I don't know why I knocked on the door. It wasn't like I couldn't just walk in. But I was so embarrassed anyway. My dress, or what was left of it, was soaking wet. I could see my reflection in Jacob's front door window that my hair was a big mess, and my makeup smeared. I could feel some tears coming. I knocked again. This time I heard a "Yeah, yeah, I'm coming," growled from around the corner. Jacob walked around in nothing but some sweats, rubbing his eyes, but when he saw me, he stopped dead in his tracks. I gave a meek smile, but Jake's face made my lip tremble. I didn't want to start crying, but the burn in my eyes was tormenting. Jacob flew and unlocked the door. He ripped me from outside and pulled me up into his arms.

"What the hell happened? Why are you here? Why are you wet? Again I ask, what the hell happened?"

Jake's face was pure worry, and the sight made my stomach drop. I buried my face in his shoulders and sobbed.

"Oh, Jacob. You were right."

"About?"

"Him. You were right. He was a total pervert."

Jacob didn't say anything, but his body started trembling something fierce.

"Renesmee, I want you to step back from me a moment," he said through clenched teeth.

"Jacob?" I asked looking up. His eyes were closed.

"Please."

I unwrapped my arms and stepped back to the other wall. Jacob was shaking so violently, I thought I could hear his teeth chattering.

"I should go over there and rip him to shreds," he finally said.

"No, Jacob!" I said taking a step forward, but he put up a hand in warning. Then he yanked open the door.

"Jacob, stop!" I said pulling on his arm as he stepped into the rain. He turned around and looked me in the eyes. Though his face was filled with anger, there was tenderness in his eyes that made me choke.

"Jacob, please calm down. Stay here with me. Please. I need you."

At this, his shaking calmed a little.

"Did he hurt you?" he said.

"No. I'm fine," I said, knowing I was the farthest from fine I could be. It took a moment for him to do anything. He just stood there, arms rigid at his side, a panicked but strong look in his eyes. I couldn't understand why he was looking at me like that, like I was his porcelain doll that he didn't want to get scratched; like I was some prized possession that he wanted to protect.

He finally came over to me and wrapped his bare and soaked arms around me. I could feel the tears coming up to my throat, and I tried to force them down. Jacob pulled me into a cradle and walked into the house. I buried my head in his shoulder and wrapped my arms around his neck. He led me straight to his bedroom and sat down on his bed, still holding me like an infant. It was then that my tears poured out. It was like a geyser that couldn't be stopped. My body started shaking, and I clutched onto Jacob for dear life. There was a pain in my chest that I didn't understand.

I had been heart broken over my first boyfriend. The thought made me want to laugh at how ridiculous that sounded, but it really was the truth. And here I was, crying over a boy, to my best friend in the whole wide world like some idiot in a Hallmark movie.

"Do you want to call your parents?" he asked quietly.

"Not really," I whispered.

He rocked me back and forth soothingly, cooing soft comforts into my hair. After a few minutes, Jacob lay down on his back and held me to his chest, my tears still pouring out. He stroked my back slowly and kissed my forehead.

Finally, when my eyes were puffy and red, the tears dried up. I took a deep breath and touched my hand to Jacob's face.

I'm sorry.

"Don't you dare be sorry. This isn't your fault. You know that."

But I disturbed your night with my pitiful fit.

Jacob chuckled a strained chuckle. "Honey, honestly I'm glad that you're here with me, where I know your safe, than with…" he paused a second. "Than with someone else."

Thank you.

Jacob kissed me on my forehead again before speaking.

"How about you go clean up, get into something comfortable. I'll call your mom while you're in the shower to let her know you are safely here, and then we'll go to sleep. You look beat."

I smiled up at him a little before getting up and heading over to the bathroom. The tiny little bathroom looked just like there were only men in the house. There wasn't a theme to it, only white walls and a few Quileute paintings hanging, yet still, everything that reminded me of where I was comforted me. I took a long, hot shower and cried a little more. When I got out, I wrapped up in a towel and walked into Jacob's room.. Thankfully, I had left clothes over at his house earlier. He had a pair of my shorts and a t shirt laid out for me on the bed, but he wasn't there. I listened hard and heard him stirring around in the kitchen. Sweet, sweet Jacob. He wouldn't even stay in the room while I changed. I couldn't tell if it was a sorrow or a joy that filled my chest, but the thought of his decency made a whole other wave of emotion spread through me. I pulled on some clothes and ripped my hair back into a ponytail. Jacob came in then and sat down on the bed.

"Come here," he whispered as he opened up his arms invitingly. I crawled in without a second thought. Jacob held me tightly and pressed his lips to my forehead. Something about it sent a chill down my spine. Jacob must have felt me shudder, for he sighed and pulled away.

"Maybe you should go to sleep."

I didn't really think I could, but when I laid my head down on the pillow, I barely had time to settle into the bed before I drifted off. I was barely conscious when I felt the bed trembling. I wanted to see what was causing the corruption, but I was so exhausted, all I could do was flip over. The shaking stopped for a moment, and I fell a little farther towards sleep. I heard a sharp gasp and the bed started to tremble again. I barely opened my eyes, not really knowing where I was or what was going on. All I could see what the dim outline of a handsome someone sitting on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands, sobbing softly. I wanted to ask him what was wrong, but I couldn't fight my body any longer. The weight of the day's events fell upon me and crushed me down into a slumber that not even the beautiful boy's tears could awake me.