AN: So- 2 chapters in one week? I couldn't wait to post this as a thank you to all of my awesome reviews (Solar571, team jazper, lionnara, AMUTOforever305, niffs178, nicole, ellaryne, ajowen, ).

This is unbeta-ed, so the mistakes are all mine.

Twilight belongs to Stephanie Meyer. Enjoy!

Bella

I try to say something, anything, but his hold on me is too tight. Instead, I begin to push against his upper body, hoping that he gets the hint.

He surprises me when I feel his grip on me lessen. I can breathe again properly, so I fill my lungs several times.

"Jake?" I finally manage to say.

I'm confused to say the least. Shouldn't he be in a detention centre or something, waiting for his trial? Unless he made bail… could he have done?

"Yes, Bella?" he grins down at me.

"What are you doing here?"

It's the only thing I can think to ask him.

He genuinely looks hurt as he hears my question. His hold on me loosens completely, and he lets me go. Immediately, he takes a hold of my left hand. His grip is almost painful as he holds on tightly. It's as if he's afraid I'll disappear on him, which I would if I got the chance too.

"Aren't you pleased to see me?" he asks.

Well, that doesn't answer my question.

I need to think carefully about how to answer him. I'm scared that he'll turn into the man that attacked me outside of Newton's months ago.

And I just want this to be over as soon as possible so I can go and find Edward.

"I didn't say that, Jacob," I tell him, calmly.

He smiles at me and nods, as if contemplating what he wants to say next. I can feel his thumb brush over my knuckles. Edward used to do that to me when we held hands. I miss it. I only feel repulsed when Jake does it which in turn makes me miss Edward all the more.

"I missed you," he says, staring at me in the eye.

What should I do? Play along, or run away? We are in a public place after all; there isn't a whole lot he can do to me. But that didn't stop him the last time. Edward did. He saved me.

Where is he now?

I choose to ignore Jake's last comment. I need some answers from him.

"What are you doing here?" I repeat, hoping he'll answer the question this time.

"I wanted to see you. You got me into a lot of trouble with the police, Bella. I could be facing a long prison sentence because of you. I didn't do anything that you weren't asking for. You need to tell them that when my case goes to court."

"Have you hit your head recently or something? Do you honestly believe I was asking to be raped by you? Because that's what it would have been, Jake. Maybe you deserve everything you get. Now let go of me," I say with as much force as I can. How dare he say something like that to me.

Crap, he looks angry.

"I'm not breaking the terms of my bail for the fun of it, Bella," he almost growls.

"How did you even make bail? I was told that yours was an open and shut case," I question as I think back to when I actually tried to get Jake out of custody. I can't believe I was gullible enough to try and help him.

"That isn't any of your business."

I consider how he could have found enough money. It must have been a lot. The only person who could have helped him out is his father, Billy.

Oh, Billy, what have you done?

My phone begins to ring again. I realise that I'm still holding it in my hand from when I tried to answer it earlier.

As I look down at it, so does Jake. His expression darkens.

He takes my cell from me. I'm too nervous to put up much of a fight for it.

Why do I have to be so weak?

"Who the hell is Edward?" he demands from me, as he reads the display on the phone.

Should I tell him the truth?

"I won't ask again," he jeers.

To hell with it…

"Give me the phone, Jacob," I say, my voice sounding slightly shaky. I was hoping to appear strong.

"I don't think so."

He answers Edward's call and brings the phone to his ear.

"Bella's phone," he states calmly, sounding like the old Jacob would.

I wish I could hear the response.

Jake begins to laugh loudly. I take this as my chance while he's distracted.

Trying to remember the minimal amount of self-defence my father taught me before I left for college, I force my knee into his crotch area with all the strength I have.

He doubles over, releasing his grip on my hand, obviously not expecting me to hurt him.

I then use the palm of my hand to damage his nose, hoping that I can at least break it. I think I have when I see blood as I take my hand away.

Charlie would be proud of me.

He drops my phone so that he can clutch at his nose.

"You bitch!" he shouts at me.

I quickly pick up my phone and run back towards the entrance of the park, away from Jake. My apartment isn't far from here. I think I can make it.

Feet don't fail me now.

I can't trust myself to look at my phone whilst I'm running, as much as I would love to tell Edward I'm okay. I can't even do that when I'm walking. Instead, I turn my head to glance behind me. I feel slightly relieved when I see I'm not being followed.

I really must have injured him. It upsets me a little that that makes me happy.

It doesn't take too long to reach my apartment. Adrenaline is good for something. When I make it through the door though, I hear and feel myself wheezing like a chain smoker. I really need to exercise more often.

I close and lock the door before collapsing on the floor. I take a minute to catch my breath.

Now that I'm sitting down, I can trust my co-ordination enough to look at my cell.

He's still on the line, waiting for me.

"Edward?"

"Bella?" he shouts back.

It's him! I immediately start to feel better even though I can feel the prick of tears in my eyes. Tears of relief I guess.

"What the hell happened? Where are you now? Who answered your phone? And why was he calling you a bitch?"

Wow, that's a lot of questions to answer at once.

Edward

I don't know where I want to go. I guess I just thought I would know when I started to drive.

Not having a destination in mind sucks when you're trying to get somewhere.

I must have been driving around for at least forty-ish minutes before passing that bar, Newton's, the place that my relationship with Bella began.

It seems poetic to me that it should end here too, like some form of closure. I'm pretty adamant that my relationship with her is over and that she isn't going to want to see me again. I don't deserve someone like her.

I pull up to park, make my way into the building, and choose a stool up at the bar so I can easily get a drink when I need one. I don't usually like to drink, but now feels like a good a time as any.

Not wanting to be disturbed, I turn my phone off. It's not like anyone would want to contact me anyway.

How could I have messed everything up so badly?

"You alright there?" asks the bartender.

After clearing my throat, I reply, "Can I get a beer, please?"

"Sure, but you look like you could do with something stronger."

He grabs a glass from somewhere and pours in a shot of whiskey from the bottle behind him. He puts it down in front of me and tells me it's on the house.

I thank him and drink it.

Now I know why Bella used to like coming here.

Bella…

I take my cell out from my pocket and turn it back on again, curious as to whether I have any messages. I know it's been less than five minutes but I can hope.

As I wait for it to load, the bartender brings me over a bottle of beer that I originally asked for. I hand him some money, which he takes, as well as the empty glass in front of me.

I take a couple of gulps of my drink and immediately begin to choke on it when I notice a missed call from Bella.

"Don't die on me, man," says the bartender, who keeps looking in my direction, obviously trying to make a joke. Now isn't the time.

"Thanks, I'm fine." I think.

I think about calling her back. She must have called me for a reason. Can I deal with any more rejection today though?

I decide to wait until I finish my drink. It'll give me a chance to decide what to say to her, if she lets me say anything at all.

I miss her.

I spend the next ten minutes contemplating what to do. I could go over to Bella's instead of calling her back. Maybe that's a stupid idea though. I have been drinking too; I don't think I'd be able to drive.

Coming here was a stupid idea.

"Man, am I glad to see you!" I hear what sounds like my brother boom from the direction of the entrance.

I turn to see if it's really him. It is. What could he want with me?

Most importantly, why is he happy to see me?

"Ed, you okay?" Emmett begins as he reaches the bar. He takes a seat on the stool next to mine.

I'm still a little shocked to see him.

"I'm sorry about earlier, little brother. I shouldn't have said those things. You need me right now, and I'm not doing a very good job at helping you. Come home, please?"

"Are you sure?" I ask, quietly.

"Definitely, I want you to come back. Where were you headed anyway?"

Good question, I think to myself.

"I still haven't really decided. I guess I just saw this place and thought it was the best place for me right now."

"A bar? Since when did you like to drink?" he questions me.

He already knows the answer to that.

"How did you know where to find me?" I ask.

"Bella, of course. She wasn't sure where you would be, so we all split up."

"All?"

"Yeah- me, Rose, and Bella. You have people that care about you, Ed."

I find that hard to believe. I haven't done anything to deserve their friendship, or love.

"I should call Bella," Emmett mutters to himself.

He does, but doesn't get an answer.

He sighs and says, "Why isn't she picking up?"

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"We all agreed that we would call each other when we found you, or didn't find you if that was the case. I'll try Rose instead."

He gets through to Rose and tells her that he's found me "drowning my sorrows" as he puts it.

I've only had one, my beer has been forgotten.

Bella has been trying to find me. That must be why she called earlier. But why would she want to?

Emmett hangs up the phone. I ask him why she's going to all this effort.

"I think that's best coming from her, Ed. We had a chat earlier. She made me see how selfish I was to you before you left. I should have stopped you, but I didn't. She's a great girl, Edward. Don't mess things up again."

Again?

I need to talk to Bella.

"Where is she?" I ask, quickly.

"City Park. Why don't you try and call her?"

I take his advice.

"Pick up, pick up…"

"Bella's phone."

What the hell?

"Where's Bella? Put her on," I demand.

He begins to laugh. The noise sounds familiar, like I've heard it before. He sounds crazy.

"Is Bella okay?" I hear Emmett ask.

"I honestly don't know," I quietly say to him.

Now I'm worried.

The man stops laughing. I hear movement.

"Bella?" I shout down the phone.

"You bitch!"

"For fuck's sake! What is going on?" I plea, angrily.

"Edward, calm down," says Emmett. "Give me the phone."

"No," I reply bluntly. "We need to go. I think Bella's in trouble."

"What?"

We hastily exit the bar. I throw the keys towards Emmett so he can drive. I just want to stay on the phone in case something happens. All I can hear is a noise like wind.

Emmett drives in the direction of the park. Every now and then I talk down the phone, hoping to get someone's attention on the other end.

After several excruciatingly long minutes, I begin to hear heavy breathing, like panting.

"Bella? Are you there?" I ask, becoming frantic.

"Edward?"

"Bella?"

I feel a sense of relief wash over me. It's my angel.

"What the hell happened? Where are you now? Who answered your phone? And why was he calling you a bitch?"

The questions just flow out of me.

"Man, is she alright? What the hell happened to her?" asks Emmett.

"I, uh, I went to the park. I thought you might be there, I don't know why. I was hoping you were… But, it's okay. You're okay. Emmett found you."

She's so selfless, always thinking of others before herself.

"Bella, where are you?" I need to see her, to know she's really alright.

"I'm at my apartment."

"Okay, don't go anywhere. I'll come to you," I tell her.

"Wait! Don't hang up."

"I won't, Bella. I'm not going anywhere."

I hope she realises how true that is. It scares me how strongly I feel for her. Telling her I love her doesn't seem to cover it.

"Good… How far away are you?"

"Just a couple of minutes, I'll be with you soon."

Bella

I walk as fast as I can down the stairs to let Edward into the building. When I see him, I can't stop myself from hugging him tightly, too afraid to let him go.

I don't want him to disappear again.

The great thing is, he hugs me back just as hard.

I hear someone clearing their throat.

"Sorry, Emmett," I say as I break away from Edward. "Thank you," I tell him. He found Edward.

I guide the guys up to my apartment. Edward holds my hand the whole way, not letting go until we walk through my door.

"Where's the little one?" asks Emmett as he takes a seat in the living room.

"Alice? She's in a lecture," I reply as Edward and I follow him. We take a seat on the sofa, close to each other.

"What happened?" asks Edward, quietly.

I think carefully about how to word this.

"Uh, do you remember my ex, Jacob? He managed to find me when I went looking for you."

"What? How?" they both ask at the same time.

"He said he made bail. I guess he's been out for the past month or so."

"What did he want?" Emmett questions.

"He didn't want to go to jail," I state, simply. "When his case goes to court, he wanted me to change my statement and tell the jury that I was 'asking for it'," I quote.

Edward looks furious. So does Emmett when I glance at him.

"I'm going to meet up with Rose and give you two some time to talk," begins Emmett. "Bella, call the police, please. Maybe you can get a restraining order or something?"

"Sure, Emmett. Thank you for all your help today."

He nods and gets up to leave. When he reaches the door he turns around and says, "I'm taking your car, Ed. See you guys later."

He leaves.

I look at Edward, hoping that he's calmed down a little.

When I do, I don't see any trace of anger on his face, just lust.

Before I can say anything, he attacks me with his mouth.

I missed his lips.

His hands end up on my cheek and waist. My hands circle around the back of his head to play with the hair there. He likes it when I do that. It seems to have a calming effect. This time, it spurs him on even more. He pulls me closer to him and I end up straddling his lap.

I break the kiss first. I need to breathe. We don't move from our position though. I like it here.

"I love you, Bella."

And for now, that's all I needed to hear.

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