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"Honey, aren't you going to introduce me?" She asked, her voice soft and sweet.

He shook himself out of his trance and nodded.

"Megan, this is Bella" He told her.

She looked over at me with a genuine smile on her face and held her hand out to shake mine.

Jake looked over at me with apologetic eyes before speaking.

"Bella, this is Megan. My wife"

No. Everything inside of me was burning. Screaming. Bleeding.

I thought the pain of leaving Jacob was bad, this was unbearable. I knew that he'd moved on. I knew that he had a girlfriend, but a wife?

This was insane. I hoped to god that I was hiding my devastation because by the looks of it, she didn't have a clue who I was.

I looked up to find Megan smiling sweetly at me and Jake looking seriously awkward. Why couldn't he have told me this last night? When he was in my kitchen, caressing me and telling me how beautiful I was.

"Its nice to meet you" I managed.

"You too" She nodded.

Embry shot me an apologetic glance and pulled me in to his side for a quick squeeze. I had to get away from them. I needed air. Damn it, I couldn't breathe.

"Uh, I need to go find my Dad. See you later maybe" I whimpered before rushing away.

It felt like my whole body was constricting. Like my heart was being crushed by a ten tonne truck.

I quickly made my way out to the beach and settled on a piece of driftwood that was out of sight from the reception. I slipped my shoes off and buried my feet into the sand, desperately wanting to feel something other than the indescribable pain I was in.

I should never have left. I should have stayed with him no matter what the consequences. I was a fool.

*Flashback*

"Hello Isabella" Billy Black welcomed me as I stepped into his quaint living area.

"Hi. You said you had something to talk to me about?" I urged, feeling uncomfortable that I'd just been summoned to my boyfriends house without his knowledge.

"Yes, I did. Please take a seat" He offered as he wheeled into his normal position in front of the television.

I sat down on the couch across the room and began to fidget nervously whilst waiting for him to speak. He took a deep breath before he began.

"I hear that you have fallen in love with my son" he stated. It wasn't a question.

"Y…yes" I whispered back.

"And he says he feels the same about you"

"I think so" God, the tension was so thick you could cut it with a feather, let alone a knife.

He looked like he was at war with himself as he sat in silence.

"Bella…I wont allow it" he sighed.

My eyes shot up to meet his gaze. There was little sympathy there.

"What?" I breathed, not able to believe what I had just heard.

"I do not want you with my son"

"Why not?" I asked, raising my voice slightly.

"Do not take it personally, please. Jacob is to one day be chief of this tribe. That is a great honour Bella and with that comes the position of a great woman to stand beside him. I do not believe that you are that woman" he explained.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Billy didn't think I was good enough.

"No…I am. He told me he loved me. He said I was good enough for him" I whimpered to myself, trying to with hold the tears that would no doubt be coming soon.

"This is not coming from Jacob, it is coming from me. His father. I want you to stay away from my son. He will undoubtedly be hurt at first, but he'll move on. There are many beautiful women here on the reservation and I'm sure that one of them will catch his eye sooner or later"

The tears were flowing freely now and I couldn't control it.

"I cant…I love him" I sobbed.

"You don't even know the meaning of the word child. Your too young to understand" He patronised.

"You will not see him anymore, is that clear Isabella?" He forced.

"I…no….I cant….You cant make me" I whimpered.

"Do not test me. If you choose to remain in a relationship with my son, he will not be welcome in this house anymore. If you really do care for him, you will let him go. What he needs is a good Quileute woman, not you"

Then it hit me. This wasn't about what was best for Jacob. This was purely a matter of race and it disgusted me. Everything in me was telling me to fight against it. To tell him to go to hell.

I didn't want Jacob forced out of his own home. All because of me.

"Do I make myself clear?" He asked impatiently.

"Oh yes, crystal clear" I seethed.

I jumped up from the sofa and made my way out of the Black household, slamming the door behind me.

It really didn't seem like I had a choice.

*End Flashback*

I would remember that day for the rest of my existence. I remember driving home and sobbing helplessly for hours before finally making that dreaded phone call to Jacob. Asking him to meet me. Here.

I wrapped my arms protectively around my torso, fighting away the cold. I didn't want my arms around me, I wanted his. I had always wanted his.

There wasn't a day that went by that I didn't think of him. What he was doing? If he missed me? Had me moved on?

Now I had all the answers and I wished I didn't. Life was much better when you had your head in the sand.

I could never ruin a marriage. I didn't have it in me to cause so much pain and upset. I would leave and I would go tomorrow. Leah would be upset and so would Charlie, but I couldn't watch my only love with somebody else.

"Bella"

The hairs on the back of my neck stood up and my heart warmed instantly. How was it that just one simple word could come from his lips and calm me completely?

I felt him take a seat beside me.

"I should have told you" he muttered.

I said nothing. I didn't want to say anything. What was there to say?

"That must have been awful in there for you, I'm sorry Bella" he whispered, placing his hand on my shoulder.

His touch sent a million sparks through my body. I prayed to myself that maybe someday, somebody else would have that effect on me.

"Please talk to me" he whispered helplessly.

"I don't know what to say" I breathed.

"I feel awful. I should have told you immediately" he said, dropping his hand back down into his lap.

As he did so, I spotted the simple silver wedding band that wrapped around his ring finger. Another jolt of pain shot right through me at the sight of it.

"Its okay. I should of known that you would have moved on from me. It was stupid of me to think otherwise" I replied softly.

"If only you hadn't left… Why did you leave me? You never gave an answer, not an honest one at least" He asked.

Every part of me was itching to tell him the truth. To tell him that his father had pushed me away.

"I thought I wanted to get away from this town. From you. But I was wrong" I whispered.

I heard a sharp intake of breath come from him.

"You don't know how many times I wanted to come after you. To bring you home. My dad said that it would be useless. That you left because you didn't want me anymore" He told me.

That bastard.

"How are things really? Nobodies ever hurt you out there? Because you hear all these horror stories about pervy photographers…"

"No, nothing like that has ever happened" I cut him off.

He nodded his head and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. Almost as if he was sniffing the air.

"You still smell the same. Strawberries and cherry cola…" he trailed off, closing his eyes with a smile.

He remembered so much about me. Was it possible that he still felt the same?

Silly lamb, of course he didn't. He was married now. That bond would be unbreakable, right?

"I didn't think you needed plastic surgery, you were beautiful before all of this. Not that you aren't beautiful now…Shit, you know what I mean right?" He stuttered.

I nodded my head and pulled myself up to my feet.

"Can you tell my dad that I've gone home please? I need to pack" I asked him.

"What? Your not leaving for a while, why do you need to pack?" He questioned.

"I'm leaving tomorrow. I'm sorry, I just didn't realise how difficult it would be to see you here. I need to get away. I'll go to Hawaii early and take a vacation" I told him.

"Bella, I don't want to drive you away from your own fathers wedding. Stay?" he pleaded.

"No. I'm sorry Jake. I need to go" I whispered, turning away from him to walk away.

"Meet me later?" He asked frantically.

I stopped in my tracks but didn't turn around to face him.

"What?" I was dumfounded.

"Please meet me later. We have so much to talk about Bella. I need to talk to you. There are things I need to tell you and things that I'd like you to tell me. Please…" He begged.

"Okay. My cell numbers still the same. Text me with details" I replied.

"You didn't change you cell number?" He asked, sounding confused.

"No" I whispered before walking away.

I knew that leaving the reception in hindsight was probably wrong, but I had spoken to Charlie on the phone and he understood. He apologised for not warning me but I completely understood why he would feel uncomfortable disclosing the information to me.

Leah understood and felt even worse. She felt that she should have told me the minute the bond was formed, but again I told her it wasn't her fault. If I wouldn't answer her calls, how was she to tell me?

It was quite clear that Megan had no idea who I was, or if she did she was hiding it well. Had he even told her? Not like he should have anyway but I was shocked at her warm welcome. I just prayed to god that she wasn't too friendly with Leah. I wouldn't be jealous of that at all, but the thought of sitting across a lunch table from her while she cooed about her perfect marriage? No, I don't think so either.

Again, in hindsight agreeing to meet Jake tonight was also probably a bad idea but I couldn't say no to that. I was desperate to spend time with him no matter how awkward it would be.

There were things I wanted to ask him. How did he meet her? How long were they together before they got married? Did they want children?

I know, I know. What gives me the right to ask? I have no right, but I was once the girl that he wanted all of that with. It may have only been a whirlwind romance, but it was everything to me.

As I lay on my bed I was pulled out of my thoughts by my phone vibrating on the bedside table.

I picked it up to see that Rose was calling. I quickly pressed the green button and brought it up to my ear.

"Hey Rosie"

"Hi honey. How is everything going?"

Rose knew everything about my life back home. It had taken me a long time to open up to her but after a bottle of tequila and a few soppy movies one evening, I finally confessed all.

"Hard. Really hard. He's moved on Rosie" I told her.

"Oh Bella, I'm sorry. Hey, if you want I can kick his girlfriends ass!"

"No Rose, his wife"

The line went silent for a few moments as I heard her let out a huge breath.

"No way. Your kidding me, right?"

"Nope. Mrs Megan Black is perfect"

"I cant believe it, You must be really hurt. I know what you need"

"What exactly would that be?"

"You need me. Me, you and a bottle of tequila"

"I'm leaving tomorrow Rose. I cant stay here. We'll definitely get together when I get back" I promised.

"That isn't what I meant Bella. I happen to be just a couple of hundred miles away from Forks and I am coming to you"

"You don't need to do that"

"Yes, I do. What did you do when Emmett douchbag McCarty fucked me over? You flew two thousand miles to pick me up off of my kitchen floor. No arguments, I'm coming. Text me the address and I'll be there in a few hours"

Those were the last words I heard before she hung up. I was lucky to have Rosalie, I knew that much.

Just as I placed my phone back down, it vibrated again. I answered it without looking to see who was calling.

"Give me a chance Rosie, we just got off the phone!" I laughed.

"Ugh…Its Jake"

I froze. What the hell was it about his voice?

"Hi" I mustered.

"Will you meet me now?"

"Sure, where?"

"Outside your house, ill be there in five minutes"

I hung up the phone and leapt up off of my bed. I didn't have time to make myself look presentable.

My hair still sat in the pretty chignon that Leah had created for the wedding but I had washed my make up off when I arrived home.

I threw on a pair of plain jeans and a tank top. I pulled on my purple ugg boots and pulled a black zip up hoodie over my shoulders. That would have to do.

I grabbed my phone and texted my details to Rose before racing down the stairs and out of the front door.

Sure enough, I saw Jacobs black pick up truck at the end of the driveway. I coyly stumbled towards the already open passenger side and hopped in.

"Thank you for seeing me" he said solemnly.

I just nodded as he pulled away.

We had been driving in silence for around fifteen minutes before he finally stopped.

"There are so many things we need to talk about. So many things I want to say…" he trailed off.

"I know" I whispered.

"I know your shocked about Megan and I don't blame you"

"Shocked isn't even the word for it Jake. Try crushed, that only slightly sums it up" I blurted.

He looked shocked at my bluntness. Id spoken my mind a lot since I had been back. I definitely wasn't the same Bella Swan anymore.

"You said you weren't coming back and I stopped waiting" he muttered.

"Its fine, honestly. I didn't expect you to" How much was I lying to myself right now?

"I can see it in your eyes Bells" Bells? God, I missed that nickname.

"What can you see?" I asked him.

"Longing, love, lust. Just to name a few" he answered quietly.

"Don't do that" I gritted my teeth.

"Do what?" he asked, holding his hands up in front of himself protectively.

"Don't sit there and play with my feelings. Its not fair. Why did you even want me to come out here with you? Where the hell are we?" I asked, raising my voice slightly.

"I didn't mean to upset you Bells, please calm down" he cooed, trying to soothe me.

I was becoming warm, hot in fact. I could feel my lungs constricting. Lord, I couldn't breathe. I needed to get some air.

So swung the passenger door open and leapt out, taking a deep breath of fresh air. I could feel raindrops hitting my face as I closed my eyes, enveloping the cold.

"Bells, what are you doing? You'll catch you death out here!" He shouted to me.

Something inside of me snapped.

"DON'T CALL ME BELLS! IM NOT YOUR BELLS ANYMORE AND YOUR NOT MY JAKE!" I screamed.

I could feel the tears rolling down my cheeks, I just couldn't hold them back. Crying had become a bit of a habit in the last couple of days.

"Ill always be your Jake, at least a part of me will always belong to you" he whispered so quietly I could only just hear him.

"That's not true, you moved on. Your married!"

"Its complicated Bella" he sighed.

"Doesn't sound too complicated to me. I left, you got married and now here we are. I'm still fucking crazy about you and you've forgotten about me"

Before I knew it he was in front of me, gripping my shoulders. My face inches away from his.

"You think I forgot about you? I've thought about you everyday since you left. Do you know how hard it was to walk past those magazines on the shelves and not look at them? How it felt to know that half the rez has seen you naked? It makes me insane! Did you know that the first time one of your magazines was released out here, I bought every single copy in every store just so nobody could see what should have been mine?" He seethed, looking me straight in the eye.

I was dumbfounded.

"Do you know that all I want to do is tear any guy who ever got to touch you limb from limb? I want to physically rip their throats out Bella!" He was shouting now.

"Nobody…" I whispered incoherently, still staring into his breathtaking eyes.

"What did you just say?" He asked.

"There's been nobody. Nobody since you Jake. I could never….I didn't want to give myself to anybody else. I didn't want to wash your touch away" I said gently.

His eyes softened at my confession.

"Don't play with me Bella. Are you serious?" He asked.

"Deadly" I whispered.

With that, his beautiful lips crashed down to mine. He kissed me with passionate abandon. The taste of rain and salty tears surrounded my senses.

Before I knew it we were on the ground and there would be no stopping us now.

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