*Note: I know it has been far too long, and I feel terrible for making all of you wait! I've been dealing with a lot lately family deaths, no internet, etc. I hope this will make it up to you (or at least keep you from killing me). Again, I sincerely apologize for the lengthy delay in chapters. Thank you for the continuing reviews and emails that i'm getting, they are lovely. I try to reply to each one, if I ever missed you i'm sorry. I hope you enjoy this chapter, even though it's a bit short :)
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-Chapter 10- "Feeling way too damn good...at first"
Bella woke up with the sun shining warm on her face. She smiled to herself as she remembered the events of last night, but then winced when the sore muscles and bruises kicked in.
"Ouch," Bella whined as she turned over on her side.
"Hope I didn't put you out of commission for too long. I could really go again."
Bella opened one eye slowly and nearly drooled. Jacob was leaning casually against the doorframe with his hands tucked into a faded pair of jeans. His hair hung wet on his shoulders and chest.
He must have just taken a shower.
Small drops of water were rolling from the ends of his hair down his tanned skin and disappearing on the wasteline of his jeans. He was making her thirsty.
Speaking of jeans...Bella just realized she was naked.
She sat up quickly, clutching the quilt to her chest and looked around the room.
"Uh, Jake," Bella said curiously, "Where are my clothes?"
Jacob laughed and dismissed her question with a wave of his hand. He closed the door, and his bare feet padded across the wood floor as he came to sit on the edge of his bed.
"You don't need clothes, Bells."
Bella stared at him flatly.
"I need my clothes Jacob Black."
"Well that's tough," Jacob said casually and receiving a raised eyebrow from Bella.
"Why's that?" She replied.
Jacob shrugged, "Because they are in the washer."
Bella's eyes bulged from her skull.
"Real perfect Jacob! Now what do you expect me to wear?" She fumed.
Jacob smirked and opened his mouth to issue a smart ass reply, but never got the chance. The bedroom door swung open nearly causing Bella to jump out of her skin.
"Sorry i've been gone so long son, me and Charlie were really catching some serious fish and-" Billy stopped speaking and gawked at the spectacle in front of him. Jacob's eyes were wide as saucers, and Bella was the darkest shade of red that any human could possibly be.
"Hey Billy!" Came a deeper voice from down the hall followed by heavy, bootclad footsteps.
FUCK! CHARLIE!
A squeak came from Bella as she looked around the room frantically for a place to hide herself.
But it was too late. Charlie's smile disappeared from his face and his mouth closed. All Bella could do was shift nervously around behind Jacob's form and force a small smile.
"Hi dad," Bella said in a small voice.
Billy looked up at Charlie's face, cleared his throat, and backed his wheelchair out of the room. Then he quickly retreated down the hallway. Charlie stood there in shock for a few more seconds.
"Well uh...yep," Charlie then turned, looking much like a soldier, and stumbled down the hallway behind Billy.
It was almost like Jacob had been electrocuted as he got up quickly and slammed the door. Bella heard the lock "click" safely, and then she shifted her teary eyes to Jacob's shocked face.
"Well, thank God it wasn't akward," Jacob said and smiled nervously.
"I feel like i'm going to throw up," Bella said grabbing the quilt tightly around her and standing up. She then made her way to the bathroom which was right outside Jacob's bedroom, slamming the door behind her.
Jacob sighed and rubbed his face with his hands.
"Great." Jacob mumbled to himself.
He walked over to the window and looked outside. It was sunny. Light was pouring over everything in his yard, and he could swear that there wasn't a shadow anywhere to be seen. Something white caught his attention.
It was a small piece of paper taped to his window. He scrunched his forehead in confusion, unlocked his window, slid the glass upward and grabbed the paper.
It was thin, almost like tissue, and folded twice.
This better not be Quil telling me he taped me having sex last night. I'll kill him.
But the bit of writing that he could see through the folds didn't look like Quils. Jacob unfolded it and smoothed it out. Jacob's gut clenched tightly.
The writing was elegant and thin. It appeared to be centuries old, but the words written on it were a new threat.
Consider the treaty broken. -E.C.
Jacob knew this was too good to be true. He crumpled the note up in his hand.
"If the leech wants a fucking war, then that's what he'll get."
Slinging the ball of paper angrily on the floor, Jacob stormed out of the room. He didn't even bother with shoes or a shirt, he had a feeling he wouldn't even need them.
*Bellas POV*
She felt like shit.
Charlie, her father, her caregiver, had just seen her naked in a boy's house...better yet in a boy's bed!
She knew that Charlie would more than likely murder her when she got home. Bella looked down at the toilet, and flushed the contents of her stomach down.
Bella cracked the bathroom door slightly and peeked out to make sure that Billy and Charlie weren't anywhere around.
Not like it would matter now.
Bella thought.
After making sure it was safe, she shuffled across the hall. The quilt kept getting wrapped around her feet and she was surprised that she didn't fall.
"Jake?" Bella said and looked around the room dumbfounded.
Where'd he go?
Shrugging, Bella sat down on the bed with a sigh. Just as she was about to start thinking of a way to talk to Charlie, she noticed a balled up piece of paper on the floor. Bella knew that she shouldn't be nosey, but she bent down and picked it up anyway.
She tried the best she could to smooth out the deep creases so she could read the elegant script written across the paper.
Bella's heart stopped.
No fucking way. Shit shit shit... Bella chanted in her head as she stood up and frantically looked for something to wear.
She scurried over to Jacob's closet and grabbed an olive colored t-shirt and a pair of drawstring gym shorts. They looked like pants on her, but at least she was clothed.
"I've gotta stop this," Bella said while she slid on her shoes and ran quickly out the door.