I woke up around midday. Jacob was still there, still stroking my hair. "Mornin' Bells" he said, smiling down at me. "Good morning…" I said cautiously, thinking about how I needed to get home. Needed to make Edward feel better about what he did to me. "Bella, I'm not letting you go back…not after this." He said firmly. He was right. I didn't feel safe and I probably wasn't.

I should stay with Jake. He was safe. I looked up at him and smiled softly. "I'll stay. But only if you get some rest." He tried to argue that he wasn't tired, but he couldn't keep his eyes open anymore. He drifted off as I left the room.

I went downstairs to the kitchen. Charlie had left for work and thankfully hadn't noticed me here. I caught a glimpse of my face in the mirror in the foyer and assessed the damage. It wasn't so bad, slightly bruised, my lip slightly swollen. I sighed as I remembered how my face got this way. I blinked away tears and rushed to the kitchen.

Bacon, eggs, sausages, toast. I was cooking up a big feast for Jacob, knowing how much he eats, I wouldn't get any of it. I wanted to thank him for being there for me last night. It was a small insignificant gesture, but it was all I could give him for now. I made a tray of food and carried it steadily up to my bedroom.

I nudged the door open with my knee, holding the heavy tray with both hands. Smash. I dropped the tray on the floor, ran down the stairs and down the block, jumping in my truck. Jacob had jumped out the window. I knew where he was going. To Edward.

"You stupid piece of junk" I slammed my foot on the accelerator, trying to get my truck to move as fast as possible. I knew I had very little time. I was pulling into the Cullen's driveway and speeding up to the house. Jacob was shaking violently screaming at Edward, his voice echoing through the trees.

"Jacob! Jacob stop!" Edward sat there, willingly accepting Jake's verbal attack and any physical one that was to come. Edward saw me. He gazed up at me with a deep, sorrowful look. He was sorry. So sorry. "Don't you dare even look at her, you filthy bloodsucker!" He screamed, growing increasingly angry.

"Bella, get out of here." He spat in a lower, less harsh tone. "Bella, I'm sorry. I'm beyond sorry." Sighed Edward. He got up to approach me, when Jacob slammed his heavy hand onto Edwards chest. "You take another step near her and I'll fucking kill you." "Good. It's what I deserve." Jacob was about to phase. About to rip Edward to pieces when I ran to him.

I slammed my body into his, crying into his chest. "Don't." I said, as loudly as I could through my sobs. "Please, for me, just don't" His body was on fire, burning with absolute rage. "I'm coming with you, just don't…" He relaxed. "Get in the truck, Bella." He said calmly. I followed his orders, turning back to look at Edward as the tears rolled down my cheek. Jacob climbed in the driver's sea and I turned back. "Just give me a second…please" I said as I walked back towards Edward, not giving Jake the opportunity to reply.

There I was, face-to-face with Edward for the first time since the…altercation. He couldn't even look at me, so pained by his actions that evening. "Bella, go with Jacob. He can keep you safe. I can't, evidently." "I'm not coming back anytime soon…I can't. I love you, Edward, but…I can't…" I wanted to kiss him. Give him some sort of reassurance that I still loved him, that I was coming back, but I couldn't.

Kissing Edward didn't feel right anymore. At least not right now. I jumped in my truck and drove away with Jacob. We went back to Charlie's in a hurry. I wanted to clean up the mess and any other trace of me there. We sat in the living room somewhat uncomfortable after we had finished. "That's it. I'm taking you back to my place." He grabbed my hand and pulled me out the door.

"I'm hungry" said Jacob shortly after my stomach grumbled. It was nice being with someone who needed to eat too. I felt less like a burden. It was about 5pm when we finally got back to his place. Perfect time for dinner. I should've known that I'd be unable to cook anything since the house was lived in by two males. Billy, however, wasn't home.

My dad had picked him up after he finished his shift so they could watch the game. We were alone. "Bells, I'm going to order us a couple of pizzas, is that okay?" "It's not a home cooked meal, but sure. We're eating off plates like civilised human beings though." He smiled. "Sure, sure."

I struggled to fit two slices into my stomach. Jacob had already consumed two pizzas and was now starting on mine. I watched him as he wolfed down slice after slice in awe. Although, truthfully, it had been a while since I sat and had dinner with a guy. Well, since one ate with me. When we finished off, we went to go wash our plates in the sink. I filled it full of water and detergent.

There were dishes piled up from last night here two. Typical men. I got to work, Jacob helping slightly. I watched as my big silver ring splashed in and out of the soapy water. "Maybe you should stay here for a while longer. Me and Billy could use a maid. And a chef I suppose" Said Jacob, teasingly. I splashed a handful of warm soapy water right in his face. "Oh that was a dumb move." He said, scooping a glass into the water and pouring the contents on my head.

We splashed each other repeatedly, laughing and teasing. My troubles slipping away, much like my wedding ring, right off my finger. Maybe it was all the slippery soap in the water, or maybe it was me, but it was off and I didn't really care to put it back on. The sink was empty now. Water everywhere, mostly on me. I was cold now. We paused for a minute, staring each other in the eye. Our faces close, maybe too close, but certainly getting closer. I was leaning up against the sink, unable to back away. It would be Jacob's fault really.

He pressed his burning body against me, the heat felt incredible. I could feel his heart pounding hard against my body, making mine do the same. Closer and closer. His warm hands met with my hips and slid slowly down my thighs. I trembled at the feel of his touch, wanting more and more. His hands slipped round to the back of my thighs, and he pulled me up with tremendous force, sitting me down on the counter. He shifted between my thighs. Closer. His lips brushed against mine, causing tingles to run up my legs and all over my body. The butterflies were back, this time more intense.

He reached behind me, keeping my gaze. Splash. He had poured yet another glass of water down the front of me. "Gotcha last!" He yelled. I slumped down on the sink, a little disappointed, but couldn't help but smile. "Here" said Jacob, handing me a towel and another of his sweat shirts. "Shower is just through there."

My shower was oddly therapeutic. I thought about Edward, how he left me, how he hurt me, how to be with him would cost me my life in some shape or form, and the quilt washed away. I felt no guilt in spending time with Jacob. He was a friend. My best friend.

I got out of the shower and put on the shirt. It wasn't as long as the other one, but it would do. I walked into the living room where Jake was watching TV. He looked up as he heard me enter, eyes bulging out of his head. "Oh uhh, Bella…you look hot…" He said, scrambling to form a sentence. I blushed uncontrollably, tugging the shirt down to cover more of my thighs. "Do you think you can get me a longer one?" "Nope." He said simply, smiling his cheeky smile. "Argh, fine" I said walking over to the couch. I was shivering, still damp from my shower.

"Come here" He said shaking his head at me. "I can't help it, I don't have the wolf gene." I snuggled into him closely. God that's better. I thought as I soaked up his warmth. He pulled my legs up onto his lap and began to rub my feet. "Mmmmm…" I let myself relax further into him, feeling completely at ease. He looked at me tensely, judging to see if I was okay with him touching me. His hands slid up my legs, my thighs, warming my whole body up. I sighed softly as his hands slid further up my body, my hips, my waist.

He lifted me and sat me on his lap facing him. He pulled the neck hole of the shirt to one side and began kissing up my shoulder towards my neck. I gasped as the touch of his hot lips sent bolts of electricity through my body. He continued up my neck, his hot breath tickling my skin. It felt amazing. I wanted more. I needed it.

I pulled his face up to mine and kissed him hard, passionately, forcefully. He kissed back harder, sliding his hands up the back of my shirt and pulling it off me. He lifted me off the couch with him and carried me back to his bedroom, laying me down on the bed.

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