A/N: Sorry for not updating sooner, I've had the new iPhone so I've been busy with that. And school has been stressful. It's my last year so I've got to concentrate 100% and therefore I was unable to update. But here it is! ALSO, thank you so much for the lovely reviews. It means a lot to know (if not many) people read this story so... yeah... cheers big ears!

I decided to write a little bit of this in Jacob's P.O.V as it helped me out a lot and I feel it works a little better. Hope you like it...

Disclaimer: Stephanie Meyer owns Twilight and all the characters you recognise. I'm just playing around with them. If I did own them, I certainly wouldn't be on here!

CHAPTER THREE - PART OF ME

Days like this I want to drive away, pack my bags and watch your shadow fade. You chewed me up and spit me out like I was poison in your mouth, you took my light you drained me down but that was then and this is now, now look at me. This is the part of me that you're never gonna ever take away from me no, this is the part of me that you're never gonna ever take away from me no. Throw your sticks and stones, throw your bombs and your blows but you're not gonna break my soul, this is the part of me that you're never gonna ever take away from me no... - Katy Perry, Part Of Me.

We cannot deny how we feel inside.

I woke up the next day feeling very disorientated. After a rather long yawn, that cleared my head, I tried to stand up even though the agony enclosed my entire body. A few failed attempts later and the soreness became unbearable and I decided to sit down for a while. My entire form was racked with pain. How was I going to survive school today? I managed to finally stand up and whilst wincing in the progress, I went to examine myself in the full length mirror attached to my wardrobe. Hesitanty lifting my shirt up, I saw how bad my stomach was. Multi coloured bruises covered my tanned skin. Some were yellow and fading whereas some were purple and blue - the more recent ones. I also had a few cuts here and there and there was a spot of dried blood on my t-shirt. There were also bruises covering my neck and the whole length of both my arms.

Tears began to stream down my face. Not from grief, but from anger and annoyance. I was annoyed because I felt helpless. It's not like I can defend myself. I was also irritated by the fact that I couldn't even blame my fathers violence on alcohol. It did contribute a little bit to it, but even when he's sober he still beats me to the pulp. I violently wiped my eyes and cheeks and threw open my wardrobe door, digging through all the contents to the back where my warmer clothes were. I threw on a white long sleeved shirt to cover up my arms, a pink and blue floral patterned scarf to cover the bruises on my neck, also a pair of dark coloured jeans. I never really wear make-up but I had a cut on my face that needed to be covered so I just applied a little bit of foundation. I put on my blue Vans and hoisted my school bag onto my back.

I tip-toed down the stairs, being careful not to wake my father who was still passed out on the couch. He was snoring quite loud. I was absolutely starving from not eating anything all of last night so I silently opened the kitchen door and grabbed an apple and a bottle of water from the refrigerator. In that moment two things became absolutely clear. Number one; just an apple and a bottle of water was not going to satisfy my hunger. And number two; Phil wasn't snoring anymore. I peeked through the gap in the door to see he wasn't asleep on the couch. Panicking, I opened the door quietly and started to head towards the front exit of the house. When I reached the front door I grabbed my keys from the little bowl on the table near the stairs. Just as I unbolted the last lock I was suddenly span around and was faced with an angry look on my fathers face. I winced as he gripped my bruised wrist tightly.

"We have unfinished business from last night!" He whispered, sending a shiver down my spine. And not a good shiver either.

"P-please let me go. I need to go to school." I desperately needed to leave this house before he did something awful.

"It's not like you've never had a day off before!" He bellowed throwing me into the table nearest the stairs. I heard something crack. Maybe a rib, maybe my wrist. Either way it was going to hurt like a bitch soon.

I glanced up at my father. I noticed that he was unbuttoning his jeans. He pulled them off.

"I hope you're ready for this." He said menacingly, climbing on top of me. With one hand he rapidly pulled down my jeans, holding my wrists above my head so I couldn't move with other. In that moment I knew exactly what he was going to do...

JACOB'S P.O.V.

"Lydia? Lydia... baby wake up." I whispered softly. She was having a nightmare and I felt helpless and sort of angry knowing I couldn't comfort her.

I glanced out of the window towards the forest and began to think. Before I imprinted, I thought I was in love with my best friend Bella Swan. But I realise now that it wasn't love. Not even close. Because I'm in love with Lydia. Not the love I supposedly felt for Bella. Real love. If the pack heard me say that they would make my life a living hell forever. Not the imprinted guys though. Which is okay because they're as whipped as I am.

"JACOB! Oh my god, what the hell are you doing here in my... bed?!" She yelled causing me to jump. I was so wrapped up in my thoughts that I didn't even notice she was awake.

"You asked me to stay with you last night." She gave me an incredulous stare and looked as though she was in thought for a while. Suddenly her eyes widened...

LYDIA'S P.O.V.

"You asked me to stay with you last night." Did he really think that I would believe that? All I remember was arriving back from the funeral directors to see my dad standing there, then Jacob and the guys turned up. And then Jacob carried me to my bedroom. Oh god, I did ask him to stay with me. Great. Nice one Lydia.

"Oh... well... I was just upset... I didn't want to be alone and you just... happened to be the one there so..." Of course that's what happened. Yes.

"Alright. Whatever you say." Telling by the smirk on his face I could tell he didn't believe me. Heck, I didn't even believe myself. Feeling like this towards a man I've just met is not normal.

"Yep... so... I'm going to go take a shower."

"Okay." He said giving me an award winning smile that automatically made me smile back. I grabbed a set of clothes and my underwear, all the while with Jacob watching me, and opened my bedroom door.

"Oh and Jacob? I don't normally do this sort of thing... letting random strangers stay in my bed. It was a total spur of the moment." I explained.

"I know." He smirked and I nodded my head before making my way to the bathroom.

I quickly brushed my teeth and stripped down naked before walking into the shower. After washing my hair in my favourite shampoo I turned it off and stepped out, grabbing the only towel I could find, and wrapped it around my body. After having a sneak peek across the landing I sprinted to my bedroom. I glanced down to check my towel when I ran smack bang into one of the walls. Or so I thought until a pair of arms wrapped around my waist to keep me balanced. After about 30 seconds he still hadn't remvoved his hands.

"Erm... thanks... you can... er... let me go now." No response. I looked up. Jacob's eyes were scaling the length of my body and they lingered on the spot where my towel had ridden up a little too much on my leg. After an agonsing minute his eyes finally met mine and they were so full of lust, it's amazing he could fit it all in. His looked made me feel slightly embarassed, and taking a chunk of my lip into my teeth, I sighed awkwardly. I swear down I heard him growl before he quickly pushed me up against the wall.

"WHAT THE FU-" I was cut off by his lips smashing into mine. At first I was too shocked to respond, just standing there looking at his closed eyes. I know I shouldn't kiss him. I just shouldn't. I don't know him at all, he could be some psychotic murderer who massacred his own family after they told him he couldn't go out on a Saturday night. But my lips were telling me to be quiet and to just enjoy it. I chose the latter. My eyelids fluttered shut and I wrapped my hands around his broad shoulders. He gently moved his arms from around my waist to the back of my thighs, lifting me against the wall so we were roughly the same height.

His lips were warm, passionate and urgent. I wrapped my hands around the top of his back and dug them in harder, pulling him closer towards me. This caused him to let out another growl that, if I wasn't pressed against the wall, would've made me go weak at the knees. I felt his tongue dart against my lips and I happily opened my mouth as both of our tongues tried to claim dominance. His ended up leading and our tongues danced, rough and pressing. I let out a moan into his mouth as he massaged my thighs softly.

He eventually pulled back so that we could both gulp in some much needed oxygen before slowly leaning forward again. I willingly met him half way as our lips joined together once more. This time the kiss was softer and there was no urgency or roughness. It was meaningful. This time his tongue was softer and caressed mine, making me shudder and this time caused him to moan into my mouth.

We were both panting heavily as Jacob once again pulled away, letting me down to my feet but staying in the same position. Me with my hands around his shoulders and him with his hands around my waist. He pressed his face into my shoulder as we both tried to regain steady heartbeats. I could feel the tingles running through my lips. My towel had managed to stay around my body but it had ridden up at the back and I was sure if I was not standing against the wall, my butt cheek would be exposed. I let my hands fall from his shoulders, down his back and to the back of my butt. I straightened out the material and turned my gaze back to Jacob's. His eyes were jet black and he looked at me with such adoration I felt my heart swell.

After a few more moments of just gazing into eachother's eyes, I was the first one to speak.

"That was... wow." I breathed. He just chuckled before quickly dropping his arms from around my waist and stepping back.

"I...I have to go..." He said suddenly, looking rather angry.

"W-what. Why?" How could someone just kiss another person like that and then just leave. Did I do something wrong? Was I a shit kisser? Oh my god, he has a girlfriend! Of course he does.

He never answered, he just ran down the stairs and out of the front door. Whilst I just stood there rather shocked. After a few minutes of standing staring at the door, I made my way back towards my room. I got changed into a pair of sweatpants and an oversized jumper that was off the shoulder. I grabbed a pair of fluffy pink socks and put them on my feet before slowly walking down the stairs.

When I entered the kitchen I saw a note on the kitchen table.

Lydia,
Gone to Billy Black's house for breakfast and I'll be at work for the rest of the day. Sorry I wasn't there to wake you up but after last night I thought you needed a rest. Plus Jacob was surely keeping you company ;) There's plenty of food in the fridge and cupboards. Seth and Leah are both working too so you'll have the whole house to yourself until around 3ish when Leah will be home. See you at 5pm.
~ Love Sue x

I still haven't met this Leah person yet and I've been here for 2 days already. I guess I'll meet her tonight then.

With the mention of Jacob, my thoughts kept switching to the kiss. It was incredible and I'm sure he enjoyed it too, with all the noises he was making. But then he just left abruptly. Not only did it make me feel angry, but also; embarassed, upset, lonely, pissed and cold. Yes I just said cold. Because let's face it, Jacob was hot. Not just look-wise but also his temperature, like he was sick. But nevertheless why would you kiss someone like that and then run off? I'm positive he didn't have a girlfriend because he would've mentioned her or someone would of said something. So what was his problem? I might not know at the moment but trust me, I will find out...

JACOB'S P.O.V.

I've just made the biggest mistake of my life. I just hope, with time, she'll forgive me...

A/N: Dun, dun, duuuuun! Who was Jakey boy on about? Anywho, yeah... not sure about this one... did it suck? I want to know what you thought about it. How steamy was that kiss though?! It was fucking fabalab! But forgive me if it was shit, I really had no clue how to write it. And if there's any spelling mistakes or it doesn't make sense, forgive me because it was late at night when I wrote this.

BUT holy mother of Jesus above, before I go I need to tell you about a dream I had about Phil last night. He was the 6th member of One Direction and I was front row at their concert. I don't know who the guy was but he looked just as I imagined Phil to look like. It was weird. All the others were singing but he was just standing there staring at me. Then Jared (Bronson) popped out of nowhere and just attacked him in his human form. Then I "woke up" and saw Phil standing at the end of my bed... and then I actually woke up. Weird huh?