A/N: BOOBS BOOBS ASS LEMONS BOOBS LEMONS ASS BOOOOOOOBS. Okay, now that I've got your attention, here's the author's note. Read it. Hey, guys! Destructive Desire (my, that's a cheesy name) is finally back. So, originally, this was going to be, like, three separate chapters, but I was pressured by my dear friend Kelly to bring some excitement, and I did (or at least tried to). This chapter originally had six song titles, so the full name would be Dangerous Girl :: Jump :: Body Electric :: Treats :: Toxic :: Million Dollar Man. "Dangerous Girl", "Jump", "Body Electric", and "Million Dollar Man" are by the wonderful Lana Del Rey. "Treats" is by the fricking awesome band called Sleigh Bells. "Toxic" is by the fantastic legend Britney Spears. But for short, this chapter shall be called "Jump." Haha, the 21st chapter called "Jump." 21 JUMP STREET WOOOOOO. ...Don't mind me, I'm weird.

And YES, I will include the lyrics of inspiration, from ALL SIX songs, 'cause I love them.

-Dangerous Girl:

We were born to kill,
Best of the best
The new, Wild West
Let me put on that party dress
Hell, yes!

-Jump:

Palm trees in black and white
Last thing I saw before I died
Palm trees in black and white
Was the last thing I saw before I died
Right line, right man
Right mixture of cocaine and heroin

-Body Electric:

My clothes still smell like you,
All the photographs say that we're still young
I pretend I'm not hurt,
I walk about the world like I'm havin' fun
And I get crazy every Friday night,
I drop it like it's hot in the pale moonlight
and when I pray, I'm feelin' alright,
She's swayin' softly, to her hearts delight

-Treats:

Deep sleep
Put the heat on the street
Let the enemy sing with me

-The whole thing of Toxic, whatever.

-Million Dollar Man:

I don't know how you convince them and get them, but
I don't know what you do, it's unbelievable
And I don't know how you get over, get over
Someone as dangerous, tainted and flawed as you

A/N continued: Okay, I'm done with the lyrics. That's it. So here's chapter 21, called "Jump."

Jump

I ended up sleeping for another fifteen hours that night, Thursday night, and Friday night, too. Maybe even longer. Can you imagine that? Being completely dead to the world for at least fifteen hours (which is a pretty long time) every day, only to find out that you weren't really missed in your time being gone? To find out that nobody would care at all, even if you really did die?

Charlie must have been one of those people, because when I resurfaced on Saturday night, he wasn't home. The house was eerily empty.

My mind was burned with mental images of Edward. We hadn't had a boring time last night. We could have gone to the moon and back. Snorted one spoon, I was good. Two was good. Three was good, as well. Four had me flying to the stars. Anything after that had me out of this galaxy. Out of this universe.

My clothes still smelled like Edward. If danger had a smell, that's what my clothes smelled like. Danger, adrenaline, cigarettes, and sex. My memories told me that we were still young, and we had to live, even as we were crashing down into the pits of hell. We didn't need anybody else, though. We had each other. Or at least I pretended. I had a broken mind, it seemed.

I also pretended that I wasn't hurt. It was hard, but I did. I tried to convince myself and everyone else that all I was doing was having fun. I'd been looked at that way before. I hadn't had issues in Phoenix; I was just a partier. And now I wanted that reputation back. Everyone thought I had problems now, when really, I just had more fun than everyone else. Everyone else was just boring. I was normal. Yes, that was it.

Anyway, though, last night with Edward was not a boring night. Not at all. In my head, we were taking over. World domination. I was his sweetheart, his sweet mess, and he was my dangerous boy, my million dollar man. He liked me sexy and fearless, but never mean. I was too pretty for that. We were like the new Wild West or something. We were born to kill. We got down on Friday nights in who knows where and took over, the heat still going even after the sun went down. And in a way, he was my hero.

Then I'd wake up and realize that we were just two dangerous, tainted, and flawed losers that had nothing better to do but drugs and each other. Oops.

I was doing an awful lot of thinking for just waking up. Jesus. I was also starving. I went downstairs to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, cooling my face. There I saw a nice, cool plate of nothing. Totally empty, besides half a jug of milk, a bottle of ketchup, and two eggs.

I opened the freezer. Nothing but ice cubes. In the cabinets, nearly empty boxes of crackers and whatnot seemed to be collecting dust. This would simply not do. I wanted a burger. I got dressed and headed out to my truck.

They really need to put a McDonald's or two in Forks, I thought as I drove to Port Angeles, in search of the golden arches of heaven... or at least as close as I could get, anyway.

Edward called my cell phone, asking where I was, and I told him I was driving to McDonald's. He told me he'd meet me there.

I was up against the hood of my truck in the parking lot when Edward actually arrived at a reasonable time, smoking a cigarette, looking like hell. He didn't look like he was beaten up, but like he was actually still tired. He had to have slept longer than me. It was unbelievable.

But even as he did look like shit, I kissed him. Maybe we were so wrong for each other that we were right, or maybe we were just both fucked, but I still kissed him nonetheless. He tasted like cigarettes and something else that I couldn't quite put my finger on. We needed help. Oh yes, we needed a lot of help, but what could we do? Couples therapy? I almost laughed.

When I pulled away, he said, "I'm starving."

"We're at a McDonald's," I said, gesturing to the golden arches. "Eat something."

He gave me the twisted, off smile that I was used to. "Food's not what I had in mind. I'd rather eat something else."

I laughed. "Well, I'm not down for any of that right now. Maybe later, though?"

"Yeah. Wanna head to my place now?" His face was hopeful.

I shook my head.

His eyebrows furrowed. "Why not?"

"My dad's gonna be pissed." Yeah, I just used the lamest excuse in the book. I didn't care about what Charlie thought anymore, but I didn't want to go with Edward to his place right now.

"Right," Edward said sarcastically. "Of course."

"Sorry."

"Come on, let's just go," he tried again.

I said no again, and ended up regretting the decision later.

Fast forward to a couple of hours later into the night, and my body was bruised pretty damn hard. How could have I been so stupid, so absolutely foolish? I wasn't past Edward hitting me yet. No fucking way. He wasn't through with me.

It was like I'd been asking for it. And I was. Saying no was wrong. Everything he said was right, and I had to play along.

He was so toxic, but I must have been the same way if I could put up with it for so long.

I was disappointed in the both of us.

With most of my Saturday wasted, I woke up on Sunday morning at a decent time with a plan for the day.

Operation: Win Charlie Back (also known as Mission: Impossible) was a go.

I cooked breakfast, I went shopping for groceries, and I even cleaned up. It took forever because I hadn't done any of those things in a long time, but Charlie was pleased. I was glad I was getting somewhere. Maybe things would go back to normal, or as normal as they could be, anyway.

When I looked at Charlie, though, I saw that he looked disappointed. Disappointed in me, himself... everything. He had this really sad look in his eyes. He knew I was helpless, even as he didn't know half the story. He thought I wore long-sleeved shirts all the time because I was cold. He thought I was out with friends all the time, just hanging out. He thought the heroin thing was a one time stunt. He had no clue. He had no idea whatsoever, and even though he didn't, he saw that I was crashing, and that I was crashing hard. It was obvious. My pretending could fool everyone else, but not him. But if that were the case, then why wasn't he doing anything? Had he given up on me?

My afternoon was uneventful, but at night I decided that to top off my plan to win Charlie back, I would go to Jacob's house. I hadn't seen him in days, anyway.

I got a ride from Jacob without telling Edward a word. I knew I was digging myself into an even deeper hole. I didn't care.

Jacob didn't seem to be that welcoming when was there, though. He almost seemed pissed off with me.

"You okay, Jake?" I said as I carefully sat down on his couch.

"I have a better question," he said, leaning up against the arm of the couch. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," I said. "Why?"

"Stuff's been going around."

"What kind of stuff?"

Jake sat down next to me on the couch. He sighed. "You know fast word spreads around here. People have been talking."

"About what?"

"About you and Edward."

"Jake, this isn't helping. What are people saying?"

"They're saying you're back together and you've been all over each other."

My heart could have dropped to my stomach in that instant.

"If you don't want to date me anymore, why don't you just say so?" he asked. "Don't tug me around, because you know I would never do that to you." Jacob was looking at me straight in the eyes, and I felt terrible.

"I am so sorry, Jake," I told him. "I am."

He didn't seem to be buying it. "I'm sorry for not being good enough," he said bitterly.

I put a hand to his shoulder. "Come on, babe -"

He shrugged it away. "Don't call me 'babe.'"

"Jake, I'm sorry. I had to break up with you again because of Edward."

"So, you're dating him again? I'm confused. All you seem to do is lie to me."

I shook my head, and I knew this wasn't making things better. I was lying - again. It was horrible how I wanted to be with Jacob, and that I'd faked breaking up with Edward not once, but twice. I had fucked up everything.

In Jacob's eyes, I could see that he was heartbroken. I had hurt - and confused him - so damn much.

I could also see that he still loved me. I couldn't see why, but he did. Jacob loved me unconditionally. He probably wouldn't always love me, but right now, he did. I'd seen those eyes before. I knew them so well.

"Everything's just complicated," I said. "I'm sorry."

"I'm sick of your games, Bella," Jake said. "Please, just tell me the truth."

That was when I stood up and started pulling my shirt up. Jacob needed to know the truth, and now I would give it to him.

"Bella, what makes you think that I wanna have sex right now?" he asked. "You're really confusing me."

"Shhh."

I slipped my shirt off the entire way, letting it fall to the ground, and slowly, I traced the long scar along my ribcage. It was the same scar that Jacob had noticed last December.

"You remember this?" I asked softly. I stepped forward and took his large hand in mine and made him feel the raised scar.

"You feel that, Jake?" I asked. He nodded.

"Edward did that," I whispered. "He did that a year ago, back when we were first dating. He stabbed me with a piece of glass. He was pissed, and he took his anger out on me. He always does."

I moved Jake's hand to a fresh bruise at my waist. "He did this, too," I added.

I placed his hand on a bruise at my lower back. "And this." Then the one on my right forearm. "This, too."

Jacob didn't say a word.

"You're the first person I'm telling, Jake. I've never told my counselor, or my dad, or anyone. You are the first person to know what I'm going through, Jacob. I trust you. Just please... don't give up on me. I don't have anybody but you right now."

And that, right there, was the truth. I would never lie to Jacob over something like this.

"And that's it," I whispered. Jacob pulled me in for a hug, as bare as I was, and his scent was familiar and comforting. Jacob smelled woodsy. I liked it. I felt his fingers linger along the bruises on my back, tracing them.

"I can't believe he did this to you," Jake murmured.

"I'm so sorry for just telling this to you now," I said. I hoped he wouldn't mind the few tears on his t-shirt.

"I want to kill him," Jake murmured.

I sighed, pulled away, and put my shirt back on. "So do I. Just... just don't, okay?"

"Bella, this can't let this go unnoticed. Do you know how serious this is? You have to speak up."

I shook my head. "I would, but I can't."

"Why not?"

"You don't know Edward like I do."

"I think I should talk to him." Jacob stood up and got his jacket, storming out of the house.

I followed him. "Jake, what are you doing?"

He didn't answer my question. He just went out to his Rabbit. "Get in," he said.

Without a word, I got in and quickly buckled my seatbelt, trembling.

As he drove off to Forks, barely legally, my cell phone vibrated in my pocket. I checked out the caller ID. It was Edward. Like always.

"Where are you?" he asked when I answered the call.

"I'm leaving Angela's. I'll see you soon, okay?"

"I'm in your driveway," he said. "Hurry up." He hung up on me.

As I stuffed my phone back into my pocket, Jake asked, "Who was that?"

"Edward. He's at my house."

"Good."

By the time Jacob was parked on the curb, it was raining heavily. I saw Edward leaning against the door of his silver Volvo. Jacob got out of the car and charged up the driveway to Edward.

"Jacob!" I shouted. "Stop!"

He ignored me. "That does it, Cullen," he spat at Edward.

"What did I do now?" Edward asked bitterly.

"First you went down to the rez for no fucking reason, and now you're hitting girls." Jacob was only a few inches away from Edward.

Edward shoved him. "Get away from me," he growled.

Jacob shoved him back. "What, do you hit your sister too?!"

"I said, get away!" Edward yelled. He tried to punch Jacob in the face, but he missed by a few centimeters. Jacob punched Edward square in the face. Edward was bleeding from the nose in seconds.

In the next few seconds the boys were strangling, punching, and kicking each other. They were also cursing a lot. I screamed for them to cut it out, but nobody listened to me.

I got between them, to break them up, and when Edward realized I was trying to do that, he pushed me - hard - out of the way and onto the concrete. I landed on my back and hit my head. He didn't seem to regret hurting me at all. Just like always. Then he went back to hurting Jacob.

Jacob had him in a choke hold when Charlie stormed out of the house. "What is going on?!" he yelled.

Charlie had to seperate Jacob and Edward himself. "What happened?" he asked them, still standing between them. He had one hand on Edward and the other on Jacob, holding them apart. Jacob and Edward were both bleeding. I was even bleeding from when I scraped my arm on the pavement.

"Guess what, Charlie?" Jacob asked, staring at Edward with pure hatred. "Edward's been beating your daughter."

Charlie stared at Edward. He looked like he wanted to kill Edward. "WHAT?"

"You heard me," Jacob said. He turned to me. "Bella, show him your bruises."

I looked down to the wet concrete. The rain was still pounding to the surface. "Go home, Jake," I mumbled, feeling the hot tears running down my face. I had messed up everything once again. Wasn't that just perfect?

Charlie walked over to me. "Show them to me, Bella," he said.

I rolled up my right sleeve and showed him my arm, and the bruise seemed to be throbbing now. Charlie turned to Edward with a serious, angry look on his face. "You're in trouble, Edward. Unless you want to be taken to the police station right now, I suggest you leave, this moment."

Edward wordlessly got into his car and drove away. After he left, Jacob silently left, too.

"Let's get you out of the rain," Charlie told me gently. He walked me up the driveway and into the house. "Why don't you -" he began.

"I don't want to talk about it."

A/N: Bam. Now the spring break episodes are over. Shoop-da-whoop. What'd y'all think?

Keep it cool, don't try to be the new Wild West, take it easy,

MTL. xo

OH, and I almost forgot. When this fanfic hits 100 reviews, I will make a big note, acknowledging those that have reviewed this fanfic. :)