bella turned to face him, a brow quirked.

This time he shrugged.

She turned back to the forest.

After a few minutes of silence, Jake had had enough.

"I'm out. Talk to you later, Bells."

He turned and began to walk away.

"Jake."

He stopped and turned around to find her staring at him.

"I don't know...exactly what's going on with you, but...I would prefer it if you could shower before coming here after your time with your...friends."

He raised an eyebrow, smirking.

"Why is that, Bella?

She didn't bat an eye.

"The smell...mixed in with yours...isn't very pleasant. I would appreciate it if you would be more considerate of us in the future, particularly Renesmee."

His smirk faded and he glared at her.

"Why the fuck should I give a shit about her?"

This time Bella winced.

Jake stalked forward dangerously, his arms beginning to shake.

"Or any of you for that matter?"

He was pissed. She didn't give a shit what she had done to him, what all of this had done to him, but she was worried about her precious daughter's sensitive nasal passages, her feelings. Typical.

She stared up at him pleadingly.

"No one said you should. However, seeing as she's your imprint and you want to keep her safe, keep her happy, I would think her feelings might register somewhere in that stubborn head of yours."

He moved closer.

"Wrong. My feelings didn't register when she started fucking around on me."

Bella winced again.

"That was before you were togeth-"

"Wrong!" He started snarling at her, the fury rolling through his shoulders, his frame rocked with tremors. "She was always mine, Bella! Always mine! And she knew that! But instead, she fucking hung me out to dry! Like mother, like daughter! The one piece of you I was allowed to have after that fucking bloodsucker took everything and even it fucked me over!"

Bella's expression didn't change.

They stared at each other for the longest time, him shaking and glaring, her forlorn and unmoving.

Eventually, she turned back to the trees.

"I'm sorry you feel that way, Jacob."

He snorted.

"Yeah. It's me, always been me. Right, Bella? You never played any part in that. Ever."

She didn't respond and he snorted again.

"Right. Whatever."

He began to walk away but stopped and turned around.

"Oh and Bella?"

She still didn't move, still didn't reply.

"I'll continue to fuck who I please and rub it in whoever's damn face I want. If you're so worried about your daughter and her goddamn fragile feelings, maybe you should teach her to keep her legs shut."

Still nothing.

"She's nothing but a fucking whore! A whore just like her goddamn mother!"

And yet again...nothing.

Where was the overprotective mother he had been expecting? The Bella he knew would have beat the shit out of him just for swearing and using such filthy words, never mind for insulting her or her daughter. Had marrying her leech and becoming a bloodsucker herself cheated him out of even that last bit of her?

And then she did the damndest thing.

In a whisper of movement, she was gone.

She was...running? From him? Or from the hateful words he had spewed at her?

The rage he had felt mere moments ago, the hatred that had been bubbling at the surface and spilling over, receded back into its dark recesses of his heart. He felt the familiar ache in his chest, the farther and farther she got from him.

He took a deep breath.

He knew he would regret this. But, he couldn't stop himself if he tried.

He stripped himself of his shorts, fastened it to his ankle with the cord and phased.

He caught her sickly scent, even more potent to him in this form, and took off after her.