A/N: Sorry for not updating sooner (If it was too long lol) I was sick, but I feel better now so it's all okay!

Chapter 51

"I-I.. I umm.." I stuttered. I could feel the blood rushing to my face.

"S-sorry,..." Jake said getting up. I looked at him.

"Uh no! Y-you stay.. I-I'll leave!" I said. "I- umm I just came for pajamas..." I said. I quickly got my pajamas out of my dresser and I could feel Jake's eyes on my face.

"Stay, I um I'll be right back.." I said looking at him and hurried back into the bathroom. Once I shut the door, I locked it and pressed my back against it. Oh my gosh. Great, just great that's all I need! I walk in with nothing but a towel on and he probably thinks I'm ugly. Great.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god." I said. I started screaming it in my head when my dad came down the hall and into my room.

Daddy! I yelled in my thoughts already knowing he knew what happened. He didn't know; leave him alone! I yelled again. I listened very carefully, hoping my Dad would not freak out. But of course he did.

"Out Mutt!" He yelled. I flinched at the sound of his voice. I got changed as quickly as I could but was forced to listen to their argument as I did.

"I didn't see anything," Jake said, quietly.

"The hell you did! Get OUT!" He yelled. I heard someone take a deep breath.

"Edward…," Jake said calmly. "Let go of me." I pulled my shirt over my head as quickly as I could and swung my bathroom door open. I took a step into my room and saw my Dad holding the shoulder of Jake's shirt. He was holding him the same way Jason did to me in the storage room everyday at lunch. Everything he did flashed in my mind. Pain shot through my chest and I clutched it. My breathing went weird and everything spun. My legs collapsed. Jake pulled out of my Dad's hold and ran over to me.

"Ness? Talk to me!" He pleaded. I groaned. Suddenly the sharp pain was back and I screamed
I gripped his hand.

"Make it stop!" I pleaded. He looked over to my dad who was gone in a flash probably to go get my mom and Carlisle. He took a deep breath.

"Think about something else," he said.

"Like what?" I yelled. Pain shot through Jake's eyes for a moment.

"Me. Think about me." Another wave of pain made me scream. I fell into Jake, my head on his shoulder. I could smell him and I thought if I was going to think of anything, it would be him. So I tried. I thought of every time he made me smile. I thought of every goofy face he'd ever made. I thought of the first time he'd said he loved me. I thought of the first time he'd kissed me.

"Renesmee, what hurts?" My grandpa asked. I hadn't even heard him come in.

"Why do you keep asking that freaking question? Everything!" I yelled. I couldn't lift my head so I just kept it on Jake. My Grandpa gave me some more morphine which slowly started to take effect but my breathing was still not normal. I kept taking really small quick breaths, almost hyperventilating.

"She can't be put under any stress," my Grandpa said. Stress? Stress like my Dad almost beating the crap out of my boyfriend? My Dad sighed. I'd guessed he'd heard that. Good, I'm glad he did.

"Edward, I need to go get more morphine. Come with me?" My Grandpa asked.

"No. I'm not leaving her."

"Let me rephrase that then. Come with me," my Grandpa said. "She'll be fine. She's got Jake and everyone else is just downstairs." He sighed and got up. My breathing still wasn't normal.

"Ness, look at me, calm down." Jake said.

"I .. Can't!" I said. He leaned down and pecked me on the lips.

"Try." He said simply. I took a deep breath and tried to calm down. It worked a little. After a few minutes, Jake moved so he was sitting on the floor, his head on the bed frame, and pulled me onto his lap. I moved my head so it was in the side of his neck. I tried to control my breathing but it was just so hard.

"Shh, are you okay?" He asked, quietly.

"Are you?" I whispered. Jake ran his hand through my hair.

"I am now," he said. Now? My breathing started to get quicker. Jake started to rub my arm. "Breath."

"Trying," I murmured. A few minutes later, Jake's breathing slowed and his muscles started to relax. I looked up and his eyes were closed.

"Jake?" I whispered. I didn't want to wake him up if he was asleep. The side of his lips twitched and he opened one eye.

"Yeah?"

"Just making sure you're awake…" I kept looking at him. how could I have lied to him? How could I have kept something this big from him? I felt like the worst person in the world. I put my head down on his chest and listened to his heart beating, and his breathing. I tried to calm myself down by listening to his heart, and making my breathing follow his. I kept trying and it worked. I finally got myself to stop hyperventilating and calm down. If stress is what did that then I don't want to be stressed again. My eyes closed and I just focused on his heart beat. After a few minutes of my breathing being normal Jake spoke.

"You wanna get off the floor?" He asked, quietly. I thought about that for a moment and nodded. It wasn't exactly comfortable on the floor. Jake helped me up. Yeah, there was pain but somehow it didn't hurt as much when I was with Jake. He helped me onto my bed. That was so much nicer than the floor. It was soft and smelled good, like home. Jake helped my lie back and stood by the side of my bed for a moment. He looked at my face with a little sadness in his eyes. This made me a little self-conscious.

"Don't look at me like that. I know I look like crap," I mumbled, frowning. His expression changed.

"No! No, that's not…" He sighed. "One you absolutely don't and two that's not what I was thinking about."

"Yes I do," I mumbled. "One side of my face is so swollen it's about 3 times its usual size, I have small scars all over my face, and my entire body is either blue, black, or yellow." He sighed again.

"Yellow is good, it means it's healing," he said.

"It doesn't look good," I said and pulled up my shirt a little so he could see my stomach but he didn't look down. He kept his eyes on mine.

"What I was thinking about was, how somebody could do this to you, and how helpless I feel right now. I feel like I.. I don't know... I didn't stop it in time, I feel guilty." He admitted. I sighed, put my shirt down, and patted the spot next to me. He flinched.

"I don't want to brake you." He said. I smiled.

"Jake, you won't brake me." I said. He slowly sat down next to me on the bed. "Look, Jake, it's not your fault. It's mine for not being able to... trust anyone? I mean it's not that I didn't want to, I was..." I trailed off.

"Scared." Jake said finishing for me. I nodded.

"But I'm fine now." Jake flinched.

"You call this fine?" He said. He was upset but didn't raise his voice at me. "Renesmee, you're practically broken." He said with sadness in his eyes. I smiled weakly.

"I might be broken, but I will be fine." I said. Jake's eyes filled with tears and he tried to blink them away. I put my hand on the side of his face.

"Jake…" I started. He looked up at me and shook his head.

"I'm fine. You don't have to stress about me," he said and faked a smile. I looked at him. I wasn't sure what to say. But I hated that he was faking. I put a finger on the two ends of his lips and pulled them down into a frown and dropped my hand. We looked at each other in silence for a moment. I could see him arguing with himself about whether to talk to me or put it away and fake a smile for the rest of the day. Honestly, I think I would be more stressed if he faked. I sighed.

"Jake, I love you, you can tell me anything." I said to him. He shook his head and smiled.

"I love you too, I'm fine," he said not looking me in the eyes. I leaned up a little and kissed him on the cheek. I guess my dad didn't come up with the morphine because he figured out Jake calmed me down. I was kind of glad about that. I liked being with Jake. He helped me relax. I leaned back to lie down and Jake came back with me. I turned to look at him. He moved the hair out of my face and smiled. Then he looked down and started tracing patterns on my arm. Why couldn't he just talk to me?

"It'll stress me out more if you don't just talk to me," I said, after debating whether or not to for a few minutes. He sighed, a few tears coming to his eyes, when he blinked they fell. I put my finger under his eye a wiped them away.

"You don't know how badly I want to hold you, and just wrap you up in my arms, protecting you from everything in the world that would hurt you, but I'm terrified I'll hurt you, and I was so close to losing you, and if Kacey wasn't there… I just- I just can't lose you Ness, I can't ." He said, almost crying. I looked up at him a blinked a few of my tears away. His face was only inches from mine, so I closed the distance putting my forehead on his, with the point of my nose at the point of his. I looked into his eyes.

"I'm here Jake," I said, quietly. I looked back at me with sadness in his eyes but he didn't speak. "I'm right here," I repeated. "You can see me," I said. "You can hear me. You can smell me." I reached down and took his hand, intertwining our fingers. "You can feel me." He leaned down and pressed his lips against mine gently. When he pulled away, I smiled at him.

"See, I'm not going anywhere." I murmured. He smiled a little and wrapped his arms around me slowly, as if I was going to fall apart or turn into dust if he moved too fast. I felt a little pain but I was with Jake, so I didn't care. He kissed the top of my head and I smiled.

"I love you, Jake," I murmured.

"I love you too Ness, always," He said. I snuggled myself into him. There was a soft knock at my door and I turned around in Jake's arms to see my mom walk in with a smile on her face.

"How are you feeling?" She asked. I smiled. "You look better," she said, looking at me in Jake's arms. "Are you hungry?" She asked. As if on cue, my stomach growled. Jake chuckled.

"I think that's a yes," he said. My Mom laughed.

"Okay. What do you want?" She asked. I thought about that for a moment and realized I really didn't care, I just needed to eat something. I just shrugged. My mom smiled at me.

"I'll tell Esme to make you some spaghetti, okay?" She asked. I nodded.

"Sure." I said. My mom looked from me to Jake.

"You want some too?" She asked. He looked at her.

"Sure Bells." he said. "Thanks." He said to her as she left. I smiled at Jake and snuggled into him. I sighed in content. For the first time since all of this started, I actually felt good. I actually felt happy. Jake snuggled his head into my neck.

"Mmm," Jake mumbled, near my ear. I smiled.

"Comfortable?" I asked.

"Very," he said against my hair. I giggled. My phone on my bed-side table started to vibrate. "I got it," Jake said. I felt the bed move slightly as he reached over and got my phone but it didn't hurt me. I held out my hand but Jake didn't give it to me, instead, he read it.

"It's from Kacey. It says 'How are you feeling? Any better? How's Jake?' Then she did a little winking face." I could hear the cocky smile in his voice.

"Jake," I whined. He laughed.

"And that she is coming over soon. Do you want her to get you anything?" I shook my head so he punched in a few letters and sent it then placed my phone back on the table. He wrapped his arm back around me and snuggled back into me. I smiled. He began tracing random shapes on my arms like last time. My Mom walked back into the room and I almost jumped. She held two bowls. One smaller one and one big one. She smiled at me and walked over. Jake helped me prop myself up so I could eat. My Mom handed me the bowl of spaghetti and I inhaled the smell.

Jake got the big bowl and I got the smaller one. But I had enough. I ate the entire thing almost as fast as Jake did with his bowl. Somehow he still finished before me.

"You act like you haven't eaten in forever." Jake said. I smiled innocently and shrugged.

"If forever feels like two weeks then yeah about close to that..." I mumbled lowly. He still seemed to catch it.

"You haven't eaten in two weeks?" He asked. I shrugged.

"Didn't feel like it." I said.

"Are you still hungry?" He asked "I'll get you some more." He said getting up. I clung onto him.

"No don't leave!" I said a little too fast, which of course he caught. "I'm not hungry at all, in fact I'm stuffed." He looked at me for a second and smiled. He lied back down next to me. He put both of his hands on either side of my face and kissed my forehead.

"So last time one of you was in this situation, you had your first kiss, what'll it be this time?" I heard a familiar voice say. I looked up and saw Kacey peaking through the door and smiling.