A/N: Not Stephenie Meyer.

The look on Bella's face when Jacob walked through the door made my heart sink. After much a whole afternoon of her crying over what he's done to her, I just wanted to protect her. She didn't deserve to cry over that. She didn't deserve to cry ever.

"I don't want to talk to him." She said to her Father. I could sense the fear in her voice, I was positioned in front of her, and Jacob was glaring. The way he looked at me with such venom just assured me that he was dangerous. Not to me, but to Bella. My Bella.

For a split second I thought back to a few minutes before when we had out almost kiss. My lips were still on fire in the best way.

I was broken out of my reverie when Mr. Swan asked me to go home, to give Bella and Jacob some privacy. I almost told him the truth right there, but I had made a promise to Bella. I couldn't believe how blind he was. How could he not see the fear in his daughter's face?

Her beautiful features were all distorted. Her beautiful brown eyes were glazed over in tears. Her normally flushed cheeks were white as a ghost, and I yearned for her blush to return. Her full pink lips, which had been on mine just moments before were almost quivering. I just wanted to hold her again, but I figured that would only make things worse.

I scribbled Bella a note, and said it was my phone number, so her father wouldn't get suspicious. I walked toward Jacob to leave. He was still glaring. I 'accidentally' bumped into him "I know more about you, than you think, Jacob. Watch yourself." I whispered with as much venom as I could with the restraint I was using not to bring him within an inch of his death right there.

I went across the street and hid behind my car so Mr. Swan and whom I assumed was Billy wouldn't see me. I watched the house to wait for them to be out of sight. They took Bella's truck. I saw the propane tank in the bed of the truck; they must have been Barbequing tonight.

They began down the road, and just as I was getting ready to cross the street, the truck stalled. "Shit." I mumbled out loud. If they didn't leave the street, I couldn't cross to go get Bella. They would see me.

I was growing more and more anxious by the second as Billy and Mr. Swan looked unknowingly into the hood of the truck. I decided they would be there a while, and that I should take the long way to Bella's house. It would put me in through the back, and I wouldn't be seen.

If I ran as fast as I could, it would only take me about three minutes to get there. It didn't take a second thought. I began running through the woods where I couldn't be seen around to the Swan home. I was about a minute away when I could hear the yelling begin.

I tried to run faster, but I couldn't it was the longest sixty seconds of my life.

Bella POV

I was still holding the note in my hand. "What do you want to talk about, Jacob?" I sneered, trying to mock bravery.

"I wanted to talk to you about what happened last time I saw you. I know I made you mad, but you made me mad too. You're acting like a child, Isabella. You don't return my phone calls, and you threw away my flowers? How does that make you any nicer than me? I say we call it even, and just forget this ever happened." He wasn't asking for me back, he was telling me that we were getting back.

"I don't want to call it even. I'm not forgetting what happened. You were long gone in my head before that ever even happened, I'm almost glad it did because it gave me actual reason to get rid of you." I was getting better at sounding brave, because Edward would be in here any moment.

"You know that's not true, Bella." I had forgotten how much I hated it when he said my name. He walked over to me. "Sit" he commanded to me like a dog, as he pushed me back onto the couch. It still smelled like Edward.

Jacob sat down next to me, and put his arm around me.

"Don't touch me!" I shrieked as I jumped up. He jumped up too, and took a firm hold on my arm.

"Why not?" He demanded. I didn't answer. My arm was beginning to hurt, and I was getting scared. "Is it because of Edward?" he growled out his name.

"I didn't know Edward when I broke up with you!" I answered, trying to avoid the real question he was asking. He pushed me up against the wall. My arm was throbbing as he wouldn't release his grasp. "You seemed to know him pretty well on the couch today!" He spat in my face.

"Jacob please let go, you're hurting me!" I shouted, as I began to cry. Where the hell was Edward? Surely my dad and Billy were gone by now. For a split second I thought that maybe he'd forgotten about me.

That wouldn't happen. I kept repeating that to myself over and over in my head. It was positive reinforcement again.

"How well do you know him Bella? Better than you ever knew me?" He was asking if I'd slept with him as he pulled me back and shoved me into the wall again.

"No! Jake! It's not like that. Please stop!" I was hysterical by this point. I didn't know where Edward was, but I really could have used him about five minutes ago. Things were only going to get worse.

"Bella! Quit crying!" He yelled, and I didn't abide. I couldn't abide. He grabbed my face forcefully in his other hand and turned it to face him. It hurt even more than my arm.

"God damn it! Quit crying!" He slammed me into the wall once more.

"Jake! If you don't stop this right now! I'm going to tell Charlie and Emmett everything that's happened!" I decided to take a new approach, since begging wasn't working. I knew that Jake had always been afraid of Emmett, and jealous that I trusted Emmett more than him.

He drew back his fist and struck me hard in the side of my face, making me dizzy. I felt like I was going to pass out. He pulled me back to slam me into the wall again when he was tackled to the ground.

Edward POV

I finally got to the house, and ran in through the back door by the kitchen. When I made it to the living room I saw Bella with blood on her face, and Jake with his fist clenched. I was still running as I registered what just happened.

I didn't stop to strategize how I was going to go about this. All I knew is that I had to get him off of her, but I didn't want to hurt him badly enough to make her afraid of me.

I tackled him to the ground. "How does it feel to fight with someone your own size for once!" I yelled as I punched him in the stomach. He hopped to his feet.

He pushed me, and got a shocked look on his face when I didn't fly backward, like my precious Bella would have. She was so small and frail. I just smirked at him before punching him square in the jaw. The same fate I had delivered to that wretched kid who was pushing Jasper.

I was so sick of idiots like Jacob hurting people that meant so much to me. He took me off guard by kicking the bottom of my leg, making me fall. I tripped him as well before he could make his way over to Bella. Who was still crying in the corner yelling for us to stop.

We both stood back up at around the same time, and he tried to push me again. I had enough. I pushed him as hard as I could and put my forearm across his neck.

"You get the fuck out of here, and don't come back! If I ever see you near Bella again so help me god me, my brother, Emmett, and everyone I can find will pay you a visit and show you what it's like to be pushed around by forces stronger than you!" I screamed. It took every ounce of self-control to not hold my arm there until he was almost dead.

"HAH! I look forward to it, Edward." He was able to squeak out. He was trying to man up, but he knew he had been defeated.

He turned around and left in the rabbit that he had driven his dad and Mr. Swan in earlier.

I walked over to Bella, who was holding her arm. She was still sobbing. I knelt down next to her, trying not to touch her as I remembered how she winced with true fear in her eyes that first time I ran my hand across her tainted cheek.

"Bella? Can I see it?" I asked, gently touching her arm. I was slowly getting closer and closer to her, so I could gauge how comfortable she was with me being near her.

She nodded and moved her small hand to reveal the large welt from where he had obviously grabbed her. It was almost in the shape of a hand. I touched it, and she recoiled.

"I'm sorry Bella, can I please see it? I won't touch it." I told her again, and she handed me her arm back. "I'm going to go get you some ice." I said as I got up. She got up too. She stumbled a little so I put my hand on the small of her back and led her to the couch.

"Thank you." She whispered, still sniffling. I leaned and kissed her forehead as gently as I could, and walked into the kitchen to get two bags of ice for her arm, and face.

I walked back to where she sat on the couch. She was trembling still, but not as badly as before.

I wrapped the first bag in a paper towel and set it on her arm. She winced for a second but got used to it. "I'm so sorry I didn't get here earlier, your truck stalled right down the road, and Charlie and Billy would have been able to see me if I came." I took a deep breath as I placed the second bag to her cheek.

"Bella I swear to God, and you that if I knew it would get this bad I would have ran right over here. I should have run right over here, I'm so sorry Bella." I said. For the first time in many years I actually felt like I might cry.

I promised her I wouldn't let anything happen to her, and I didn't keep that promise. I liked her so much, and she probably wouldn't want anything to do with me after I let this happen to her.

"Edward." She finally managed to croak out, her voice distorted by crying and screaming.

"I would never be mad at you. I'm the one who should be sorry for involving you in this. Did he hurt you?" She asked me, tears welling up in her beautiful eyes again.

It was amazing to me that she would be worried about me. I didn't have even a scratch, and she was beaten to a pulp, asking if I was okay. I would never understand the beautiful heart that belongs to Isabella Swan, though I did love that about her.

I couldn't help myself anymore. I had to touch her. I needed to hold her. I gently put her in my arms. "Bella. I'm fine. Please don't worry about me." She lay her head on my chest as she quietly cried.

We just sat there like that for a while. I just rubbed her back softly as she wept onto my shirt.

Eventually Mr. Swan and Jacob's dad came back.

"Oh my God Isabella, what happened to you?" Charlie asked, worried.

She was about to answer when Jacob walked back into the house. Bella immediately stiffened.

"Charlie! Thank God you're here." He turned to me. "You get away from her!" he screamed. Everyone in the room was looking at me now, except for Bella, who looked down.

He looked back to Charlie. "I have been looking everywhere for you two! I was making up with Bella and that psycho…" he pointed to me. "Barged in and began beating up both of us up yelling that Bella was his girl. Oh sweetheart, are you okay?" He said batting his eyelashes at Bella. Who was shaking not with fear, but with anger.

"Do you understand that I am the chief of police?!" Charlie screamed at me. "You get away from my daughter right now! How dare you come into my house and assault my daughter and her boyfriend!" He spat.

"Sir. That isn't true. I would never hurt your daughter, I swear." I tried to remain calm, but was disgusted at the thought that I would ever hurt any female, especially Bella.

"Charlie he's lying. Look at these bruises, Charlie!" Jacob shouted. "He is the only one who isn't hurt!" He yelled. Bella stood up.

"Jacob shut the fuck up!" she screamed. I was shocked at her language, and oddly turned on.

"You have gone too far this time! I'm not lying for you anymore! I hate you Jacob Black!" She spat, sounding oddly confident for someone so meek.

"Dad." She said softer while facing her father.

"I'm so sorry I didn't tell you earlier. I broke up with Jake all those times because he kept trying to control me. He would tell me what to wear, and that I couldn't see Emmett and Alice anymore." Mr. Swan was listening intently, but getting angry at the same time.

"That day we went to the beach he got drunk, and we got into an argument and he…..hit me. I never fell at the beach. I'm so sorry I didn't tell you before Daddy, I just knew how much you liked him." She was crying again.

"And you!" She turned back to Jacob who stood, mouth agape. "Who do you think you are? Just because you couldn't manage to get a mark on Edward doesn't mean that he caused all this!" She screamed pointing at her bruises.

"You need to leave." Charlie said trying to remain composed to his best friend, Billy.

"I don't want you back here until you take care of this, Billy. You're my best friend, but she is my daughter." He said a little louder than he needed to.

"I will be discussing with Bella and Edward whether they would like to press charges tonight." He said.

Billy nodded, and went out the door in his wheelchair.

Charlie and Bella stood there just staring at each other. "I think I should go home." I said reluctantly. The last thing I wanted to do was leave Bella.

"Yeah. I would like to have a conversation with my daughter." Charlie said, taking a breath to calm down. "I would like to thank you for taking care of her, Edward. I'm sorry I assumed…" he trailed off.

"It's okay sir." I replied honestly, I couldn't blame him.

I gave Bella a gentle hug, and she hugged me back. "I will see you tomorrow." I whispered to her and she nodded into my chest. I was surprised by how comfortable she was with me in front of her father.

"Edward." Her father called before I was out the door.

"Yeah?" I asked, hoping he wasn't going to ask me to stay away from Bella after our display of affection.

"Please call me Charlie from now on." He smiled.

"Sure thing." I smiled too, and so did Bella.


A/N: DUN DUN DUN. More Drama. Wonder what Bella and Charlie are gonna talk about? Hmmm. Lol. Review, yeah? Thank you!