~A/N You've all been great so far. I appreciate your questions and interest for this different spin on things. I have to remind you again, I have very specific intentions with this story so this chapter comes with a trigger warning.

I have to break you before I can piece you back together...

Chapter 5

Jacob decided to stay in the chair tonight since Bella seemed to be tossing and turning quite a bit. She was in and out since her miraculous awakening. Maybe she was afraid to close her eyes if she realized how long she'd been out. He kept his connection to her by holding her hand. "Even if it feels like you've been sleeping forever, you really should try to sleep."

She coughed. Jacob got her water. Bella took a few sips of water and some juice, but she couldn't tolerate the clear broth Rose brought earlier. It was too soon. Her stomach was used to being empty.

"He. Um... I can't," she grimaced from the pain. Jacob wasn't sure what that was about. Her screaming? The long period of time in silence?

"He won't."

Her bottom lip trembled. She rocked her body side to side. Carlisle didn't want her to sit up, but Jacob could tell she wanted to.

"Hold on. I'll help." Bella felt like skin over bones. He was so careful touching her almost like he worried she'd break, so the process took forever.

"I need..." she started to cry again.

Rose arrived. "It's bedtime." Rose usually made one last stop before they went to sleep for the night to make sure Bells was comfortable and clean. Jacob was pretty sure Bella didn't realize how bad off she'd been. "I can't believe you're sitting up Bella. Amazing. She shouldn't have this core strength so soon."

"It's the blood."

"Probably. Let's all hope she never howls at the moon." Jacob rolled his eyes, fucking bitch always took digs at him, but she'd been an asset. "Bella, would you like to use the actual bathroom on your own? I mean the dog can carry you and I can assist."

Bella tried to hide her face from him. "Don't be embarrassed Bells. You were unconscious."

"Do you want me to leave you with Rose or carry you to the bathroom?"

Eventually, she reached for Jacob, so he could carry her to the small bathroom in the back of the room.

He stuck his head outside and whistled. Paul was first to respond. "What's up? Is it time to kill?" Lahote asked that several times a day. He was in kill mode and Sam kept telling him to knock it off. For once, Jacob saw eye to eye with Paul.

"No. I wish, but where's the bloodsucker?"

"He's hunting. Quil and Embry are following him out while he takes out Bambi's Mom and Pop. It's pretty sad."

"She's awake Paul."

"No shit!"

"Yes and when he gets back, I'm afraid there's going to be a huge altercation. Warn everyone. I might need to run with her. Bella doesn't want to see him."

"Is she up for a run?"

"I think so. Dr. Fang gave her a bunch of my blood. She's coming around faster than expected."

"Wow. That's fucking awesome. Should've tried that days ago."

"I know."

Jacob walked back in the room. Rose helped her to a chair. "She said she feels like sitting up a while."

"Okay. That's great. Was everything okay with, you know?"

"She insisted I ditch the diapers. I think that's progress."

He gave her two thumbs up, but Bella only stared at nothing. Damn. Jacob didn't know how to behave. He said about anything and everything when she was asleep, but he was so damn worried of saying the wrong thing to her now. It was like she wanted him near, but not too near. He never wanted her to react to him like she had over Dr. Cullen. She seemed decent with Rose, but overall Bella was void of expressions or emotions.

That all ended when Edward came inside the house. Jake heard the chaos before he made it inside the room. Paul was toe to toe with him. The guys were insisting he couldn't visit her, but Edward had the majority of the family behind him.

"He's her husband. Let him through."

Bella lost it again. She started screaming, violently thrashing in the chair by the mere sound of the leech's voice even though she covered her face intitially. Someone mentioned seizure. It was Rose. Jacob couldn't make much sense of anything, but he flipped the fuck out. He did this. If she fully regressed, the wait was over. Edward pleaded with Carlisle to do something. Pieces of furniture flipped over, glass broke in the background and no one was backing down. The room was way too small for what was about to happen. Jacob had to protect Bells. She was in the middle. He shouted for the pack to stand down and they immediately followed his order. Carlisle calmed his family and gave Bella something in an IV which worked almost instantaneous. There was a great deal of posturing back and forth, wolf versus vampire. Eventually the room was cleared. Rose got Bella back onto the bed.

Jacob pulled the guys aside, "Don't let him through again."

"What happened to her?"

"I'll tell you everything later. Watch for my signal." Jake gave instructions to prepare his father and told Seth to put Sue on alert. He needed her ready for a mini emergency if Bella flipped out like that again. He was glad Sam wasn't there or he'd have way more to deal with. When Bella recovered from that seizure or whatever it was, they were leaving. No question now.

Jacob came back to find Rose redressing her. He turned around to give Bells privacy.

"She wet herself, but she actually said 'fuck no' about another diaper. Since when does she curse? That's real progress. I like opinionated Bella."

He thought, me too. "Can I turn around?"

"Yes, she's decent. It's okay. Just a minor setback." For the first time, Bella forced a flat smile. Her cheeks burned bright red. She looked stoned now that he studied her more closely. "It's okay. The seizure did it. She's gaining strength by the minute. I bet the big bad wolf peed his bed when that newborn broke all his bones. Isn't that right dog?"

"I did no such..." Rose scowled at him. "I mean, yeah probably." He changed the subject.

"So what about these seizures?"

"Extreme stress. We'll need to keep her calm. Bella, you should be feeling drowsy soon. Don't fight it. The medicine will help you sleep and rest helps with the healing process."

She made eye contact so Jake answered what he imagined she wanted to know. "I stay even at night. I sleep beside you to keep you warm. You don't seem to mind. Perhaps, I should sit in the chair tonight to give you room."

Carlisle mentioned monitoring her closely for the rest of the night. Bella shook her head slightly since his back was turned to them.

"No, I think Bells needs her routine and you know how I feel about being watched when I'm trying to sleep. I'll shout if we need you."

Rose seconded Jacob. They would hear if she needed him. The two leeches left them and Jacob made an exaggerated noise of relief.

"Finally, I can breathe again. Bella?" Her eyes locked on him. "You don't have to talk since it hurts. Edward upsets you, right?"

She nodded.

"Okay, let me handle it. Blondie is right. Don't fight the meds, but when I see an opportunity, we're getting the hell out of here. Don't panic if you wake up and we're running through the woods. Does that sound okay? Can you handle such a thing?"

"Please..." she moaned.

He took that to mean please yes, get me the fuck away from these monsters. She extended her arm like she was reaching for him.

"You sure? I can stay in the chair."

"So cold."

"Okay. You don't want to talk about cold. You practically had icicles hanging off you the first night I got here."

Bella didn't respond to his lame jokes, but her breathing slowed, and she seemed content to be close to him. Jacob didn't wrap himself around her like normal. He just laid there practically hanging off the bed. Once she was out, he decided to slip off the bed and get busy organizing his plan. Something out of the ordinary on the floor caught his eye. It was the journal. Carlisle must have dropped it during that insane commotion when most of the pack and all the Cullens surrounded Bella.

Jacob needed that book. Maybe he could give it to Sue, and it would help her figure out Bella's care. Jacob walked over to the small light that stayed on all night and opened it to the first page. There was a lot of crap he didn't understand. It must be in some kind of doctor's shorthand, but a few things stood out.

He saw a reference to Bella's arms. Carlisle labeled an arm and indicated both bones in the forearms were broke in both her left and right arm. That wasn't a fall. Jacob always knew that was a lie, but Bella was small even before her drastic weight loss. How could she do anything with enough force to break four bones at once? She couldn't. It would take super human strength. Jake did his best not to dwell on what might have occurred while he watched vigil over Bells, but this book brought all his worst nightmares to the forefront of his mind. That fucker must have tossed her around like a rag doll. She was no match for him.

Jacob turned page after page with numeric equations and pharmaceutical information, but finally a diary-like entry halted his search. Carlisle wrote a passage about the day he arrived and the days that followed.

She screams constantly if I don't keep her sedated. Edward is beside himself. He wanted to inject her again. I stopped him. I can't imagine what went through his mind to lead him to this. One bite should have done it. I wished he would have called sooner.

I insisted he leave for a time to hunt. The family shouldn't bear witness to the change in his eyes, especially Rosalie and Esme. They wouldn't understand. He'd been so strong unlike Jasper. Edward was our most dependable member next to me. I didn't dwell on what caused his stumble.

Bella's condition worsens by the hour with her refusal to eat or drink. I'm concerned with the amount of drugs I must give her just to care for her personal needs. She won't allow us near her when she's conscious. Her menstrual cycle had been an issue. Edward had no experience with such things; he couldn't understand why she bled constantly with no signs of stopping. The pelvic exam exposed deep lacerations that needed suturing. Infection was a concern, so I started antibiotics.

Edward hung his head in shame when he admitted they consummated the marriage when she was human. He never wanted to, but Bella insisted. Then she pleaded to be turned to start the process. She didn't want to wait. He complied with her wishes and nothing went according to plan...

Jacob stopped reading. He ran to the small bathroom to heave the contents of his stomach. He fell onto cold, hard floor and stared at the ceiling. The words were embedded in his mind forever. Deep lacerations, bled constantly, pelvic exam. He raped her. Maybe the fear was in the back of his mind, but for some reason Jacob never thought of Cullen that way. What way? Sexual? He had no idea what he'd tried to convince himself previously. Hurting her like this had nothing to do with sex or love. Carlisle is a damn fool. He's a doctor. He has to know what really happened. The leech drank from her too. That's what he meant about his eyes and he covered for him. It was disgusting and Bella was a causality of their revolting existence.

Time was most definitely up for this coven except Blondie had proven herself. Maybe she wasn't the only one with some decency, but Edward was not the only one destined to perish for hurting Bella. Jacob hoped the pack would agree. The leech would pay the ultimate price for this treachery. No wonder Bella was absolutely petrified waking up still surrounded by these creatures. He came back into the room to find her making noises. Jacob grabbed the journal with one hand and rubbed Bella's palm with his other. His touch calmed her restless mumbling. He stared at her a few silent minutes. She was broken and fragile, but he saw past all that. She was still his Bells beneath the trauma and the horror.

Jacob found a female anatomical drawing next. Carlisle made an X where each bite existed. He also had small circles all over the drawing. What did those mean? He searched for some explanation. There were 13 bites. He'd overestimated before but it made sense, unlucky 13. What the fuck did those damn circles mean. There had to be close to fifty. His eyes ached from straining in the dark. His sight was excellent, but these dim pencil marks blurred from his flooding vision. He was glad she was asleep so she wouldn't see how much he cried. Jacob couldn't help it. How could he not cry knowing what happened? Eventually, he came to an unfamiliar word, but he knew what it meant.

Her worst contusions on the forehead and throat are slow to heal. All the others have disappeared. I hope these fade before the family arrives. Again, I'm afraid they won't understand. Edward said he had to hold her down during the fits for her own protection. Her larynx was damaged. The constant screaming didn't help. Now she makes no noise.

Contusion meant bruise. The drawing had a large circle on Bella's temple and the entire front of her neck. That's what the circles were. Carlisle documented every bruise and they were plenty. Bella must have been black and blue. Broken bones, bleeding, screaming in terror when he arrived, and Carlisle had the nerve to write the word accident over and over in this journal. He said it right to Jacob's face. This was attempted murder which included rape and an apparent choking. He sure as hell didn't know how she survived it, but he definitely understood why she gave up and started willing herself to death.

That was the ultimate miracle. Bella survived. There was no reasonable explanation for her survival. But she was here, living and breathing right in front of Jacob. He had to cling to that hope. Her life meant more than she ever imagined. He vowed to help her anyway possible. The universe gave her back to him when a week ago he'd lost all hope in love, friendship or purpose.

Bella spoke softly in her sleep, "I'm sorry Jake."

"Bells. Stop. You have nothing to be sorry for. I... I love you honey. You're my best friend. I'm going to take care of you."

"I came back to you."

"I know."

She shook her head like he was interrupting her. Bella's voice was much better. She spoke clearer this time. "I came back to tell you I'm so sorry. Now, please. Let me go."

"What? No way. I'm getting you out of here."

"Yes. I can't... kill me. Take this away. If you love me, then end this torture. I can't keep remembering and the memories won't stop. Nothing ceases it. Even when I slept like the dead, he is all I saw until I heard your voice, but it's not enough. Please Jacob. I don't want to remember. There's only one solution."

~Thanks for reading.

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FYI, I'm not done breaking...