CHAPTER TWO

"What's all this, Bells?" Bella's father, Charlie, asked when she pulled into his driveway with her truck full of her things.

"I made a mistake, dad." Bella told him, looking into his eyes sadly. "I don't want to be married, we're not ready."

Charlie took Bella under his arm and walked with her inside, making a mental note to come back out and grab her things before it began to rain. "He isn't hurting you, is he?" Charlie asked anxiously, earning a quick shake of Bella's head.

"No, I'm just sick of it. He's always with his friends, and I deserve better. I deserve someone who wants to spend their time with me." She said, repeating the words Edward had told her the previous night.

They laid together on his couch, his fingers tangled in her hair. He whispered to her that she was beautiful, something she had never heard from Jacob, and that she needed to know that she could do better. That just because Bella was lucky to date him in high school, doesn't mean that she's lucky to be married to him after high school.

Jacob wasn't home when Bella got back. It wasn't weird, he usually didn't come home until early morning, when he was "sober" enough to drive down the street. He would just die if he crashed his bike in a drunken haze. She barely slept, the guilt overtaking her, and as the sun began to rise, Bella started to pack her stuff up. Edward was right. Jacob had lost her a long time ago, when he prioritized his friends over her.

As she stood in her old bedroom, she began to feel thing she didn't think she would feel. Hurt. She longed for her sweet, jock boyfriend that went to school on reservation and took her on picnics to the beach. She missed the way his fingers traced over her skin in a loving way, as opposed to the greedy way they had started just over a year ago. She wondered when Jacob would notice that she had left. Her side of the closet and drawers were empty, her toiletries cleaned out of the bathroom. She even took her favorite blanket off of the back of the couch.

As if it was clockwork, her phone began to buzz. Charlie was lugging up the bags and suitcase that held her belongings to her room when she answered.

"Where are you?" Jacob muttered, obviously hungover and confused.

"I left." Bella replied timidly.

"You left?" He growled into the phone. "What does that mean?"

Bella swallowed hard and pressed the heel of her hand to her forehead. "I left. I'm not happy, Jacob. We just aren't right for each other."

"So that's it?" Jacob asked after a brief pause. "All this time, after everything? We're just done? Bella, come on. Come home."

"Jacob, I want a divorce." Bella said softly as she sat on the edge of her old bed. It was still perfectly made, just how it had been when she left the house over two years ago.

"Don't do this, Bella. Baby," He whispered. It hurt Bella, it really did, but it hurt more that that was the first time she heard him call her a pet name since they were teenagers. "I love you. I'll change. I'll do whatever you need me to do, just come home."

Bella paused, tears welling in her eyes. "Why couldn't you just be there for me?" She finally managed to get out. "Why is this what it had to come to for you to tell me that you love me?"

Neither of them spoke for a while. Bella was the first to break the silence. "I wish it were different, but it's not. I want a divorce."

"Bella," Jacob started, but she stopped him by repeating the last four words of her previous statement, then hung up the phone.

Bella's face fell into her hands and she cried. Not because of Jacob, but for herself. She cried for all the time she lost in her loveless relationship, remembering when they were younger and were content with one another' company.

Her phone rang continuously throughout the day, but she was too busy unpacking to answer it.

When Monday rolled around, Bella drove herself to work, half expecting Jacob to be there, but he wasn't. Edward was, though, and he seemed worried about her.

"You never returned my texts." He said as she approached him with a sad smile. "What happened, are you okay?"

"I'm okay!" Bella ensured him, walking through the door that he had pulled open for her. Jacob would never hold a door for her; he wasn't the type for chivalry. "I'm back home with my dad." Bella continued, a little sadder than her original statement.

Edward gave her a sad smile out of the corner of his mouth. "I'm glad you got out, Bella." He whispered, following her to the bar, where he took his normal seat. She reflected his sad smile and rested her hand atop his folded ones before beginning to work.

Once she had finished her shift and pulled in a good chunk of tips, Edward walked her out to her car, where she, again, expected Jacob to be. No Jacob. She thanked him and promised to text him later before she hopped into the cab of her truck and drove to the courthouse.

"I'd like to file for divorce." Bella said to an older woman sitting behind a desk and a bullet proof window.

The woman looked up at her, then handed her a small packet of paper. "Someone will be right with you,…" She said, then paused and waited for Bella to fill in the blank.

"Bella Swan." She said, flashing a delicate smile to the woman before sitting in the lobby. She had chosen not to take Jacob's name when they got married. It surprised him and everyone around her, but the name Bella Black just sounded too secret agent to her, and she didn't want to live with that for the rest of her life.

Adjusting to living with Charlie again wasn't as hard as one may expect. Charlie never hovered and tended to let her do her own thing, and so she did. She made dinners every now and then, but would also stay out late with Edward, laying on his couch with his arm around her shoulder. They both decided to wait until her divorce was finalized before even thinking about the bedroom. Besides, the couch was comfortable.

Two weeks passed since Bella had filed for divorce before she heard from Jacob again. He had sent her a text, asking her to come see him so they could fill out the paperwork together and she could grab some of the things she had left behind. Thinking that it was a reasonable request, Bella climbed into her truck and made her way to the Reservation, to the small house she had once called home.

Jacob was, of course, waiting for her. He pulled the door open before she could even knock.

"Seriously, Bella? A divorce?" He asked her, holding the papers in his hand.

Bella stepped inside and nodded, looking at his facial expressions. "Seriously, Jacob."

He slammed the door and ran a frustrated hand through his hair, tugging at it from the root. He sighed and walked past her to sit at their small dining room table, where she followed him to and sat adjacent to him.

"Make a deal with me, Bella." He said, looking up from the paperwork that he had set on the table to meet her brown eyes with his own. She raised her eyebrows, allowing him to go ahead and request. "Let's go fuck, and after that, if you want a divorce still, fine. I'll sign the damn papers."

Bella made a face at him, giving him a look that screamed seriously, Jacob?, then shook her head in refusal. "Just sign the papers so we can be done with one another."

"No!" Jacob snapped, causing Bella to jump slightly. His hand reached out and grabbed her forearm, yanking her out of the chair she sat in and began pulling he towards to bedroom. "Come on, Bella, one more time."

"Jacob, no!" Bella shouted, trying to yank her arm away from his crushing grip. She wasn't able to. He used the bit of momentum he had from walking to swing Bella by her arm onto their unmade bed and pinned her down before she could try and scoot out. His head ducked down, leading his lips to press wet, hot kisses against her neck and shoulder while he peeled the neck of her shirt to the side.

"Jake, stop it, I don't want this." She began to beg, her feeble attempt at pushing the muscular man from her proving unhelpful.

"Yes, you do," He breathed against her throat.

Bella froze. Jacob wasn't stopping, he was going to rape her. Rape. The word had always been so ugly to her. She never thought that she would be one of the girls who experienced rape, because she had Jacob to protect her. Look at her now. She felt like a complete fool as Jacob unbuttoned her jeans and continued.

As he went, he muttered things into her ear, whispering how hot she was, and asking her if she was going to miss this, miss him. When he was done, he stood up, redressed, then looked at Bella like that was completely normal. "Still want me to sign those papers?" He asked, a smirk growing on his face. Bella looked at him blankly and nodded, then saw the smirk disappear.

"Fuck you, Bella." He growled at her, before leaving the room, leaving Bella in too much shock to move and redress herself.