"Care to explain, Bella?" Jacob's voice was spiked with hate and anger. I couldn't answer. I couldn't speak.

"Okay, seeing as you don't want to speak, then, why don't I read out some of the things written in here to you? Let's see…" He started flicking through the pages of the precious book almost absentmindedly. The seconds ticked by, slowly.

"Ah, what about here." He began quoting from the book.

"It has been 524 days since Edward left, since I've been alive. I can't take it anymore. If he didn't love me, why did he bother with me? Was it merely a distraction? Who did I get involved with Jacob? Why doesn't he treat me like he used to? What have I done to deserve this? Tell me what I've done…"

Jacob flicked through the book again. He stopped at another page, and began quoting again.

"It has been 650 days since Edward left. Why am I bothering with life? No-one on earth cares for me, so why do I bother. Jacob wouldn't hurt if I was gone. Neither would Edward."

"So you still love Edward, then? Because, last time I looked, you loved me. Edward never loved you. He was a jerk, right from the beginning. You didn't love him, and you still don't. He was using you as a distraction. You know that, too."

The all too familiar hole in my chest was being properly gouged out. I started breathing heavily. I needed the oxygen. Why was he saying these things? Why did he need to? He knew that I did certainly not love him, and I definitely know that he doesn't love me. My head was spinning. I couldn't hear those words anymore. I just couldn't.

"This is going to be interesting." Jacob said, a smile in his voice, but most certainly not on his face. "Why don't you explain, Bella? I can see that you know why you did it, but I need to know too."

"Jacob, I- ." I tried to speak, but he interrupted me like he usually did.

"You know what? Don't bother, I'm sure you have a perfect excuse and I'm sure it was just about you. Of course it wasn't about anyone else. You never do anything for anyone else. You sit in this cupboard all day, feeling sorry for yourself. Do you know that while you do that, people are actually out, working? You have never done a decent days work in you're life I reckon."

I knew that. I knew that everything that he had just said was true.

"You know what? You're life isn't hard. You're life isn't hard at all. But from now on, I will try to make it a little bit more interesting." He stepped forward a little more, so he was right in my face, towering over me. "I just hope we don't have anymore slip-ups, for you're sake." He slapped me right across the face again, and laughed as I slid down the wall. Defeated.

It's been about half and hour since Jacob found my diary. I haven't moved from the spot. I'm still shaking. Jacob left the house. I don't know (Or care) where he has gone. I'm glad that he went out. That means I can compose myself before he get's back.

What happens next? I wondered. What is supposed to happen next? Do we just continue to act like we normally did? Smile and act like loved-up teenagers whenever we went out in public. Cuddle on the couch whenever someone came round to visit? I didn't think I could do that anymore. Why should I? A voice in the back of my head asked. Why should I suffer? Shouldn't I just tell someone?

No! Another voice popped into my head. It was Jacob's. I knew it was right. I knew that, if I told anyone, then no-one would believe me. I was just the wife, the one who gets no opinion. But wait, I shouldn't be a wife. I only just got out of School for crying out loud! I haven't even gone to university! I shouldn't be here!

My fear turned into anger. How had I let him take control, like I was some kind of pet? How had I done that? He is younger than me! I should have been stronger in the past. Strong enough to say "no".

I picked myself up off the floor and ran into the cupboard that I called home. I picked up a Berol marker pen off the desk and wrote in my precious book.

How could you do it? I never saw it coming. I need an ending. Why can't you stay, just long enough to explain?

They were the words to a song I knew.

I hate my life. I need it to end.

That was it. I needed it to end.