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Chapter 14-All Good Things Must Come to an End

I followed Charlie's cruiser home from the reservation. We talked a little before I headed up to the bathroom to get ready for bed. I opted not to take a shower, seeing as I had managed to wash my hair while on a quick break from the water play with Jacob. I shivered at the memory of his fingers combing through my hair as I rinsed. I had looked into his eyes and was rewarded with a look of pure adoration. I had been jolted by the amount of love I had for him.

This was very bad.

I sighed and started brushing my teeth, then washed my face. I tried to avoid looking in the mirror, because every time I did I realized I hated myself. I hated what I was doing, and I didn't think I would be able to do it much longer. But whose heart would I break? Jacob's, Edward's…my own? I realized that it was completely possible.

I hung up my towel and turned off the light, feeling the way to the bedroom in the dark hallway. I opened the door and flopped on my bed.

"Fuck!" I said to no one in particular.

"Love, you've been spending entirely too much time with Jacob," I heard from behind me. I flipped around and saw Edward standing against the closet.

"Edward!" I whispered, my hand covering my beating chest. "What are you doing here?"

"Waiting for you. I knew you'd be home eventually, and even though you didn't come over tonight, I still wanted to see you. I didn't think you'd mind. Do you mind?"

"Uh, no…"

"Good. So you've started cursing. Definitely been spending too much time with Jacob. He should know better than to speak like that in front of a lady."

"It's not…"

"And Bella, why are you wearing his clothes?"

"I, uh, spilled spaghetti sauce all over me when we were cooking dinner. Jake gave me some clothes to wear so I could wash them."

"Well, I'm wondering if you'd be willing to change. You smell just like him. Are you not going to take a shower?"

"I took one at Jacob's. I got mozzarella cheese in my hair."

"How did you…you know what? I don't even want to know. But can you please change?"

I stared at him. Change. That's all Edward ever wanted from me. He wanted me to change my clothes, the kind of car I drove, my species…when was it going to end? Would I forever be changing for him?

And yet, even though I did so much to change for him, what had he done for me? He refused to change his ways. He was still condescending, wouldn't make love to me, didn't trust my ability to handle things that were important to both of us.

"Love?" he asked. "Did you want me to get your clothes for you?"

"No," I whispered. "No," a little louder this time. "I do not want to change. I want to go to bed. It's been a long day and I want to crash. These clothes are comfortable, and they make me happy because they smell like Jacob, who makes me happy. I'm not going to argue about the clothes I'm wearing. So you can either suck it up, or you can leave."

Whoa. I couldn't believe I said that. Apparently, Edward couldn't either because his face was one of total shock.

"Bella, I don't know what's gotten into you. All I was saying was that it bothers me when you come home smelling like a d…"

"Don't even go there, Edward. Jacob is my best friend and I'm not giving him up. You've told me to do it before, and I tried. But I can't. I need him. If you want to be with me, you have to deal with me spending time with him as well."

"I never said…"

"You did. Now I'm going to bed. Are you staying, or are you going?" He stared at me for a minute and I stared back at him, the dare in my eyes. Breaking the stare, I climbed under my blankets and laid my head on the pillow, not waiting for him. I closed my eyes and heard him walk to the window.

"I do love you," he said quietly. "But I think you need some time to think. Call me in the morning." In response, I simply turned away from him. He sighed audibly and was gone, leaving me to ponder what I really wanted in this life.

I was awoken at the ass crack of dawn by the sound of banging in the kitchen. I looked over at the clock and groaned at the sight that greeted me. It had taken me ages to fall asleep, trying to figure out what I wanted to do with my life and who I wanted to be with. Now I was awake at eight thirty on my only morning off? God.

I headed down the stairs to investigate and found my father attempting to make breakfast. The counters were covered with ingredients from the refrigerator and something sizzled in a pan.

"Breakfast, Bells?"

"Uh, sure?"

"Since I'm leaving tomorrow for vacation and I couldn't convince you to join me, I decided that I should do something special for you."

"Aw, Dad, that's really nice of you. I'd love breakfast. Do you need any help?"

"Nope, I've got it. Sit down and keep your old man company."

Great. This could only mean I was going to get the third degree. "What do you want to know, Dad?"

"Did you have a good time at Jake's last night?"

Oh my. I blushed. "I did. We had fun."

"What does Edgar think of you spending time with our family friend?"

"His name is Edward, Dad, you know that. I don't understand why you insist on calling him Edgar. And he doesn't like it, but I told him that Jake is my best friend and that if he wanted to be with me, then Jake comes with the package."

"Bet he didn't like that," my father commented, sliding an omelet on a plate, sticking some bacon on it and giving me a side of toast.

"I don't really care," I said. His eyebrows rose as he handed me a glass of orange juice.

"I'm proud of you, Bells. You've been letting him walk all over you since he started coming around, and took him back like him leaving you was nothing at all. Make the man grovel a little bit, eh?"

"I don't want him to grovel. I just want him to respect me."

"Like Jake does?"

"Yeah Dad, like Jake does."

After my father waved me aside when I offered to clean up the mess he had made, I went up to take a shower. I needed to call Edward — we needed to talk.

I told him that I wanted to go to Port Angeles and have lunch and he offered to pick me up around eleven. I did some laundry, but left Jake's clothes out. They still held his smell and for some reason that comforted me. I did a quick run-through of my bedroom and bathroom, and as I was finishing up, a knock sounded on the door. My father hollered up to me, so I assumed Edward had shown up. I tossed my bag of toiletries into my room and closed the door, then turned around and walked into a solid wall of man.

"Holy shit!" I screeched.

"Language, Bella!" My father shouted up the stairs, humor evident in his tone.

"Hey, Bells. I stopped over to see what you were doing on your day off, see if you wanted to come to Port Angeles with Paul, Embry and me. We're gonna do some shopping, Paul shredded another pair of shoes yesterday."

"Oh, thanks Jake, but I have plans with Edward today." His face darkened and his easy smile disappeared. "We're actually going to Port Angeles too because I want to go to that Italian restaurant for lunch."

"Oh. Well then, whatever. I'm gonna head there now. Call me later?"

"Sure," I said, wanting to talk to him more. "Jake, I…" My words were cut off by his lips. It was a quick kiss, but a passionate one.

"I love you," he whispered.

"I know," I whispered back. He turned away from me and started to walk down the stairs. "Oh, Jake, wait. I have something for you in my room. Hold on." I stepped in my room and handed him the CD I had made him. "You can listen to it on your ride to Port Angeles."

"Thanks, Bells! This is great." He kissed my cheek and broke away at the sound of a car door slamming in the driveway.

"Bells! Edward's here," my father called up the stairs, disinterest evident in his tone.

"Charlie Swan, Edward Cullen's biggest fan," Jake said. I giggled, pushed him out of my room and followed him down the stairs. Edward was waiting in the doorway. He nodded at Jake and came over to kiss my cheek.

"So he's allowed upstairs, but I'm not?"

Charlie came out from around the corner. "Jake is family." A huge shit-eating grin crossed over Jake's face. "You always trust family."

"Ah," Edward said, glancing at Jake.

OH MY GOD! Edward may not be able to read my mind, but he could read Jake's! Oh FUCK! I glanced over at Edward who was looking at Jacob, but there was nothing.

"Bells, I'm out of here. Getting crowded in here. Maybe we'll see you in the Port later."

"Bye, Jake," I squeaked as he passed me with a wink.

"Jacob's going to Port Angeles too?" Edward asked, his face scrunched up as if some bad odor had passed under his nose.

"Obviously not with us. I think he's going later with some of his friends. Dad, Edward and I are going to get some lunch in Port Angeles. I'll be home later."

"Okay Bells. I leave for my trip at oh-five-hundred tomorrow, so I'll be going to bed pretty early. I'd like to see you before I leave, so can you be home for dinner?"

I looked over at Edward and he nodded. "I'll see you later, Dad," I said, stepping out of the norm and planting a kiss on his cheek. He blushed and stammered back into the kitchen.

"Ready to go?" Edward asked me. I glanced up at him. His face was rock-hard.

"Sure."

The ride to Port Angeles was quiet, with only the sound of music playing softly from the speakers of the Volvo. When we arrived in Port Angeles, clouds had darkened the sky, making me happy I had brought a sweater to wear over my dress. We were seated outside with a view of the bay. We ordered sodas and lunch—Edward's of course being just for show.

After the waitress left, I looked at our surroundings, anything other than at Edward.

"Bella?" he asked. I turned to look at him. "Are you going to talk to me, tell me what's bothering you?"

"Yes. A lot of things have been bothering me. This whole changing thing and having to go to Italy to have it done."

"Bella…"

"I get it. I know why he wants it done. But Edward, it's more of the fact that you didn't tell me." He started to say something but I held up my hand. "I know we talked about it, that you established you were wrong. I know. But it's more than that. Ever since you left, I have noticed some pretty big flaws in our relationship. Namely that I don't feel good enough for you. I've never been good enough. I don't wear the right clothes, I don't drive the right car, don't have the right friends." The waitress chose that moment to bring out our entrees and make googly eyes at Edward before refilling our drinks and leaving.

Edward got right back on topic. "Bella, we can change that…"

"That's just the thing, Edward!" I burst out, dropping my fork onto my plate. "I don't want to change it! I like the way I am. I love my truck. And I love Jake. He's my best friend. I know it burns you knowing that I spend so much time with him. But I can't not spend time with him. You're my moon, but he's my sun. He keeps me balanced."

"Eat, Bella," he cajoled. I picked up the fork and stuffed a piece of ravioli in my mouth. "There. That's a good girl."

I finished chewing. "That's another thing. I have a father. I don't need another one. You tell me when I need to eat, when I need a coat, when I need to go to the bathroom. I'm sick of it! I don't want you to control me any more!" I took an angry sip of my soda and put it down. Edward was looking to the right of me, toward the sidewalk.

"What?" I asked. "What are you looking at?" I turned in my seat and was rewarded with the sight of three huge Quileute boys walking toward us. Embry and Jake walked by with just a smile and a wave, but Paul walked slowly by, a sly smile creeping over his face.

There was a quick intake of breath from across the table. "No," he whispered, turning his attention from Paul to me.

Edward

"No," I whispered, and Bella tore her gaze from Jacob back to me. Paul was still walking toward us, tormenting me with images in his head…not images that he'd seen firsthand exactly, but that he had seen.

Bella kissing Jacob in the woods before the fight. I knew about that one. Bella kissing Jacob in the back of Newton's store. Bella sleeping in Jake's arms. Bella grinding herself against Jacob while at Sam and Emily's. Bella begging Jacob to take her. Bella listening to his heartbeat. Jacob's head between Bella's beautiful legs. Jacob taking Bella against the side of her house and her begging him to stay with her. Bella riding Jacob on top of the kitchen table.

Sucks to be you, leech, Paul's voice rang in my head.

"I think you have some explaining to do, don't you agree, Bella?" I asked, my tone entirely too sweet.

"You know, don't you?" she asked, her tone low.

"Your friend Paul has a very vivid recall. Now I know why Jacob was reciting the Quileute alphabet in his head at your house earlier. Let's get out of here. We're going to talk. Now." I threw money at the hovering waitress and pulled Bella up. Jacob was on me in a second, snarling. I growled in return.

"Stop! Both of you! I'm sorry, we're leaving now," I heard Bella say to the startled waitress. I felt her arm pulling me, trying to get me to move. "Edward, Jacob, please. Let's just go."

"You're not leaving with him, Bella. Come on, I'll take you home," Jacob said, standing in front of her.

I remembered the sound of Bella moaning Jacob's name. "No. I think she's spent enough time with you. I'm her fiancé. I'm the one who is supposed to keep her safe."

"Yeah, and what a great job you've done of it," Jacob sneered, still standing between Bella and I.

"Bella," I said. "Come on." She peeked at me around Jacob, fear evident in her eyes.

She was afraid of me.

"This is fantastic. You've been going off on me all this time because I didn't trust you enough to tell you we were going to have to go to Italy to have your procedure done. But I always trusted you would remain faithful! I thought you loved me, I pined for you the entire time I was in Italy, and now I come to find out you have been sleeping with someone else? What happened, I said no, so you moved on to the next willing and ready body?"

"It wasn't like that!" Jacob and Bella said at the same time.

"Jacob, I don't care what it was like for you. The only reason you even had the chance was because I was gone and Bella was vulnerable. You took advantage of that. You knew that she was wrestling with feelings for you, and was missing me, so you jumped on the chance to make Bella see that you were the right one for her. But you're not. You can't give her what I can. A house, an established family of those who already love her, lifetimes of happiness. You're just a poor Indian boy, living with his handicapped father in a shack, collecting money every month from the elders. You're a loser, Jacob, and you'll never be anything more than that."

"Edward!" Bella said, stepping around Jacob. "That's an awful thing to say!"

"It's no worse than what the two of you did to me. All this time, you've made me feel so guilty for everything. Now I find out you've been having sex with your best friend? The best friend you refused to give up even after I asked you? You asked him, Bella. You wanted him. You even asked him to keep your sexual needs met while still with me. You're disgusting. Was having sex that important to you?"

"No, it wasn't just sex! I love him!" A knife stabbed through my heart and I felt actual chest pain. "I'm sorry, Edward, but I love him. But I love you too. I love you so much. I never wanted to hurt you!"

"You should have thought about that when you opened your legs and let him in. You disgust me, Bella. I don't even want you in my sight right now. Here are my keys. Get home, I'll pick the car up later. I'm out of here."

"Edward!" she screamed after me, but I was already gone.

meep! what will happen now? any guesses?