We assume a lot of you that have been reading are wondering "why Bella and Edward?" Well, this chapter should provide the answers.

Also, all reviewers will get a teaser to a lemon (yes, we said lemon!) in Chapter 6!

Chapter playlist: Wheels by Foo Fighters, Show Me How To Live by Audioslave, So Cold by Breaking Benjamin

Here's Chapter 5… Enjoy!

Jacob POV

One of the very few things I enjoy about being a wolf is the speed. I love running through the forest knowing I am the fastest creature out there. The wind whipping through my fur is the only thing that can calm me down these days. I navigate through the maze of trees, narrowly avoiding the bushes that adorn the forest floor. I feel invincible and it's a high only achieved from the knowledge that I can take on anything in this forest, including those fucking bloodsuckers.

There isn't a bone in my body that feels guilty about those two worthless creatures that are chained in the bomb shelter. They both deserve whatever comes to them. They have ruined my life and the lives of my brothers. The bitch killed her father as far as I'm concerned, and basically mine too by default. Some days I think my dad would be better off dead, and it's thoughts like this that make me want to run back to that shelter and rip her from limb to limb. I won't though. That death would be too easy for her. She deserves to suffer a slow and very painful demise.

I see my house up ahead and figure it's time to shift back into my human form. Even though my dad has seen me as a wolf, it still is a shock for him and he doesn't need any more stress in his life. I run up to a tree where I keep spare clothes for cases such as this. Pulling the bucket, I notice that the pants are wet. That's just fucking great. Now I will have wet and clammy balls. It's those damn bloodsuckers' fault. If they didn't exist then I wouldn't be what I am now and I wouldn't need to keep my damn clothes outside! Fucking hate those leeches!

Walking up to my door, I can hear my dad in the living room watching television. I say living room, but it is just a two-room shack, so the living room is also the dining room, kitchen, laundry room, and my bedroom. There is a little room off in the back that is his room. He has tried to make me take that room, but he needs to be able to lie down on a real bed. His back starts to hurt if he is sits too long or lays flat too long or on the wrong surface. He basically hurts all the time after what that bitch caused. He was riding in the car with her father the night her father died. I don't blame Charlie. I would want to die too if Bella was my child. She pushed him to drink. He wasn't always the drunk he turned into. He used to be happy. If she hadn't ever born then he would still be alive and happy and my dad would still be able to walk.

"You gonna stand out there all day, son?" My dad has eerily good hearing for an old man.

"Hey Pop," I call as I walk in. I go to him and lean down to kiss the raven locks on the top of his head.

"How are you?" I ask as I take in the scene. There are coke cans and dishes scattered on top of the coffee table, and the Mariners are down by 3 in the ninth.

"I would be a lot better if Ichiro Suzuki would hit this out of the park and give us a chance to catch up."

That's always been a constant in our house. The man loves his baseball. Any sport really, but baseball is his favorite. He and Charlie use to… god it's to hard to think about how things use to be.

"Other than that how are you feeling? Any unusual pains? What's your urine output been today?"

"I am in a wheelchair, son, but I'm not mentally challenged. I know you feel like you need to take care of me all the time, but I want you to focus on yourself and take care of you. I am doing okay. Quit worrying so much."

He doesn't understand that I need to take care of him. And no matter what he says, I will always worry about him. He is my dad and I don't know what I would do if I lost him. I know he is in constant pain everyday and this thought alone drives me insane. I wish he would stop being so stubborn and just answer the damn questions.

"Dad," I sigh. He knows what is coming next and cuts me off before I can begin.

"Do you know what I heard from Sue Clearwater the other day? That Bella is missing." He says her name with a familiarity and sense of love that makes my skin crawl. How he doesn't blame her everyday is beyond me.

"Oh Really? I hadn't heard that. Not that I give a shit…"

"Language! I will not have you talk like that about Bella. She is practically family, Jake. I know you have your own issues with her, but you will not speak badly about her in my presence. Are we clear?"

"Crystal," I mutter. "Dad, can we not talk about her," it takes much control not to spit out her name, "and can you please answer my questions? You know I am going to ask you them until you tell me the answers, so you might as well just skip ahead to that part and tell me." I finish with a shit-eating grin because I know he can't resist my smile.

"I am fine, son. My back is stiff but no real pain. And I have been in the normal range as far as my 'urine output' is concerned." He essentially mocked me and used air quotes. He sees my face and starts laughing. "I never thought I would regret the day I bought you that medical dictionary. Just say, 'How much have you pissed today dad?' and quit bugging me while the game is on!"

I can't find it in myself to be offended. That's just his nature. He doesn't want the focus to be on his health problems. He truly acts like nothing is wrong and that our entire lives haven't been turned upside down by his paralysis. That's the difference between my dad and me. He is strong. He may be physically weakened now, but he is just as mentally strong as ever, maybe even more so. The saying about "what doesn't kill you makes you stronger" is, in fact, true in his case. Not me though. It just pisses me off and makes me want to get even, which is exactly what I am doing with Bella… an eye for an eye and all that shit. She makes me and my dad suffer every single day so I am going to make sure she suffers right along with us.

"Sit down and quit staring at me like I am a cripple. Let's watch the game." I laugh at his crude sense of humor and sit down. We watch the rest of the game in comfortable silence. They lose, of course, but it doesn't matter to either of us. I have missed my dad's presence since the "Bitch and Bastard" project began. I've also had to run my laps around the reservation, so yeah, I've been pretty fuckin' busy. Sam has decided that we each have to run three nights a week with a partner to ensure there aren't anymore damn bloodsuckers coming into the Forks area. We also have to make sure that none step foot onto the La Push land either. Not even those godforsaken Cullens. Just thinking their name makes me so angry I start to shake. I better get myself under control since I'm sitting so close to my dad. I wouldn't be able to survive if I hurt him the way Sam hurt his fiancée Emily.

Sam is the only person who hates someone similar to the way I hate Bella. Bella caused the end of my childhood and crippled my dad for life. The Cullens are to Sam what Bella is to me. We all grew up knowing the ancient legend of our tribe. We are descendents of wolves. I thought it was just a bunch of bullshit that the elders told us to keep us in line. However, a small group of us found out that it is much more than just an old story. We have the genes that are set off when a bloodsucker settles near our land and our bodies undergo a change that will affect the rest of our lives.

Sam Uley hates the Cullens for three very specific and valid reasons. First, he was thrown into a supernatural world and left to fend for himself at the beginning. Second, He had to break the heart of a woman he loved very much. Finally, he hates the Cullens because he hurt and scarred the woman he will spend the rest of his life with, the love of his life, Emily.

Sam was the first one of us to go through this change. He had to do it alone. The Cullens moved into the town of Forks about two years ago. Once the earth, gods, or whatever the fuck decides it's time to change a man into a wolf registered that they were a threat, Sam underwent the change. He had absolutely no idea what he was going through since the elders didn't confirm any of the stories were true before that. He had no help and no guidance. I can't even imagine what that would have been like. The change itself is not pleasant and often is very painful at first. A young wolf can't control his emotions and often phases from man to wolf very quickly without any warning. This is another reason it sucks to be this way. I remember phasing without my consent and ruining almost all of my clothes and sneakers.

Sam was dating Leah Clearwater at the time he changed. He didn't know what was happening to him, but he relied on her for strength and she supported him through it. They were very happy together despite the monumental change Sam underwent. They went to the elders shortly after and Sam was told that all the legends of our tribe were true. No shit. So now he had his confirmation, however, he still had to experience it solo since none of the elders had the gene themselves or had actually ever seen it happen before. They didn't quite know what to expect, but they did tell Sam about the legend of imprinting. He never believed it was true though. He and Leah were expected to get married soon.

At a gathering to celebrate their engagement, Sam unexpectedly imprinted on Leah's cousin Emily. When imprinting occurs it is unstoppable and powerful beyond words. There is a pull that literally binds two souls together for eternity. Sam knew he couldn't live his life without Emily, but he never wanted to hurt Leah either. She has never gotten over losing the love of her life and she makes Sam miserable every chance she gets. He doesn't blame her though. How could he? He does, however, blame himself and those filthy bloodsuckers for triggering the change that altered his whole world.

Young werewolves are very unstable in their emotions and can phase without warning when their tempers flare, which I've experienced firsthand, like I mentioned earlier. It only takes a second of losing control and your body constricts and snaps into a wolf form. Unfortunately, Sam got angry for a split second and Emily was too close. When he morphed his claws left a trail of destruction down the right side of her face. Taking away her eyesight and leaving tracks that run down to her mouth pulling her lip down into a half frown.

Sam almost lost the most important thing in his life, his soul mate, so he is determined to get his revenge by taking the most precious thing away from those leeches: their little human pet, Edward. In exchange for my helping him, he has agreed to help me seek my own personal revenge on the person that destroyed my youth and my father's life: Bella.

"Woo hoo… You in there, son?" Billy chuckles as he waves a hand in front of my face.

"Yea. I just spaced out. Sorry. What do you have planned for the rest of the day? Any doctor appointments today?" I ask as I stand up to go check the fridge where we post anything important.

All I get in response is a groan from my father.

"I was thinking about going to visit Charlie's grave. Sue Clearwater made a wreath that she wants to place on his headstone. You interested in coming with us?"

I shake my head side to side. Going to visit Charlie's grave is something I refuse to do because I know if I go there, I will remember the reason he is dead and the reason my father is paralyzed. I can't seem to control myself each time I truly think about it and I end up phasing before I can calm myself down.

I remember the day it happened like it was yesterday. I know that cliché is old and overused, but for some reason I cannot get this day out of my head. It replays in a loop every time I try to go to sleep. It haunts not only my dreams, but my nightmares too.

Six years ago when I was twelve, my father and Charlie Swan went on a fishing trip. They had been on too many to count so this one was no different and there was no need to be concerned. They often got consumed in fishing and would come home very late, often times I would already be asleep when they returned.

My mother had died long before. I don't even really remember her now, and I have no siblings. Even though I was young, my dad trusted me to be able to stay at home by myself. So I went to sleep that night without my dad coming home. I knew he would be there when I woke up.

I was wrong.

I woke up to someone pounding on the front door. A quick look to the digital clock nearby told me it was past 3 in the morning. Before answering the door, I quickly peaked into my dad's bedroom hoping he'd be there passed out. His bed was empty. Fear and worry immediately washed over my entire body.

I raced to the front door, flinging it open hurriedly. It was the deputy sheriff of the police department of Forks. Not a good sign.

Turns out Charlie had too much to drink, but insisted on driving because it was his damn truck. They couldn't confirm the exact number of times the truck flipped over. When they got to the scene my dad was pinned beneath the hood of the overturned vehicle and Charlie was nowhere in sight. My dad slipped in and out of consciousness, but he was able to tell the paramedics that neither had worn a seatbelt and the wreck had occurred about two hours ago. He was pinned beneath that truck for two fucking hours before anyone showed up. He was alone and scared and he couldn't find his best friend and I wasn't there to help him like I should have been. They eventually found most of Charlie. Parts of him were scattered about the scene of the accident. They even collected matter from his brain out of the tree branch twenty feet high. They assume he flew out of the windshield and was drug by the truck before being launched into a nearby tree. The bulk of his body was found down in the ditch about 100 feet away from where the truck came to a rest. Fucking gruesome.

They were able to extract my dad from the wreckage and take him to the hospital, but they couldn't save his legs. That was the last day he was able to walk. He is on constant pain meds and has to be taken to the bathroom and helped in the shower. These tasks obviously fell to me. I love my father and do not resent him for having to be helped with even the simplest of tasks, such as putting his socks on.

I resent that bitch, Bella, and I will until the day I die.

Why? Well let me enlighten you. Her dad started drinking pretty heavily because her mom, Renee, left when she was young, maybe 3 or 4. She left because she couldn't handle Bella and being a mom to such a bad, disappointing child. Charlie was never the same once Renee left and I don't blame him for drinking to escape taking care of that snot-nosed brat. Bella caused misery everywhere she went by simply breathing.

Charlie was particularly stressed that fishing trip because Bella had fallen down the stairs and broken her arm. If the whore had been more careful, he wouldn't have had to take off work to take her to the emergency room. The nurse got the impression that he was abusing Bella because her retarded ass was always getting hurt one way or another. That nurse started rumors that quickly spread throughout Forks. Not that Bella didn't deserve the shit to be beaten out of her, but Charlie never laid a hand on her. The stares were really getting to him and he had more to drink than he should have.

I will never forgive her for merely existing.

A loud bang followed by "Shit!" sounds from the living room. I whip around to see my father lying on the floor with his wheel chair tipped over. I run to him to help him up and make sure he is okay.

"Dad? What happened? Are you okay?" I can barely get the words out.

"Wait! Don't move me yet, Jacob." He takes several ragged, deep breaths and I can tell he is in a lot of pain. I look towards the direction he is laying and notice the remote is a few inches away from his body.

"Were you trying to get the remote off the floor?" I almost screech at him.

"Y-yes," He wheezes out. "I am okay now. Help my back up into my chair."

I gently bend down to pick him up after I straighten out his chair. He has lost a lot of weight and I have gained an incredible amount of muscle and strength from my transformation, so he feels as light as a small child. Once I get him situated, I feel my anger quickly boiling over. I know I am about to lose it and with a quick glance to make sure he is still okay, I turn and run through the door. I barely clear the porch before I launch my human form off the railing only to land on the ground in a dead sprint as a wolf.

I don't even care that I have lost another outfit and pair of shoes. All I can think of is how royally Bella has fucked up my whole world. Bella Swan will pay. It will only take me about five minutes to run to the shelter in wolf form, and when I get there, she's going to wish she was never fucking born.

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