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Chapter Ten
When My Dick Does All the Thinking

Jacob POV

I stood there, taking a good hard look at what I had done to my garage, my piece of shit shed beside the piece of shit house I had called home for way too many years. I fucking hated this place.

In my time of rage I had destroyed basically everything in here. Jared had given up on me hours ago and had thankfully left. Now Sam was sitting outside, asking me to come out and talk; tell him what happened.

What happened!?

She fucking lied. She made me fall in love with her.

She made me give her my mother's earrings!

I promised myself I'd only ever give those to my wife, if I ever happened to get married one day... But I fell for her, harder than I had ever fallen and she owned my heart. She owned me.

Not any fucking more!

I threw whatever it was that was in my hand and it went smashing through the small window.

I refused to believe I was watching Rosalie leave the nightclub across the road from the one I had been at. She was with some... rich fuck, getting into his beautiful black Ferrari. It was definitely Rosalie. No one held her beauty. She could not be mistaken for anyone else.

She was meant to be with me, dancing the night away like promised, but instead... she was...

"Fuck!" I went fucking crazy again and grabbed the first thing I could find, destroying the already broken door to the garage.... shed... whatever!

I could not get my anger under control.

I think it was because, I knew once the anger went away, the pain would start. I couldn't handle pain.

0o0o0

I didn't go to work the next day. Dad knew better than to say anything to me. He just left and I finally had the house to myself.

I got a dozen missed calls from Rosalie and even more texts.

The last read,

Baby, are you alright? Your dad won't say what's wrong. Should I come up? Please answer my calls?

I shook my head and threw my cell phone across the room, letting it land wherever it wanted.

I needed to get out and go for a run. It's the only thing that cleared my mind.

I pulled some sneakers on and decided for a run through the forest this time. All I saw was green, and for those few hours, I was free of all the bull shit and all the pain she was the cause of.

I had no idea how she could pretend to be one way with me, but be something completely different when she was with him.

I realized I was right.

She was that Hale girl. Rosalie fucking Hale. Someone to stay away from.

I never did listen.

And here started my next run. I couldn't stop.

0o0o0

"I told her not to come up," Paul told me.

"Thanks," I replied. We were standing at my door and I wasn't about to let him in. I wanted to be alone. It was bad enough I felt guilty that Dad went out to a friend's house because he couldn't be around me like this.

0o0o0

On Wednesday, I finally made it to work.

I saw Rosalie standing by the entrance, as if waiting for me.

I refused to look at the concerned look on her face. At least she knew she had broken me. It was her plan from the start no doubt.

I walked right past her and noticed I had made it here before any of the guys.

It was just Rosalie... and... me...

Great.

"Jake... please talk to me?" Her voice made me snap and I worked up all my strength not to lash out at her like a fucking wolf or something.

I walked ahead to the back, ignoring her attempts to talk to me.

"Please," she was now sobbing.

God, she was good at acting.

I walked to the back and threw my stuff into the locker, slamming it shut before walking back into the shop to make up for the shit I had missed the last two days.

We worked together. I had to do this.

"Why are you acting like I don't exist!" Rosalie now screamed through her tears.

I couldn't help but feel the tug at my heart. Everything but my pride was telling me to go hold the broken woman I loved. She needed my arms around her and I just couldn't offer them. I couldn't because I was broken too.

"Because, I fucking wish you didn't!" I yelled back, finally looking at her.

She honestly looked worse than ever. She had no make up on. She looked thrown together. Her hair was even lifeless around her puffy red eyes.

"Don't say that... You don't mean it." She shook her head. I got a feeling she was convincing herself of this more than she was me.

She knew she did something wrong. At least she seemed to regret it now.

Well, it was too damn late.

"Oh, no?" I asked.

I stopped when I saw her actually step back from the rage in my tone of voice. I worked to control myself. I never wanted a woman to look at me with fear for their safety.

More tears covered her face as she shook her head.

"It... it's not... w-what you think... baby... I..." Her voice came out crackly and muffled by tears. It seemed like it was hard for her to speak through them.

"I had no fucking idea your father was some rich guy with a nice car." I stated with a smirk.

Did she really think she could get away with fucking the dark skinned kid her father would never approve of and dating the guy I'm sure her father would have even picked for her himself, at the same time?

"Jake... please... lis..."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I asked calmly, "Him?... A guy like him?... He looks like someone your father would pick for you... Seriously, what are you doing with me?... Do you get off on screwing around with the guy you're too ashamed to introduce to your father?"

Her eyes fell to the floor in front of her as she shook her head, "It's not like that..." She barely whispered, but I heard.

"You're right, it's not. I fucking tell you that I love you and you can't even say it back... I knew I wasn't good enough! I knew you thought this way, I just hoped that you weren't the girl I thought you were... but you fucking proved you were..."

I was blinded by her beauty, by her sex... Damn, I was weak.

"No..."

"Yes, Rose!"

"No!"

"I'm done. I'm fucking done. This went on for too long... I knew this wouldn't work. A girl like you... You... can't be with a guy like me... I understand... A lot more is expected from you than a guy from the reservation." I shook my head to myself and gave a light laugh.

It was my fault I let it go on. I let my dick do all the thinking, of course.

"You're a fucking asshole," she breathed. She was looking at me again, tears rolling down her cheeks harder than before.

"I let myself be blinded by the fact that I just wanted to fuck you," I knew the words weren't true, but at this point, I just wanted her to hurt worse than I was.

She stood there, shocked, and I just stared.

"FUCK YOU!" she finally screamed, turning and leaving just as Paul arrived.

His eyes were wide as I'm sure he heard the end of the conversation.

0o0o0

Two days passed. The longest two days of my life. The nights were even longer. I couldn't sleep, and yet, it was all I wanted to do.

So I ran instead. Fucking ran more than anyone needed to. My knees needed a break.

Jared asked me to come down to the beach with all our friends tonight. It was Friday, a good night to have some beers and relax, but I just couldn't.

I was depressed and pathetic.

I avoided Rosalie at the shop. God knows she made it difficult, asking me to forgive her every second. It seemed my cruel words and her cursing at me on Wednesday hadn't really affected her. She was back to crying and begging me to listen.

It was so like her.

Self-centered Rosalie.

I ran into the house, eager for a shower, when I noticed my cell phone on the kitchen table. I hadn't even realized I left it here while I went out on my run. I wasn't taking calls, so it didn't really matter.

I checked it anyway and saw I had a voicemail from Rosalie. I sighed to myself. Every time I heard her beg me to forgive her, it made it that much harder.

I wanted for her to never have done it in the first place. I wanted her to be strong enough to stand by her choice if she indeed did want me. No matter my social class.

I listened anyway. I was weaker for this one human being, this beautiful girl, more than anyone.

I missed her.

My version of her.

Her cries broke the silence of the room as I brought the cell to my ear after pressing the button so I could hear the recording.

Why are you such an ass? Go hold her and tell her she doesn't need to cry because you still love her.

"Jake... Please forgive me... I didn't do anything to hurt you, I promise... I'm just scared... he's gonna make me go with him again. Please don't let him. I don't know what to do. I can't go through that again... Please. I'll do anything, just come here... please, please... please."

She sounded so helpless and weak. Not the Rosalie I knew. And she was making no sense, probably confusing me into coming over.

Self-centered Rosalie. Everything revolved around her and she was just freaking out because I no longer gave her the time of day.

Asshole. Really? You really think that?

Yes.

Then you don't deserve her.

Despite every part of me that wanted to stay put and take some sick comfort in knowing she was hurting too, I decided to go.

I showered first though, taking way longer than needed. The realization that her father might be home had hit. Who was she talking about when she said 'he'? About that fucker with the nice Ferrari? About her dad? About both possibly?

What had they done to her?

Suddenly, my need to protect the woman I loved kicked my butt into moving faster.

I was ready in no time and racing to her house.

It was such an odd mix of emotions. I hated her for the pain, for not being strong enough... but realized the need to protect her, if she truly was in danger, overpowered that.

I pulled up her long drive way, twisting through the trees until the huge house came into view. It somehow looked even bigger than the last time I was here. I considered turning around, but the front door swung open and there she stood while I parked.

Her arms were wrapped around herself. She was wearing a hoodie that was too big with shorts underneath. She looked so worried and afraid.

I slowly got out and walked over, trying not to look at her so closely. She just watched me, and when I was close enough, she threw herself into my arms and mumbled a thank you for coming.

The shock of her body pressed so closely to me, her arms holding me so tightly, made me freeze up for a second. I finally moved my hand onto her back lightly as I closed my eyes and inhale the sweet scent I had been missing.

"Thank you so much, Jake... Thank you... thank you... God, I'm so sorry... Please stay with me?" She continued to mumble into my chest.

With all the strength I could muster, I grabbed her arms and pulled her off me, making her stand before me without contact. I couldn't have her doing this to me. I couldn't, I wouldn't be in a relationship like this. If she was with me, then she was mine. I didn't share. The thought of another man having her made my fists tighten by my sides.

She seemed to notice because her tears flowed more freely now, like she was unable to contain them.

"What do you want from me, Rose?" I asked, defeated. I felt so tired of all this.

She shook her head and sniffled, "I just want you... like before... please?" Her hands reached out for one of my clenched fists but I held still.

"I don't understand," I started, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath to contain my emotions. "You were meant to be with your father..."

"I... I couldn't tell you... I thought I could just make it go away... and I can't say no to my dad... I already disappoint him enough as it is..."

I cut her off before she could say another word. Damn it, she was making no sense whatsoever. We needed to communicate if we'd be anything.

I hated her for putting this between us. She was meant to be perfect. Perfect for me.

"Rose, you're making no sense... If I can even begin to understand, you have to explain everything. Can you do that?" I asked, finally pushing the door shut and deciding to stay.

She just stared for awhile, afraid maybe?

"My dad," She took a shaky breath, "I'm all he has... and I... I keep disappointing him... I know he must hate me, somewhere deep down. I mean, I ruined his life... by taking... Mom."

I had to keep my distance, because her like this, made me a weak man.

Her arms wrapped back around her body as she worked up the words to come.

"I just, I want to make him happy... but I wanna make you happy too, baby... I can't do both, can I?" Her eyes locked on mine as she asked the question.

"I don't know... Can you?" She could. She could admit she loved me, if she did, and tell her father to deal with her choice to be with me. But I knew that she just couldn't do that.

"He doesn't approve of anyone... anyone like..."

"Me?"

"Anyone that's not like us."

Rich and white. Right.

Her eyes softened even further, fat tears falling down her cheeks.

"He didn't know about you, about us... about how much you mean to me... and he got this crazy idea that I'd date... Royce, that we'd be perfect together because he and his father do business with my dad."

By this point I figured out that the guy I had seen her with was named Royce; the rich white guy.

"I told Royce I wasn't interested. I swear I didn't lead him on,"

An angry smile appeared on my face, "You? Lead someone on? Never," I said with sarcasm. The woman was sex on legs. Who was she trying to kid?

Her face fell and she swallowed hard, "Is that what you think of me?"

I didn't respond and she continued crying, now covering her beautiful face.

You definitely don't deserve her. How can you just stand here, make her cry and do nothing to stop it.

Pride.

Fuck pride. It never got anyone anywhere when love was concerned.

Love. Fuck love. Fuck everything.

Fuck you.

"I didn't do anything!" She screamed, startling me out of my thought. "Dad made me. He made me go out with him that night. I could not stand the though of bringing my father more disappointment on my part, so I fucking went! I went because I'm an idiot and I can't stand up to my father! I won't hurt him anymore than I already have. I fucking hurt him by simply existing... Do you understand how that feels!? To know you're causing someone pain by simply just being! Being born!" Her tears stopped as she yelled at me and I stood frozen, watching her let it out.

"He fucking raped me, you asshole! You really think I asked for that!?"

Her sobs broke out louder than before as she brought her hands to her chest and hung her head in shame.

He... what?

"Royce?" I couldn't breathe, yet I felt the air flowing at an incredibly fast rate in and out of my lungs, "Royce hurt you?"

Yeah, dick head. The love of your life had things done to her that a woman should never have to experience and you were too busy moping around like a pussy, thinking she had cheated.

I'd fucking kill him. I'd rip him limb by limb and feed him to the dogs.

No. I'd kill his whole family and make him watch.

I'd... I'd...

"I'm so sorry..." She cried as she was about to drop to the floor.

I quickly reached for her and brought us to the cool floor gently, holding her to me as her hands gripped my shirt and she continued her sorries.

"You didn't do anything wrong." I told her in monotone. My rage had to stay far away while she was like this in my arms.

The rage wasn't meant for her, only my love was. I'd never be able to undo this last week and the way I had treated her.

I held her to my chest and kissed the top of her head, "I'm sorry... I'm the sorry one... Can you ever forgive me, baby. I should have been there," I should have stopped him before he opened the car door for her.

She just cried and held on for dear life, "Just don't go," she whispered.

"I'm never gonna leave you... I love you. I won't let anything bad happen to you again. I promise." I'd keep her safe even if I lost my own life protecting her. She was far more important than I had ever been.

We just sat there, holding each other as the minutes passed. She was more relaxed against me, her tears coming to a stop.

I stroked her hair lightly and had no plans on moving anytime soon. Maybe after I killed that pathetic excuse of a being I'd be worthy of her again.

"I'm going to kill him for hurting you." I finally spoke, not even realizing how angry I was until I heard my own voice.

She quickly looked up, her eyes full of fear again, "No." She shook her head and struggled until she sat up again, her hands on my shoulders.

"Yes, Rose. He can't be alive." Didn't she understand? No one could hurt her. She was an angel and I was her protector. This should have never happened in the first place. If I had done my fucking job. How could I not know that she was so much more important than me before now? It was so fucking obvious.

"Jake, listen to me." She said, working up her voice to sound stern, "You can't do anything. Promise me? Please? You don't understand. We can't tell anyone... They have so much money, so much power. They'll take you from me... and I need you, baby. I can't live without you."

This angered me further. She was right. I'd go to jail, or be killed myself if I finished him. The police wouldn't do anything considering they could easily be bought off with the amount of money Royce's family had.

Well, maybe I can't kill him, but I can sure as hell fuck him up until he learns his lesson.

"Please, Jake... don't..." Her gentle hands caressed my face as her own came into focus.

I brought my hands up to her face and traced her cheek bone with my thumb. She finally smiled and closed her eyes. The sight of her, so happy to be touched by me, made my heart swell. I was the luckiest man in the world to have her forgiveness. To have her.

"No one's gonna hurt you again." I simply said while moving closer, wrapping an arm around her waist and kissing her lips softly, not sure if I should.

She kissed me lightly at first, before her arms and legs wrapped around me and the kiss deepened.

I had missed her so much.

0o0o0

I took Rosalie to my house before her father arrived back home from the office. I made her something to eat and asked if she wanted to talk to me about it. She shook her head and told me she wasn't ready just yet.

I nodded in understanding. Maybe she'd never be ready to give me the details, maybe I'd never be ready. How could I sit still and listen to the way she had been...

I'm still gonna fuck him up!

I asked Rosalie if she wanted to sleep. She responded with, "Only if you'll lay with me."

I'd try to make up for what I had been doing to her the last week. I'd do anything to be worthy and loved by her. And I'd still love her if she didn't love me in return. That, I definitely knew.

We went to my bedroom and I lay with her until she was asleep. I had heard Dad come home a little while ago, so I slowly moved off the bed and made sure I hadn't woken her. She was sleeping soundly.

I found my old man in the kitchen and told him Rosalie was asleep in my bedroom. I asked him to look after her while I went out.

He seemed concerned but nodded, "Of course. She'll be safe here." He could always sense when something was off, "I'm happy you finally listened to her, son. She needs you as much you need her." I wondered how he knew.

He smiled, "I saw your mother's earrings on her."

I hoped he wasn't angry. "Just make sure she's okay while I'm not here." I told him.

"She's my daughter now." He smiled wider, "I'll look after her. Nothing will happen to her while you're gone. Just be smart about whatever it is you're planning on doing. You're a smart kid, you always were. Don't do anything that will give her reason to think otherwise."

Damn, he really knew how to get me, didn't he?

Tricky old fuck.

"I'll be smart, don't worry."

With that, I grabbed my jacket and cell phone while walking out. I hit the call button when I had the number I wanted up on the cell phone and waited to hear him answer, "Yo, Jake! What's up? You..."

"Shut up... I need your help. Get the guys together." I instructed.

I had amazing friends. I knew they'd do anything I asked of them.

One more chapter, guys, and then an epilogue. Thank you so much for all the lovely reviews. I love my readers. Kisses!