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Chapter 10

Bella had difficulty falling asleep that night after the movie, not because of her fear of having nightmares, but because for the first time, she didn't want to let go of such an amazing night she had with Edward. Granted there were times she felt the need to break apart-like the time she confessed her past to Edward-but those times seemed to only make her stronger. She had told him and she got through it with Edward still in her life. He wasn't running away and that surprised Bella more than anything else. This was the first night she had actually wanted to fall asleep; the first night she wasn't going to bed with fear. Edward was her boyfriend now, something she definitely never imagined happening in her life, not after what Jacob did. But even when her life wasn't messed up, she never dreamed that Edward would want to be with her. With her thougths swimming around Edward, she slowed drifted off to sleep, anticipating a good night's sleep for the first time in years.

-When she opened her eyes, she found herself back at the park where Edward and Bella had been during their date. What was different this time, was she was not in the gazebo with him but she was merely a visitor; almost like a voyer on her own date. She could see herself with Edward's arms around her, keeping her safe from the noises that had been coming from the bush. This perspective gave her the chance to take int he scenary; afterall, she had lived through this date. She knew what was going on with her and Edward. The noises behind that bush had caught her attention, even when she was actually there earlier in the night. They had assumed it was the wind but now, she could see for herself what was causing the ruffling noises. It couldn't have been the wind, Bella thought. She made her way around the gazebo, taking a slight glance over at herself with Edward; surprised at how happy she looked with him. It put a smile on her face to see herself feeling so alive. Another ruffling noise came from behind the bushes and instantly caught Bella's attention once again. She continued her pursuit in its direction, the curiosity taking the best of her. When she turned the corner, she was surprised and taken back by what she had seen. It had been Jacob. He stood there, crouched over, not noticing Bella staring at him which made her more aware that she was a simple bystander. She watched him as anger crept over his face over the scene unfolding before him...as he heard every word that was said. Realization took over Bella; Jacob had been there. He heard her...-

Bella shot up from the bed; the realization she had in her dream had caused her to wake up and for that she was thankful. She couldn't believe what her dream had showed her; it couldn't be real. It had to be a dream. But what if it wasn't just a dream? Bella thought. She couldn't imagine what would happen if Jacob knew others knew about what he did. What surprised her the most was the feeling which followed her concern;for so long she feared confessing his crime not knowing what he would be capable of. However, instead of being scared...she felt quite the oppsite. She sat there, anger taking over her. She was tired of Jacob having so much control over her life. This was unacceptable. She wasn't going to sit back and let Jacob hurt the people she cared about; he wouldn't let him hurt her anymore than he already had. With her determination, Bella quietly got up and put her bags together. She was going to go home and deal with this before anyone else could get hurt. Thankfully, everyone was still asleep so she wouldn't have to make excuses for her sudden exit. She took a two pieces of paper and addressed them to Alice and to Edward. She knew she would still see them at school, taking into consideration that nothing bad happened when she would finally deal with Jacob. She left both notes on Alice's nightstand and headed out the bedroom door as quietly as she could, having everything she needed. She quietly headed down the stairs..noticing a faint light shining from somone's bedroom, remembering it had been the same room Edward had been in earlier. Bella realized there was a fairly big chance that Edward was awake, which meant she needed to be extra quiet as she made it to the front door. Before reaching for the door knob, something else hit her. If Jacob really did follow her last night during her date with Edward, then he must know she was at the house in that moment. There was a chance he was somewhere near by; waiting for his chance to strike again. Bella took out her cell phone, ready to test her theory of him being near by and went back into one of his previous threatening messages and hit respond.

-I know you've been following me Jacob...but you're getting sloppy...you never even saw me leave the Cullen house.-She hit send and looked out the window-making sure she wasn't noticed-and waited to see if she would see anything which proved her suspicions to be correct. A minute later, she noticed headlights turn on from the corner, not too far from the house and a motorcycle take off in the opposite direction. .The bike looked just like Jacob's...could he really have been there the entire time? Just the thought of him being there, watching over Edward's house made her angry. Despite her anger, Bella managed to keep a level head. Bella was thankful she had parked her truck in the Cullen's garage, otherwise Jacob would have never believed her message. Now she just needed to figure out how she was going to get home without risking running into Jacob, who was probably on his way to Bella's house to stalk her there.

"Bella?" An unexpected voice startled Bella as she stood looking out the window. She turned around to find Rosalie standing there with a confused look on her face.

"Hey Rosalie...what are you doing up?" Bella asked, trying to play off the situation and avoid her questions.

"Couldn't sleep...and you? Where are you going?" Rosalie looked at Bella suspiciously.

"My dad messaged me asking me to head home...my truck won't start though, so I'm trying to figure out how to get back," Bella told her, hoping that maybe, just maybe Rosalie wouldn't be too against taking her back.

"Well I can't sleep anyway, I'll take you," Rosalie told her and quickly headed up the stairs to get her keys. After a minute, Rosalie was back and opening the door to get to her car. Bella was cautious the entire time the two made their way to Rosalie's car. Instinctively, Bella crouched down in the seat, making sure she could not be seen; Rosalie just tried to ignore Bella's wierd behavior which was something she was used to doing.

When they finally reached Bella's street, follwing the directions Bella had been giving Rosalie, she noticed the motorcycle parked nearby...Jacob sitting on it glaring at Bella's house.

"Rose, stop here for a second?" Bella asked her and she did as she was asked. The sooner Bella was out of the car, the happier Rosalie would be. She still hadn't taken much liking to Bella as she thought the bet was still in play and Bella was clearly not important. Bella took her phone out once again and went to sent Jacob another message. She needed to buy herself some time to get ready to face him.

-Silly Jacob...thinking I would really go to the one place it'd be easy for you to find me...you're really losing your touch-She sent him the mocking message and watched as within an instant, he was taking his phone out to view the incoming text message. Bella sat and watched as the fury spread across Jacob's face. He revved his engine, and took off. He passed Rosalie's car without any glances in their direction which gave Bella a sense of relief. She was able to successfully buy herself extra time before facing him. In that time, she needed to find a way to prove what Jacob did to her and finally get her life back. No more worries about Jacob hurting her or anyone else she cared about. However, with all the time that went by, she couldn't prove his crime; there was no evidence. Just Bella's word against Jacob's who was good at manipulating everyone. The only person to give her the advice she needed was her father, who of course was not wasn't surprised though.

"I'm house is just two doors down on the left..." Bella told Rosalie who instantly started the movement again, annoyed that Bella had made her stop for nothing.

"Well, here you are." Rosalie said as she parked in Bella's driveway. Not a second later, Bella was rushing out of the car and running towards her door, shouting thank you to Rosalie for the ride. This obviously annoyed Rosalie even more than being stuck in a car with Bella. she drove back to the Cullen house anry and not in the mood to talk to anyone about Bella as the main topic.

When Bella was inside, she locked the door behind her, baracading it and every other entrance possible. She then made sure all the windows were locked and curtains were blocking any exposure into the house itself so that Jacob could not peep around. The next step was to check her room; in case he was already inside waiting for her like in her dream; then Charlie's room, bathroom, kitchen the office and laundry room. Once every possible area was double checked, Bella grabbed her cell phone and went into the laundry room-the one room she felt as though she could be safe in from being seen or heard-and called Charlie.

"Chief Swan." Charlie answered; he had answered his phone on the first ring. This made Bella think he wasn't as busy at the station as he always made it seem. Afterall, it was extremely late in the night and probably could be home protecting his daughter. But instead, he stayed far enough away from her.

"Hey dad..." Bella said, trying not to give any indication to something being wrong.

"Bella?' Charlie was confused. Bella never called him, especially this late. "Shouldn't you be asleep?"

"I couldn't sleep but I wanted to let you know I was back home..." she started. She wanted to continue but hesitated; unsure of how her dad would interpret the information she was seeking.

"That all?" He asked, not seeming too interested. He and Bella rarely spoke in the last few years. Things changed when she closed herself off from everyone else. Now she was regretting even more pushing her own father away.

"Not exactly...I was hoping to ask you something, if you're not too busy?"

"Alright, I'm all ears Bella," he told her, unable to hide his curiosity towards this new and unexpected communication.

"Ok, well I've been reading this book on mystery and I'm trying to figure out how people would prove someone committed a crime when there is no longer any evidence existing to support it and after waiting a while before reporting it..." Before she could continue, Charlie cut her off.

"Bells, can't you just keep reading in the book to see what they do to solve that problem?" he seemed annoyed, as though he had better things to do.

"Because I'm impatient and want to try to figure it out...would a confession be the best way?" Bella pursued. If she could get Jacob to confess...then no one can say she was lying after all this time.

"If there was no evidence what so ever and the report came in a long time after the crime was committed...your best bet would be a confession, if you can get one. There are other ways, but that's what I would go for.." he told her, eager for the conversation to be over.

"Ok thanks dad," she said and after that, their conversation ended. That had been the longest conversation she and Charlie had in the last few years. She knew she needed a confession out of Jacob...and the only way to keep record of it was with a tape recorder. Bella had two. She quickly went to her room to get them..she hid one in her room and hid the other in her pocket-making sure there was no way to tell it was there-so that she could make sure she got a confession no matter where it was...in her room or somewhere else, she was determined to get one out of him. Once she had everything where it needed to be, Bella sat down on the floor to take afew moments to herself. She was about to do something she may very well regret; she had no way of knowing if her plan would even work. But it had to happen and it had to happen tonight, before anyone at the Cullen house knew she left and came looking.

She thought of Charlie. She thought of the terrible place their relationship had been in over the years and it was all her fault. Of all the people to shut out, she should not have shut out her own father. He saw what was going on with her; he wanted to help. But because it was Jacob and because of Billy, his father, Bella couldn't bring herself to tell him. He'd probably deny Jacob being capable of doing such a thing. But tonight, she would prove Jacob is not the good guy everyone out there thinks he is.

She thought of Alice; of how sweet she had been to Bella when she didn't even know her. She thought of how close they had gotten over just a weekend; something that seemed impossible to Bella. She never knew she would be able to open up to anyone; the fear Jacob had caused and planted into her life had taken her over but Alice was part of giving Bella a new sense of control and freedom. No more hiding. She cared about Alice and would not allow for Alice to spend one moment alone with Bella with Jacob out there watching and waiting. It was too risky.

She then thought of Edward; her new boyfriend...someone who actually gave her a sense of comfort and security. It was so easy to just be with him. So easy to forget about all the troubles; which played such a big role in why Bella was able to tell him the truth about her past. Unfortunately, that conversation should not have been had at the park because now, because Bella wasn't being on the look out, Jacob most likely knew everything. All the more reason Bella needed to settle things with Jacob once and for all. She just hoped she would be able to keep this determination and courage flowing through her. Otherwise, things would not turn out the way it was meant to.

Holding on to that courage, she took her phone out and noticed a text message waiting for her. It was from the unknown number which proved, time and time again, to be Jacob.

-I will find you Isabella! Wherever you are hiding! I will find you!-she read. This only fueled Bella's anger and need to bring him to her location and settle this. Before answering, she took away the furniture she had used to block the front door; leaving it accessible for him but still kept it locked. Maybe he'd be dumb enough to break in, just adding to the proof that he came here in search of something. Once she moved it, she went to reply to his message.

-Come and get me Jacob Black!-she hit reply; a slight feeling of regretting quickly washing over her. She didn't want to feel this way; she needed to stay strong for herself. She made her way to her bedroom, where she would wait until he showed up, which she knew he would. Close to her bed, she had pieces of wood she found in the garage; Charlie had been working on building something only Bella had other ideas for the wood. If needed, she would use it to defend herself. She had planted a few pieces throughout different corners of the house, along with pepper spray she kept in her pocket. She knew things would not be simple once she saw him. He'd come on a mission; and she would fight him. Someone was going to get hurt tonight. Bella intended on getting a confession out of Jacob one way or another.

Ten minutes later, she heard the sound of a bike's engine turning off; she thought maybe Jacob was finally here. Next, Bella heard the sound of the front door trying to be opened. The intensity and force behind it picked up when Jacob noticed it had been locked; he knew she was there. When he realized he could not get in through the front door...he stopped trying to break through it. He moved around the house seeking entrance, only to become more and more frustrated at the realization that each access point for him was denied. Bella's phone went off, which made her jump as she had not expected to get anything.

-Bad move Isabella...things may have played out differently if you hadn't made it difficult for me to get in the house!-It read. She took his threats as more reason to give her strength; of course, she knew anything that happened from that point would not be easy for her. But she wouldn't give up without a fight. The next second, the power went out. Crap! Bella thought. She had forgotten to lock the doors in the garage, which led her to believe Jacob made his way to the power box. Bella had difficulty adjusting to the darkness but she knew where everything was and would use this to her advantage. She heard a door being kicked in and fall as it went off its hinges. Good, Bella thought. More evidence that he broke into her house. She stood by her bed, watching the door, waiting for Jacob to finally find her. She heard as the footsteps grew louder and louder as they came closer to her door until finally, they stopped. Her door knob was now being twisted frantically but Jacob could not get it open. Resorting to the way he had entered the house in the first place, He kicked the door down, splitting it in half but Bella refused to be scared by his agression. He stood in the door way, staring at her through the darkness with a smirk planted across his face. Bella made sure her recorder was on and taking in every word that was said without him noticing.

"You've been a very bad girl Isabella," He menaced and lingered in the doorway.

"So sorry to disappoint!" She said sarcastically; she held her stance when she noticed the small steps he began to take to get closer to her.

"I thought I warned you what would happen if you opened that big mouth of yours..."he started, shaking his head at her. "I guess last time wasn't enough for you..."

"You mean when you raped me Jacob?" Bella continued, not showing fear. She needed him to say the words. He laughed at her.

"You deserved everything that you got that night," He said as he looked down. A moment later, he looked up at her through his eye lashes, his face portraying a look of evil. "Just like you will deserve everything you get tonight."

"You really think raping me all over again will get you somewhere Jacob?" Bella said, standing her ground. Her attitude did not go unnoticed.

"Why call it that when you already know you are going to be apart of this...you might as well give in to me Isabella. It'll be easier for you...less painful, don't you think?" he teased, determined to break her. It was more fun for him to have her stand before him in fear.

"I will not give into anything. Admit what you did Jacob!"Bella demanded.

"Will that make you sleep better at night?" He teased her. "I don't need to admit anything Isabella..you forget, I take what I want, when I want it...you made it this way, now enjoy the consequence of the choices you made!" he scolded.

"I made it this way? We used to be friends Jacob. I didn't ruin it, you did by raping me!" She nearly shouted at him.

"It wouldn't have been rape if you had chosen me! You did this." Was all he said through his dark eyes. There it was, Bella realized. He had just admitted to it and she had the proof she needed.

"That's where you're wrong Jacob," Bella told him. "None of this was my fault. You just need to convince yourself that it is so you can sleep better at night. But you're forgetting something Jacob Black,"

"And what's that." He said through his teeth, now closer to Bella than he had been before.

"I know you better than you know yourself...and it eats away at you each night that all you ever were to me..was a friend. Nothing more. Nothing less. You think trying to convince me it was my fault that you raped me because what? I led you on and flirted with you? Well you're wrong," Bella said with confidence; more than she had expected to have. "The choices you made were your own Jacob and one of these days, you're not going to like the consequences!" Through the darkness Bella could see the anger painted across his face. She had hit a nerve and he knew on some level, that she was right. But Jacob was impulsive and was no longer a good guy. Bella noticed as his right hand went back and started moving forward towards her, just like in the dream. She seemed more ready for it now and just before he could punch her in the face, she ducked. Just like she was taught in self defense. Jacob wasn't used to this. He was used to throwing a punch and landing it; not having someone duck and have him miss. This only added to his fury. He swung again, only to have Bella duck more only this time, she remembered a technique she learned. She lundged her hand upward, palm faced toward Jacob and hit in the bridge of his nose. He called out in pain; Bella had used enough force to cause him to bleed. He held onto his nose and glared at her through the darkness.

This was his breaking point. His sudden move forward caught her off guard and he managed to get his hands around her, keeping hers at her sides. She struggled in his grasp, trying to break free but nothing she did seemed to work. Just like in her dream, he pulled his hand back and hit her across her face but she refused to call out in pain. She would not give him that satisfaction. He pushed her onto the bed, slowly approaching her and once again, like in her dream she noticed him motion to his belt. She refused to let this happen again. It was time to really fight, she thought. As he moved closer to her, she used her right leg to kick him. She had caught him in the perfect time; had she waited he would have been able to catch it and she wouldn't have been able to break free. Since she had the perfect time, she kicked him right near the groin. He grabbed onto the area where she had kicked him, tumbling over in pain, giving Bella the perfect opportunity to run for it.

She didn't waste another minute. She got what she wanted; his confression on tape. Now she needed to get out of their in one piece. Just as she reached her bedroom door, Jacob unexpectedly grabbed onto her foot, causing Bella to fall down, hitting the side of her face hard against the floor. She vaguely heard the sound of her phone falling out of her pocket; she was too focused on getting out of there and getting to Edward. With everything going on so quickly, she forced herself not to panic..to stay calm. She remembered one of the wooden boards she stocked into the rooms of the house and she happened to be close to the one she hid in hers. She reached for the board, forced herself up and turned to face Jacob who was slowly making his way toward her but still tumbled over in pain. She swung the wood back and hit him in the stomach, causing him to fall to the ground. As soon as he hit the ground, she ran out of the room, with the wood in her hands-she wasn't about to leave him with a potential weapon. Quickly and carefully as to avoid falling down the stairs she entered the living room.

Bella found her confidence slowly drifting; she was in way over her head. All lights were out. The phones were no longer working; he had cut the power lines and her cell phone was no longer within reach. She hid behind the couch, trying to keep her breathing steady and unheard. Her eyes had yet to adjust to the darkness which surrounded her. Bella was more aware of the stinging pain which came from where he hit her, unable to stop herself from regretting what she had chosen to do. She didn't know exactly how bad her injuries were; the hit from Jacob was nothing compared to how much hitting the floor hurt. But despite it all, she could not show weakness. She needed to get out of there. She thought she could win but was now thinking she was very wrong. She knew he had the upper hand now; she was no longer in control over what was happening. A sudden noise had startled her causing her to catch her breath and become fearful of what would happen once she let it out. Could he see her from where she hid?

So many thoughts had found themselves creeping into her mind as her time now seemed limited; she never in her life thought of him as the type to take another person's life. However, this was not the Jacob she knew. This was a monster on a mission. Nothing was standing in his way. She knew she had herself to blame at this point; she should have never tried to be so brave.

She heard as Jacob rushed downt he stairs, trying to find her. Footsteps now appeared from the far corner...they only seemed to be getting closer and closer to where she hid. Thinking she could get away, Bella slowly started to crawl to the other end from where she had originally been; an end that would bring her that much closer to an exit. She made her way across quietly and it was working. No sounds seemed to come from her movement. The only thing to be heard was the footsteps which still had been closer to her previous location. Suddenly from beneath her, the floor cracked and she stopped in her tracks; the footsteps stopped as well. Of course, her luck would have it that her escape would be heard. The footsteps changed their direction, though Bella could not tell anymore where they were headed which caused panic to increase. She needed to move and fast. But would she make it to the door in time? In that moment, she realized she didn't have her truck with her which made her feel stupid. Even though that was the only way she was able to buy herself time, it was now the one thing going against her. The only way to get out of there was Jacob's motorcycle. She had her moment that she could escape but she couldn't without the keys to Jacob's bike. Running wasn't an option; not only would she trip and fall continuously but it would also leave Jacob with the ability of chasing after her. She couldn't risk it. She took the pepper spray quietly out of her pocket and prepared herself to attack. The wooden board was also not to far behind. As the footsteps grew closer to Bella, she started her count down. One. Two. Three. On the third count she jumped out from her hiding place, able to see Jacob in all his fury, still bleeding. She stretched out her hand which held the pepper spray and pressed down hard. Jacob's screams followed as soon as the spray reached his eyes. His hands motioned to protect them but it was too late. The spray found its way and settled in his eyes, burning him, temporarily blinding him. She swung the wood again as though it was a bat, knocking him down trying to figure out which needed more of the attention. His eyes or his stomach. She continued spraying him as she approached his body and searched it for the keys. It didn't take her long to find them.

"This is for everything you've put me through!" She shouted and kicked him once more, just before she ran out her door, climbing on his bike and turning the key to start it. She checked her pocket to make sure the recorder was still there and it was. She hit stop and quickly played back to make sure the conversation successfully recorded and it did. Trying her best to keep balance on the bike, Bella took off towards Edward's house. She needed him there with her when she went to the station to drop off the recording. It was possible that she may need stitches for the cut that was now by her brow; a cut she had acquired when she hit the floor but didn't realize until she pulled away from her house. She left Jacob nearly unconscious on her living room floor, hopeful that the next time she would see him, if she had to, would be when he was getting arrested. Not only for sexual assault, but for everything else he managed to do within the passed few days. Just as Bella had predicted, Jacob woud not be enjoying the consequences of his actions.

Bella did as well as could be expected manuvering the motorcycle for someone who had never been on one before. She pulled up to the Cullen house in hopes that someone would be awake and she was right. A light shown through the kitchen but she couldn't see who it was. She walked up to the door, aware of how terrible she looked and knowing she would have to explain what happened, and knocked lightly on the door in case others were asleep. A minute later, someone was answering the door, it was Esme.

"Bella?" Esme looked at Bella unable to hide her surprise to see her standing outside on the front door step. Last thing she knew, Bella was supposed to upstairs asleep in the guest room.

"Mrs. Cullen...I didn't realize you would be back so soon," Bella said nervously. Edward had told her their parents left for a conference and were due back tonight, not early morning.

"Don't worry about that right now sweetie," Esme noticed the cut at the side of Bella's brow and her slightly shaken look; all thoughts of why Bella wasn't upstairs disappeared and her mind was now focused on helping Bella. "Come inside, we'll take a look at that cut..." Bella reluctantly stepped inside. She knew if she was in here, no one would dare come in and try to attack her with so many witnesses. Bella followed Esme into the living room, only to notice Carlisle sitting reading a book. As soon as he saw Bella, his book was placed on the table and he was at her side.

"What happened here?" He asked, examining her cut. "It looks like you may need stitches Bella..."

"It's a long story," was all she could say. Edward's parents didn't know about her past and Bella wasn't up for sharing the entire story with them. She just wanted to get that recording to the police and press charges against Jacob; finally.

"Bella it's your decision whether you want to tell us or not..but I do need to clean this cut up and stitch it," Carlisle started. "It's a matter of would you rather me do it here or at the hospital." Bella hated hospitals. If she could avoid them, she would.

"Here is better,"she responded quickly. He nodded his head and headed towards his office to get the proper equipment he would need, leaving Bella alone with Esme.

"Bella...who did this to you?" Esme asked her, trying to assure Bella that she could tell her anything. She was in a judgement free zone.

"I fell," Bella told her, which technically was true.

"Bella...I don't think all of your injuries would come from a fall," Esme looked sad, worried, angry. Bella didn't understand why though. "That bruise under your cheek bone looks deliberate." Bella looked surprised.

"There's a bruise?" She asked and rushed over the mirror and there it was. From the hit she had taken and the fall, her face had taken somewhat of a beating, literally. Most of the area beneath her cheekbone was bruised, not to mention the cut next to her eye brow. Her eye also seemed to be swelling. "Great!" she mumbled, frustrated at her appearance. She definitely couldn't hide any of this from anyone, not even Edward who would probably be furious that she went into such a dangerous situation alone.

"See...your reaciton alone tells me someone did this...you can tell me Bella," Esme took Bella's hands in hers. Bella could tell it was safe to tell Esme; what could Jacob do to her at this point.

"Cliff notes version?" Bella asked and Esme nodded in response, she wasn't trying to make Bella tell her anything she didn't want her to know. "A few years a go someone I was friends with...decided he could do whatever he wanted, no consequences and raped me one night he was over. He threatened me not to tell anyone and I hadn't heard much from him until a few days ago, when the threatening messages started and unexpected visits...he knew I told Alice and Edward everything...and I couldn't risk him hurting them. So I wanted to finally turn him in but couldn't without evidence," Bella took out the tape recorder and showed it to Esme. "So I staged a meeting at my house for him to come...secretly recording his confession but things got out of hand, obviously..." Instantly, Esme pulled Bella into a tight hug which didn't cause Bella to pull away; it was the opposite. Bella didn't have her own mother there for her; this type of bond she wished she had with her mother but having Esme in this moment, Bella felt happy and proud of what she went through.

"Where is he now?" Esme asked her.

"Passed out and bleeding on the living room floor at my house..."Bella shrugged her shoulders. Esme was speechless. She hadn't expected Bella to fight her attacker the way she did; she clearly was a strong girl.

"I'm a little confused though Bella...weren't you supposed to be upstairs sleeping?"

"Yea...I woke up in the middle of the night from a nightmare and realized that Jacob had followed me and Edward on our date last night...I knew if that was the case then he'd heard me confess everything to Edward, so I figured it was time to stop running scared and face Jacob once and for all," Bella explained. Esme and Bella were interrupted by Carlisle who had returned with everything he needed. He took a seat beside Bella and got to work, warning her first of how the procedure would go. She didn't care what pain should would or wouldn't feel. She was just happy that she beat Jacob Black.

"We're going to have to call your father Bella...he's the chief isn't he?" Carlisle asked.

"Yes but there's no need; I stopped in to see if Edward would go down with me to the station for when I hand in the evidence on the tape," Bella explained. Esme, obviously understood instantly.

"Evidence?" Carlisle asked.

"Don't worry about it Carlisle," Esme assured him and he nodded his head knowing not to push.

"I'll go wake Edward...I'm sure he won't be too upset with me if I tell him you need him," Esme smiled at Bella and headed up the stairs. That was when Bella remembered the letters she wrote for both Alice and Edward.

"Esme?" Bella called after her, hoping she would trash them before either read them. The letters didn't matter now that she made it out of that situation in piece.

"I left two letters addressed to Alice and Edward on her nightstand...do you think you could trash them before they wake up?" she asked, hopefull. Esme smiled and nodded reassuringly and continued up the stairs. Bella was left alone with Carlisle in the living room, left to ponder over what had happened. She couldn't believe she beat Jacob Black. She couldn't believe she finally had the evidence which showed he did what he said he would pretend did not happen. Now she just had to deal with Edward's reaction towards her adventure, her father's reaction toward what Jacob did and not too long after, the reaction of everyone at school when they saw her face and once they saw her with Edward. This was going to be interesting...

A/N: so he's the chapter...I look forward to your reviews!