Bella's POV:
I awoke in a dark room. Looking around I couldn't make out much. There was a night stand and a single wooden chair. "Hello Isabella." Came a voice from the dark. I shuddered and pulled the thin sheet tighter around me. My right hand was handcuffed to the bed post, so I couldn't move far.
"I know you're awake." I knew the voice. It had tormented me for years in my nightmares. This couldn't be happening. My kids wouldn't have brought me here. I started to shake. They would never call him a friend. Unless, I realized in horror, they didn't know...
That was it. They didn't know! I'd never told them of my life with Charlie or how he'd prostituted me. Or how they'd been concieved...
The voice drew me from my thoughts when it spoke again. "So, all this time you've been hiding out with a bunch of leeches?" As he said the last word, he stepped into a single, thin ray of light. I could see the familiar evil grin on his face as he stepped closer.
"What do you want?" I asked him fearfully.
"Oh, not much." He said thoughtfully. "I mean, I could call Charlie and tell him I found you. But I hear he's gone soft. No. I want something... more. Something bigger."
"What?" I whispered.
His grin widened. "You."
"What!?" I nearly screamed.
"Quiet! The kids are asleep. By the way, there are mine in case you're wondering. Wolves just know."
"Anyhow," he continued, "I want you to marry me."
"No!" I said defiantly.
"Ok... I hate to have to do it but..."
"What?"
"You made the decision, not me."
"What!"
"You rest here for tonight, I'll call Charlie in the morning."
"No, please!" I begged.
"I suppose if you won't go back to Charlie and you won't marry me... Then, you won't mind losing a kid or two? I mean, there are five of them. It's not like..." He picked up a shotgun.
"NO!"
He smiled again. "Three options Bella. You pick one."
"I do it." I whispered, tears beginning to form.
"What's that?" Jacob asked. "I- I didn't quite hear you."
"I'll marry you, you son of a bitch!"
"Aww Isabella, such spunk. So needy too. Fine. I'll set it up in city hall for tomorrow." He turned to go. Patting me on the head, he said, "Tomorrow Izzy. Tomorrow you'll be mine."
"Goodnight." He whispered as he left, closing the door behind him.