Here is the next one. Let me know what you think? WOOHOO I was so excited for this chapter. I actually am pumped now. You know when you have too much sugar and run around like crazy? Yeah that's me now. :D

Disclaimer: I do not own twilight but Edward owns me :P

Edward: No I don't, I am with Bella…

Me: YAY Edward! Great cover up!

Edward: Erin…

Me: Edward… see two can play at this game

Edward: *sigh*

Bella POV

The next thing I knew happened in a daze. I was so unaware of everything around me. All I could focus on was Edward. And so I did. I thought about him so hard I zoned everything out. Even when Jacob came into the room and forced me to lay next to him while he slept. Even when his hands wrapped around my wrist so tight that it broke the skin. Even when he bent my wrist at such a wrong angle because I spoke his name. Even when I heard a crack.

But I didn't care. I broke Edward's heart. This was karma and boy was it hitting me hard. I literally wanted nothing more than to die. I caused Edward so much pain – even thinking his name made me hate myself.

My thoughts were becoming less and less coherent. My nightmare from when Edward left me was back – but this time it was reversed. Edward was looking for me. It broke my heart. But the scariest part of all was that I wasn't asleep when I had these disturbing dreams. No, God was punishing me for destroying one of his angels. He made me see it every second of every day.

What hurt the most was that I had no bronze haired, golden eyed angel to comfort me. I had destroyed that. I was in pieces and Jacob was not happy about that. He eventually pushed me out of the bed and forced me into another room. It seemed like a broom cupboard.

The hours that passed in that room felt like years…. No worse. Decades. It was as if I had spent my whole life locked up in that room, and I had spent about half my life reflecting on my actions. Even though I was blinded by the darkness I could still see his eyes clearly. I saw the pain in them. I saw them break. I saw his life leave his eyes.

I didn't know how much longer I could last with Jacob before I completely lost it. But just as I thought this there was a knock against the door and a key rattled in the lock. Jacob opened the door and stepped in. He did not look happy – I could tell. He was fuming.

"Get out!" he roared at me, and I yelped as he slapped me across the face. As I ran to make my way past him he grabbed my pony tail and pulled me back towards himself, causing me to trip. "You told him didn't you!" he snarled, spit flying from his mouth and landing across his face. "You bloody hell told him! I'm going to kill him!"

"NO! Jacob I swear I didn't" I cried back to him. Why would he think this? "I did exactly as you said. I swear." I was practically begging. Why would my angel have to be punished for something I didn't do?

"Why can we smell disgusting vampire then?" he yelled as he grabbed my hands and forced them behind my back. His violent shoving made my wrist for the first time flare sickly and I screamed out in pain. He shoved me hard into the nearest wall and proceeded to tie my hands together.

"Jacob!" I sobbed. Please, what are you doing? I did everything right Jacob – don't hurt them because of me."

He spun me to face him. He looked deep into my eyes and slapped me across the face again. Then he got some tape and placed it across my face so he could no longer hear my pleas.

"Don't worry," he hissed as he forced me to the top of the stairs. "I'll hurt them and then you too." As he finished he pushed me down the stairs and I fell. It made my heart ache knowing that there was not a pair of cold marble hands which would save me as I began to fall. No, I fell all the way down and my head smashed into the railing.

I lay where I was when my body came to a stop. I just wanted to die – not Edward too. I felt blood making its way down my forehead. It was warm and sticky and the smell made my stomach churn. This time I could not hide away from the smell – my mouth was taped so I could not breathe.

Jacob walked up to me and raised me enough for me to stand. My head was dizzy though – I didn't want to stand. He forced me out the front of his house and dumped me in the open field.

What he did next confused me. He bound my feet together. But then he walked away.

My eyes widened, and I tried to shout, but the tape across my lips stopped me. What was he doing? Dragging me along and then dumping right out the front of his house? What was the point? I didn't understand.

But when I tried to move my hands and noticed them still tied, I realized that first thing was first, emotions be damned: I had to get free.

So I struggled against the rope, twisting my hands this way and that, hissing in pain when the thick, course strands would rub against already tender cuts and bruises and my broken wrist.

After perhaps ten minutes of useless struggling, I slumped and squeezed my eyes shut, letting my emotions overwhelm me, like waves in a tsunami. This was all my fault. I never could do anything right. And when I tried, all I did was fail. Edward was so much better off without me. . .

But just as I thought that, I heard my name, called in tones of love and desperation-- in a voice that stopped my heart so fast, I could have sworn I died right there.

Suddenly . . . cool breath against my ear

marble arms around me…

a flash of bronze. . .

YAY! Yes I know it is short but it was just a filler until we get to the GOOD BIT!

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