"I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry. You have to believe me, nothing happened! Please Edward, please…" I pleaded with him, cupping his ice cold hands in mine. "I know…" He said with a small smile. "I realised I shouldn't have gone over there. You wanted your space…" "Oh Edward, I'm so sorry for how I've acted lately…" I sat up on the bed and stared him in the eye. "I love you, Edward. I always have." He didn't respond. He kissed me softly, but I kissed him harder. I wanted him. He kissed back harder. So hard I fell back on the bed. I relaxed, surrendering to the passion. He tore off his shirt followed by mine, his cold hands travelled my body, pressing against me hard. Bruising me. The hardness of the kiss bruising my lips. It got more and more intense, his tooth scratching my bottom lip. Blood. A small amount, but enough to send him wild. I knew it was coming. I screamed loud hoping someone would come to help. Emmett was there before I could finish my muffled scream, pulling Edward off me. "Get out of here Bella! Go find Carlisle!" Emmett yelled he struggled to hold Edward down.

I ran down the hallway, terrified, cold, half-naked. I decided it wasn't a good idea to get near Jasper in my state. I ran into the bathroom. Carlisle was behind me in seconds, pulling me around to face him. "Bella, relax. You're safe." I flinched at his cool touch, remembering Edwards a few minutes ago. "I'm not going to hurt you Bella, please let me check it out." I looked up at him, trembling in fear. "It's just a scratch, you'll be fine. No venom seems to have gotten into the wound." I didn't care about the superficial wounds on my body, I cared about the fact that my husband did this to me. The man I loved. That hurt so much more. Carlisle dabbed the cut on my lip with a damp towel and covered me with a warm towel. After I was cleaned up, I went to Alice's wardrobe and packed a bag full of clothes. "Bella sweetheart, wait. Don't go driving in this state" Carlisle said, pleading with me. I would've laughed at his suggestion that I'd be safer here if I wasn't so shaken up. I brushed passed him, ignoring his plea. I jumped in my truck and sped off.

I didn't know where I was going. I just drove. I wanted to get far away from Edward. I knew he would feel terrible at this point, but I was too scared to console him. Scared of my own husband. My truck pulled into Jacob's driveway. I cut the engine and sat there. What was I doing here? I can't go running to Jacob now. Not after last time. I wasn't going to use him like this. I reversed out and headed towards Forks. Back to Charlie's for the night. I parked my truck about a block away from the house. It was late and I didn't want to wake Charlie. I didn't want him to see me in this state. I quietly fiddled with my keys and opened the door. I snuck quietly up to my old bedroom and sunk my head into my pillow, crying.

I had been crying for a good hour now, sobbing violently into my pillow. I wasn't safe in my home with my husband, and I couldn't use Jacob as my safety blanket anymore. It wasn't fair, even if he was all I wanted right now. Thud. I jumped, frightened by the loud noise of something landing on my bedroom floor. Edward's here. I tensed in fear, hiding deeper in the softness of my pillow. Warmth. A warm, large hand was placed gently on my back. "Hey, hey, hey, Bella, what's wrong" Jacob. It was Jacob. I sprung up out of the folds of my blankets, ignoring the pain of my bruises and hugged him tightly. He wrapped his arms around me tightly pulling me closer to him. Closer to the warmth. I winced in pain at the feeling of his hard muscular arms pressing into my bruised sides. He immediately released me. "Bella, what's wrong?" He lifted my shirt slightly and I swatted him away, embarrassed by the marks. He ignored my aversion to his actions and slid the shirt up gently again. His eyes looked like they were about to pop out of his head. His hand grew hotter against my skin as his breathing became more laboured. "Did he do this to you? Did he hurt you? I'll fucking kill him!" I have never heard Jacob so mad in my life. I tried to soothe him before he did something irrational. "Jake, calm down. It was an accident. Please, leave it." "Leave it! Oh no, I'm going to rip him apart." He headed towards the window, preparing to jump. "Jake please! I need you right now. Please don't go…" His body relaxed as he turned around to face me. "I'm here Bells. I'm not going anywhere, not ever." He wasn't just talking about tonight.

We lay in bed together all night, my head resting on Jacob's warm chest with his arms wrapped snuggly around my body. I have never felt safer in all my life. He told me stories from when he was a kid, about the time he and Quil first went cliff diving together and how Quil pushed him in when he wasn't brave enough to jump on his own. About having Christmas dinner with the Clearwaters and Leah getting furious every time she didn't get the bigger half of the cracker. About his mother… "My mother was a beautiful woman…really beautiful. She and I were really close." He chuckled a little bit. "Yeah, I was a Momma's boy, I know, She was just…fun. Never really took life seriously." "Do you miss her…?" "Every day." He responded, swallowing hard. I squeezed him tighter. "I wish I had of met her…" I said, honestly. "She would've liked you." "Really? Why?" "Because you like me. Common interests and such." He said with a cheeky grin. I punched him playfully in the chest. "Don't hurt yourself, Bells" He said, still smiling. He took my hand and brought it to his lips, kissing it gently. His lips were so soft and warm. Healing almost. Almost like they were capable of taking away my pain tonight. I pulled myself up slightly, face-to-face with Jacob and stared into his dark comforting eyes. I inched my face closer, entranced by his eyes looking deep into mine. I felt his hand slide up my body as he reached to my face. It made me warm all over, butterflies fluttering hard in my stomach. He gently pulled my face closer to his with his palm. Closer, closer, closer. "Bella…" He said, turning his head away. "You're upset." I looked at him, pulling his face back to face me. "No, I want you Jacob. I thought you wanted me…" "Oh Bella, I do. More than you could imagine" He said, almost irritated, "But I will not take advantage of you. I'll never do that." I settled back onto his chest, finding solace in the fact that he was considering how I would probably feel tomorrow if we did kiss. My eyes felt heavy now, I could hardly open them anymore.

Jacob stayed with me all night, stroking my hair and kissing my forehead while I slept. It didn't feel wrong. It felt right, so right. I relaxed and fell asleep in his warm, comforting arms, not considering how bad tomorrow might be when Jacob finds Edward, or what I was going to do when I saw Edward. I was here, with Jacob, and that's where I belonged. For now.

Please review! I'd really like to know where I can improve with my plot.