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Bella eased her way onto the front porch, staring through the side window. It was dimly lit inside, but she knew Leah was in there. She tucked the scalpel behind her back, and put her hand on the doorknob.
She closed her eyes as the door clicked open. She took a deep breath as she slid through the door, making as little noise as possible. She heard murmurs coming from the living room.
She tiptoed toward the room, making sure to stay hidden. The murmurs got louder and louder as she came closer. She carefully stopped at the edge of the couch, her breath catching in her throat. Leah sat on the floor, tickling a child's stomach. It was the baby; they had their baby. And it was a girl.
As if something had snapped deep within her, she felt fury boiling inside of her. The baby looked just like Jacob; there was no mistaking it. Leah looked happy, and after all of the misery that Bella went through, she wasn't going to let it stay that way.
Leah sat up straight, looking down at Lauren. She noticed how deep her dimples were, and smiled to herself. Lauren squeaked, her smile growing wider. Her small eyes traveled around the room, and rested above Leah's head. Her smile faded, and her bottom lip began to quiver, indicating that she was about to cry. Leah frowned, trailing her hand down the side of Lauren's face.
"What's wrong, baby girl?" she wondered, bending down to place a kiss to her chubby cheeks. A chill went down Leah's spine, and she felt as though she weren't alone; she had a vibe that someone was watching her.
She turned around, praying that her feelings were wrong. A chilly breeze was evident in the air, but no one was there. Leah felt unsure of herself, but she didn't think much of it. She turned back to Lauren, who was trying her hardest to squirm around. Leah allowed a smile to grace her lips, before something heavy hit her over the head.
She hit the ground with a thud, the sound of her baby's cries ringing in her ear. All she could see was darkness. She felt someone stumble over her legs, heading for Lauren. That's when an alarm went off in her head, and she was on her feet in less than a second.
She let out a cry at who she saw.
"What the fuck are you doing here?!" she shrieked, her hands trembling uncontrollably. Tears welled in her eyes at the sight of Isabella. She looked absolutely manic.
Her ombre hair was tangled and outgrown and her skin looked paler than usual. She had white lips and a devilish look in her eyes. Leah and Bella stared at each other for a long while, contemplating on what the other would do.
Tears streamed down Leah's cheeks as she watched Bella pull something from behind her back. It was small, but sharp.
"I've waited so long for this," Bella whispered, staring down at the weapon in her hand. She looked back up at Leah, who was frozen in her tracks. "That's a cute baby you got there. Won't be cute for much longer."
Without a second thought, Leah lunged for Bella. She knocked her onto the couch, attempting to scratch at her face. Her body was ridiculously sore, but she didn't care at the moment.
Bella fought back with just as much fervor, kneeing Leah in her stomach. Leah winced and fell back, banging her head on the coffee table. She moaned and blinked slowly to regain her consciousness.
By the time she did, she saw Bella hovering over Lauren. Lauren was screaming, her small lungs fighting for air.
"Don't touch my baby!" Leah cried, struggling to get up. The pain in her head was blinding as she stumbled to get over to Bella. Bella scooped Lauren into her arms, peering down at her reddened face as she screamed helplessly.
She hawked up as much saliva as she could, and spat directly in the child's face. Leah finally got onto her feet, horrified at what Bella had just done. She made a move to attack Bella, but the witch was too fast for her.
She held the baby out, causing Leah to halt her movements.
"One step, and I swear I'll drop her and crack the fuck out her skull with my bare feet," Bella spat, causing Leah to tremble with silent sobs.
"Please," Leah pleaded weakly, the throbbing in her head driving her absolutely crazy. "Please, don't hurt my baby. Kill me, not her."
"Oh, I'll kill you both. I won't even hesitate," Bella muttered, her chest heaving uncontrollably. Leah looked at Lauren, who had fear written all over her newborn face. She could barely even cry anymore.
Leah's eyes averted to the scalpel that was left abandoned on the couch. Bella noticed, and panicked slightly.
Leah swallowed thickly, and dove for the scalpel. Bella tossed the baby onto the couch, aiming for Leah's hair.
Lauren let out terror-filled squeals, the sudden impact frightening her even further.
Bella wrapped Leah's long hair around her fingers, tugging her toward her. Leah clutched the scalpel in her hands, and drove it into Bella's side. Bella gasped and loosened her grip on Leah's hair, clutching her side. Leah pushed Bella off of her, and hurriedly grabbed Lauren from off of the couch.
She didn't even look back as she ran up the stairs, holding Lauren to her chest. Lauren was still crying, which wasn't good; Bella would be able to find them.
"Shhh; stop crying, angel. Everything's going to be okay," Leah whispered, opening the door to her bedroom. She looked around, anxiously searching for a place to hide her baby.
She wiped the saliva that was still present on Lauren's face, grimacing at the vivid memory of Bella spitting onto her baby's face. She wanted to murder her, watching as she pleaded for her life. She wanted Bella to suffer what she had done to her family.
Luckily, Lauren's cries weren't that loud yet, so she headed for the clothes closet that was in the bathroom. She opened it, and sat Lauren on the ground by some maxi dresses.
"I'm so sorry, baby," Leah cried, kissing her daughter's head numerous times. She turned the light on, and stood to her feet. Lauren was still crying, but she looked as if she were going to doze off at any second.
Leah hesitantly closed the closet door, and exited the bathroom. She prayed that Jacob would be home soon. She tiptoed down the stairs, trying her hardest to silence her deep breathing.
She hit the edge of the staircase, and swallowed thickly. She had a clear view of the living room, and noticed that Bella was nowhere in sight.
She looked down, and noticed the trail of blood that led into the back of the house.
Leah's heart was beating rapidly as she followed the track. The blood stopped abruptly, confusing Leah. She looked up, but came face to face with a wall.
"Turn around, bitch," a raspy voice called, causing the color to drain from Leah's cheeks. She took careful steps as she turned around, coming face to face with an immensely angered Bella.
"Nice stab wound you got there," Leah said, mocking Bella's earlier words. She grimaced, and took a step closer to Leah.
"I'm not going to let you ruin this," Bella said, her voice quivering. Leah was scared, but she wasn't going to let it show; not anymore.
"Ruin what? My happiness? Oh wait, you already ruined that for me. You tried to ruin my life, but I'm not going to let you. You're done taking things from me, Bella," Leah whispered, before raising her fist and clocking Bella square in her jaw. Bella stumbled back, but quickly regained her composure.
"Is that the best you got, Leah?" Bella spat, kicking Leah in her stomach. Leah slammed into the wall behind her, but managed not to fall. She looked up at Bella, who was smirking with confidence.
"That new baby is really kicking your ass, huh?" Bella asked as Leah pushed herself off of the wall. She didn't waste any time in diving onto Bella, knocking her to the floor. She dug her nails into Bella's neck, watching her eyes roll into the back of her head.
"Fuck you!" Leah cried, hawking up some spit and spitting it across Bella's face. Payback was a bitch.
Bella squeezed at Leah's hips, causing Leah to cry out in pain. She wrapped her hands around Bella's neck, gripping for dear life. Bella mirrored her action, wrapping her own hands around Leah's neck.
Jacob sat Jay Jay down on the ground and picked the pizza up from the back seat.
"I know you're ready for some extra cheese pizza, bud," Jacob said, smirking down at his son. Jay Jay grinned, and followed Jacob up the front steps. Jacob fidgeted with his keys and unlocked the door.
"I'm home!" he called, sitting the pizza on the table beside the door. He didn't hear a response, so he narrowed his eyes. He looked down at Jay Jay, who was anxious to get a slice of pizza. Jacob hoisted him on his shoulder, and walked toward the living room. He stopped in his tracks when he noticed the bloody scalpel that lay on the floor, followed by the trail of blood that led into the back of the house.
With trembling hands, he sat Jay Jay down on the ground, his eyes burning with unshed tears.
"Not again," he gasped, looking around lazily. "Leah! Leah?"
He followed the trail of blood, taking slow, deep breaths. "Leah, please be okay," he whispered. When he turned the corner, he came in contact with an unconscious Leah, lying across the floor. No one else was in sight.
"Leah!" he cried, hurrying to her side. He searched her body for cuts, but found none. He caressed her forehead, placing kisses along her cheeks, and lips. "Leah, wake up," he pleaded, his heart running rapidly in his chest. She slowly began to stir, blinking her eyes open. Jacob smiled a bit, relieved that she was coming back to her senses.
When she looked up at him, her eyes widened in horror. He narrowed his eyes, watching as she desperately tried to speak.
"Leah?" he asked.
"Look out," she cried weakly, but it was too late. Bella dug the scalpel into his shoulder, watching as he winced in pain. He turned around, looking her dead in the eyes.
"Fuck," he groaned, clutching his throbbing shoulder. He couldn't begin to explain how hazy he was beginning to feel. He noticed that Bella was in a hospital gown, and she had a thick pool of blood stained on the left side of her waist; she was the one who had been stabbed… yet she was still on her feet.
"I was waiting for you to come home," Bella laughed, her skin growing paler by the second; she looked sick.
"Bella… just… put it down, okay?" Jacob said, rising to his feet. He had no idea how she had gotten out of prison, but he couldn't worry about that; his life, as well as his wife's life, was in danger.
"No! I've come too far to stop now," she screamed, making an attempt to stab him again. Jacob blocked her blow, clutching onto her wrist. She gasped, and looked into his eyes.
"Sorry to say," he began, grabbing onto her other wrist. "But your time has run out." He picked her up off of her feet, ignoring the soreness of his shoulder, and threw her into the mirror that hung on the wall.
She crashed into it, causing Jay Jay to scream from the noise. His crying picked up, as he hurried toward his father.
Bella slid down the wall, thick, red blood staining the light brown walls. Her eyes looked cross, but she wasn't unconscious.
Jacob turned to Leah, who was fading in and out of alertness. He crouched by her side, kissing her numerous times.
"Everything's going to be okay," he said, using all of his might to scoop her into his arms. His shoulder felt as if it were going to fall off.
He turned toward Bella, whose eyes were now closed. He sighed, feeling as though she had finally gone unconscious.
Jacob hurried to the couch and laid Leah down. He grabbed his cell phone from off of the table, and began to dial 911. It rung once before someone picked up.
"911, what's your emergency?" the woman asked.
"There is an escaped prisoner who had broken into my house and attacked my wife and I—
Jacob was silenced by the sound of knives clanking to the ground. He turned toward the mirror, but saw nothing but abandoned broken shards.
"Hello? Are you there?" the woman asked, panic to her tone. Jacob didn't see Jay Jay anywhere.
"Jay Jay!" he hollered, hurrying into the kitchen. When he made his way in there, Jay Jay was sitting on the ground, his head dug into the pizza box. Jacob swallowed thickly, watching as Jay Jay devoured a slice of pizza.
He heard horror filled screams coming from the living room, and dropped the phone.
"Leah," he whispered, hurrying into the living room. Bella had a butcher knife to Leah's neck, yelling threatening things into her face.
"Jake!" Leah cried, her voice weak and hoarse. Bella started at Leah's ear, slowly sliding the blade across her flesh. Leah began to scream, clutching at anything she could hold onto.
Before Bella could get close to her throat, Jacob had her by her hair, pulling her onto the ground.
"We've traced your place of residence and people on their way to help you!" the woman screamed into the deserted phone.
Jacob looked between Leah and Bella, confused at what to do. Leah needed to have something pressed against her cut, but Bella was sure to get away. Regardless of how hurt Bella was, she wouldn't stop until she was dead.
Bella turned upright, looking up at Jacob. She still had the knife clutched tightly in her hands, her white lips quivering.
"I'm sorry it had to come to this, baby," she choked out, listening as the sirens began blare outside. She looked at the sharp blade, and laughed before plunging it into her own stomach. Jacob's mouth gaped open, staggered at what she had just done.
Blood spilled from her mouth as she looked deep into Jacob's eyes. Slowly, she fell back, her eyes fluttering closed.
Jacob stood frozen in his spot, peering down at Bella's body. When Jay Jay came waddling out of the kitchen, something jolted him to life.
He looked to Leah, who was struggling to breathe. He hurried to her side, his tears returning. He held his hand over her wound, as she turned to look at him.
"I'm right here," he promised, as officers barged through the doors.
"Put your hands up!" they shouted, looking in Jacob's direction. A few paramedics hurried to Jay Jay's side, and a few others hurried to Bella's.
"She's right there," Jacob said, pointing to Bella. "She's the prisoner that escaped and attacked my family."
One of the officer's came closer, and quickly identified Bella. He grabbed his walkie talkie, and signaled the officers to take their weapons off of Jacob.
"That's Isabella Swan," he said, sighing heavily. He reached down and put his fingers to her neck. "She's still alive. Get her hooked up on the truck."
Jacob took a breath of relief, pleased at the fact that she wasn't dead. He wanted her to go down for everything that she had done, not take the easy way out.
Paramedics rushed over to Leah, who was slowly trying to recover from the damage that was done to her body.
"Wait!" she gasped, tears streaming down her cheeks. "My baby… Lauren… she's upstairs in the bathroom closet," she said, her head falling back. Jacob's heart stopped; he had almost forgotten about his baby.
He hurried up the stairs, followed by a few officers. He burst into the bathroom, hurrying to the closet. When he opened the doors, he expected to see a nightmare. Instead, he came face to face with a sleeping newborn. He breathed out the lungful of air that he was holding in, gathering his child into his arms.
An officer began to examine her as they descended down the stairs. One of the officers noticed Jacob's wound, and took the baby from him. He was taken outside and put in a paramedic's truck, along with Leah.
She was hooked up to some tubes, her eyes searching around with confusion; she was traumatized.
"Where are my kids?" Jacob asked, as one of the paramedics closed the double doors. One of the other paramedics began to shred off Jacob's shirt, treating his wound. "I'm not going anywhere without them."
The paramedic said something on his walkie, and in less than a second, Jay Jay and Lauren were brought to them.
"We were going to take them to the station for the night," an officer told him. Jacob held Lauren in his arms, and put Jay Jay by his side.
"They'll be fine with their mother and father," Jacob declared, dismissing their reasoning. The doors closed after that, and they began their journey to the hospital.
Once Jacob was bandaged up, he handed Lauren to the paramedic and scooted over to Leah. She looked frail and distressed, but was reassured when she saw Jacob's face.
"It's over," he whispered, reaching for her hand. A tear fell down her cheek, and she let out a shaky breath.
"It's really over?" she cried, squeezing at his hand. He nodded blissfully, reaching down to press his lips against hers. He pulled away, and she smiled for the first time that night.
"Finally," she said, laughing a bit. "I was getting tired of that bitch."
Jacob smirked, and pecked their intertwined hands.
Finally, Bella couldn't hurt them anymore. Finally, their lives could go back to normal.
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