Chapter 10: Wrath

The day passed slowly.

Renesmee was bored out of her mind, and Jacob clearly was, too. There was no TV, no cell phone service, and the radio barely got reception. They weren't speaking, and they were completely trapped together in the tiny house, with no chance for escape. By the time evening rolled around again, they were both on edge from a day of silence. Renesmee had stayed on the couch most of the day, pretending to nap or listen to the fuzzy radio. Jacob had gone outside several times to dig the car out of the snow and to bring in more firewood. They had exchanged few words for the past twelve hours, and it was beginning to wear on her.

After loading the fireplace again for the fifth time that day, Jacob turned to look at her over his shoulder.

"So that's it, then?"

Renesmee tried to look like she couldn't give a shit. "That's it what?"

He sighed, his shoulders slumping before he stood up. Sitting in the chair across from the couch, he watched her avoid his gaze as she stared at the fire.

"So you're not speaking to me?"

"I never said that."

"Well, you're not. Speaking to me, that is."

"What is there to say?"

He sighed, rubbing his hands together.

"Ness, I—"

"Renesmee."

He growled, pressing his lips together in frustration. She was wearing him out with her snotty behavior, that much was clear. She smiled to herself on the inside and clenched her teeth, determined to make him pay for wounding her ego.

"Can we please just talk about this?"

"Again, about what?"

"That you…that we… Argh, that we kissed!"

"And you said it wasn't a good idea. Yes, I was there, Jacob. What do you want to discuss exactly?"

He clenched his jaw as he stared at her, visibly trying to keep his composure without exploding.

"I just think that…that we shouldn't do that. It's not…it's not exactly in my job description."

"What isn't?"

"To keep you entertained. That's not what I signed up for—"

"Oh, so you think I only kissed you to entertain myself?"

"Am I wrong?"

"I can't even believe you would think that!"

"Can you blame me? What would a girl like you—"

"A girl like what?"

"Like you. You know, rich daddy, good family… You know! What would you possibly see in me?"

Renesmee was fuming. He thought she was using him because she was bored.

"Right, so how dare the Ice Princess have feelings? Actual feelings for you? Thanks a lot for letting me know you think I'm a shallow little jerk, Jacob. Thanks."

"That's not what I said. I…So you kissed me because you wanted to?"

"Why the hell else would I?"

"Oh, I don't know, because you're a bored little rich girl with nothing better to do?"

Renesmee jumped up from the couch, fuming. She wanted to yank her hair out, she was so completely frustrated with Jacob. How he could attract her one moment, and then make her want to bang her head against the wall the next moment completely boggled her.

"You're an ass, Jacob Black."

"And you are a snob, Renesmee Cullen," he shot back.

She growled to herself and stood up, stomping to the kitchen. She needed to get away from him before she walked over to him and jacked him in the face. Stomping into the kitchen, she ignored Jacob's curious looks as she began slamming things around to give her anger an outlet.

"Will you just talk to me? Stop being such a Princess and let's just talk about what happened, will ya?"

"Why would I want to discuss it?" she yelled over the counter.

Jacob shrugged and rolled his eyes at her, igniting her even further.

"I hate this place, I hate being pent up here, and I especially hate being here with you!" she fumed, busying herself with putting away the clean dishes. Opening up the cabinet above the sink, she spied a familiar looking bottle and had an idea.

"What are you doing now?" he groaned.

She looked over her shoulder at him, scowling as she rifled through the liquor cabinet.

"Looking for something to entertain myself with."

"I don't think you'll find anything in there," he grumbled, plopping down on the couch.

She glared at him again, before pulling out a bottle. Blowing off the dust, she frowned. "I won't have to deal with you if I'm three sheets to the wind. Hell, you might even disappear completely if I'm drunk."

"Right," he said sarcastically. "Fine. Go ahead and get shit faced, and see where it gets you."

"Ulgh, scotch. Well…at least it's hard alcohol. Do we have any mixers?"

He raised one eyebrow at her. "Where do you think you are? The Hiatt? There's a can of Coke somewhere in the back of the fridge. Have fun with that," he said, his tone short.

"Fine, then. Scotch and Coke it is."

He watched her stomp into the kitchen, rummaging through the cabinets.

"Fuck it," she muttered, opening up the bottle. Taking a long swig, she barely got the spicy liquid down her throat, before coughing and sputtering.

"Ulgh…"

"What's the matter? Never had a big girl drink before?" Jacob asked, sauntering into the kitchen.

"Screw you. I've had just about everything there is to have," she snapped, taking another swig. She made a face, wincing as the scotch slid down her throat.

"I'm sure you haven't had everything," he said suggestively.

Renesmee made a face as he snickered. "You're pathetic, you know that?"

"Just trying to lighten the mood, Princess."

"Would you stop that? You know I hate it when you do that," she grumbled, before taking another long swig.

He watched her choke down the scotch, obviously amused. Renesmee didn't care; anything was better than fighting with him, and she was hoping that scotch would help her get over the embarrassment of throwing herself at him. Jacob grunted something under his breath as he walked back to the couch, obviously annoyed. She smiled to herself as she chased another long swig down with the nearly flat Coke. Sliding down the cabinets, she settled onto the cold kitchen floor as she continued to drink. This way, she didn't even have to look at Jacob, and the alcohol would help her numb her humiliation away, she thought.

She lost track of the time after that. The more scotch she consumed, the better – or more bearable – it tasted, and she was able to finally let her high strung body relax. It felt good after the past week; her body felt like a coil that had sprung and had finally gotten some relief from its pent up position.

Yes, this definitely felt better.

She awoke with a start. Sitting up in bed, she groaned and immediately lay back down in the bed and hugged a pillow to her chest. Her head was pounding, and the bed felt like it was nailed to a moving Tilt-A-Whirl. The scotch swirled in her stomach, making her want to die.

"Ulgh," she groaned, feeling her body begin to sweat. Of all the hangovers she had experienced over the years, this had to be the absolute worst one yet. She had never felt so positively sick from drinking in her life.

Wait a minute…how did I get into bed?

She glanced down, realizing she was basically in the same clothes from the night before. Her shoes had been taken off, along with her jeans. A pair of her loose fitting pajama bottoms had replaced those, yet she still had on her bra and top from the day before. Running her hand through her hair, she tried to remember what had happened the night before.

How on Earth did I get up here?

Another wave of nausea hit her; she wasn't sure if it was from the booze or the thought that Jacob had brought her up here and partially changed her. Hurriedly, she pulled her pants away from her body and was relieved to see that her underwear wasn't anything alarmingly "grannyish" or – on the other hand – something revealing as a thong.

Whew. Plain pink and butt-covering. Ulgh. He still saw me passed out in my underwear. Good job, Renesmee. Oh God…

Jumping up, she held her stomach as she ran to the trash can in the corner of the room and emptied the contents of her stomach.

"Scotch…never again," she grumbled.

"Good morning, sunshine," Jacob called loudly from the kitchen as she limped downstairs several minutes later.

Renesmee growled in response, walking over to the counter, where she plopped down.

"Feel like some bacon? Maybe some greasy deer sausage?" he joked, holding up a link of meat on his spatula.

Renesmee felt her stomach turn in protest as the smell of the cooking sausage hit her nose.

"Did you change me?"

Jacob stopped laughing, her question sobering him from his giggles. "Yeah, I, uh…took off your shoes and jeans. I put those pink pants on you…I didn't look."

"Didn't say you did…"

"Well…it's just, girls…um…I had sisters, if that makes you feel any better. They, uh…used to go out and come home wasted when I was a teenager. Taken care of my share of drunk girls. But I really didn't look," he babbled.

She felt herself blush.

"I believe you…I just…don't remember…"

"I can see why. You put back almost a quarter of that scotch. And that's not even good scotch," he laughed to himself, flipping a piece of the deer meat.

Renesmee felt her stomach turn again as she tried not to puke at the sight of it. "What happened?"

"Oh…some stuff. Things…You know," he teased, avoiding her eyes.

Renesmee huffed in anger, wanting to reach across the counter and smack him. She didn't doubt that he was a gentleman; the thought of him taking advantage of her never crossed her mind. However, she was more irritated that he wouldn't tell her what had happened after she blacked out.

"You shouldn't drink that much, though. Not good for you."

"I don't need a lecture, thank you. I'm a big girl, and I can…I…I can…" She winced as another wave of nausea washed over her, making her turn a little green.

Jacob watched with raised eyebrows as she covered her mouth and ran to the bathroom down the hall.

Renesmee sat on the couch, glaring into space. After spending the entire morning and early afternoon hung over as all hell, she was finally starting to feel like herself again. And she was starting to remember why she was so pissed at Jacob.

I've had guys trip over themselves to date me. No, not just date me. To talk to me! And who does he think he is, anyway? A cop? Psh, I can do better. Much better. I have.

However, nothing she mentally told herself made Jacob rejecting her any easier.

It still stung.

"So, are you talking to me yet?" he finally asked that evening. He had spent the day at the kitchen table, picking at a piece of wood with his pocketknife. She had ignored him, spending the day napping and watching the fire from the couch.

"What do you think?" she snapped.

Jacob sighed, setting the piece of wood down on the table. He walked over into the living area and sat on the chair across from her.

"Do you want to tell me why you're so pissed at me? All I did was…"

"Go on," she urged. "Let's hear your side of things. You flirt with me constantly, hitting on me—"

"Wait wait…hit on you? I did not hit on you!"

Her jaw dropped open.

"How self involved are you? You think everyone loves you just because of your last name. Get over yourself!"

"I was not imagining that! You can deny it all you want, but I'm a girl who knows when a guy is flirting! I did not imagine the…the looks, and the touches, and the…Whatever. You were so flirting!"

"You rich girls are all the same. Completely self involved, ignorant, and bat-shit crazy," he growled, jumping up from the chair in disgust. He grabbed handfuls of his hair in frustration as Renesmee bolted for the steps.

"Say what you want Jacob, but we both know the truth. I hate this place!"

"Yeah, whatever. You think staying here with you is a picnic?"

Renesmee was fuming. She was being a brat; she knew it. But she had simply had enough, and she couldn't stand to be cooped up in that cabin with Jacob Black any longer. She marched upstairs, haphazardly packed her things, and threw on her coat and boots.

She was leaving.

"What are you doing? Ness? Ness!" he bellowed, jumping up from the couch.

She ignored him, storming past him towards the door. He lunged after her, yanking her bag to the floor.

"You can't possibly go out there. You'll never make it! Besides, what will I tell Charlie?"

"Tell him that you're a pig-headed, lying, asshole cop, who thinks he runs the world!"

"I am not! Renesmee, come on! Where are you going? What if you get hurt? I—"

"That's not really my problem now, is it?"

"Ness, just wait. Let's talk about this."

"I've had just about enough of this! Being cooped up in this cabin, you…you…you make me crazy! I'll go insane if I have to stay here one more second with you in this hellhole! I never asked for this!" she yelled, pulling on her gloves.

"And you think I did?"

"Well, one thing is for sure. I don't need this. I never did. You can just go screw yourself, Jacob!" she yelled, grabbing her bag.

"You're not leaving. I won't let you!" he argued, stepping in front of the door.

"Get out of my way!"

"You're bluffing," he replied calmly. "Look, just stay. I'll…I'll do whatever you want me to, all right? Just stay here."

"Great! A pity fuck! Thanks, but no thanks. Not what I had in mind!"

He stopped her, putting his hand on the door to keep it shut. She looked up at him with slightly widened eyes, surprised at his actions. Jacob roughly grabbed her shoulders with both hands, making her eyes go wide in protest. Before she could insult him again, he took a deep breath and firmly but gently pulled her against him. His hand enveloped her cheek, drawing her to him in a hard yet passionate kiss. Renesmee felt her body go rigid with shock as his warm lips pressed against hers with urgency. Her heart began to pound in her ears as he kissed her, her arms falling slack against her side. Warm sparks of electricity seemed to flow between them as they kissed, igniting something inside her for the second time.

Suddenly, she realized what she was doing - what she was letting him do.

She would not permit it; besides, turnabout was fair play. With a violent shove, she send Jacob's tall form stumbling away from her. She had obviously caught him off guard as he fought to stay on both feet, his jaw slackened and his brown eyes wide.

"Wow," he muttered under his breath, staring at her.

"Get away from me," she hissed angrily. "That wasn't what I had in mind either."

Jacob's face went serious again as he straightened up and faced her in the doorway. It was clear to her that he wanted to continue their fight. "What did you have in mind, then? Enlighten me."

"I…I've never…you should be happy that a girl like me would hit on you. No one tells me no. I could have anyone I want!"

"I could, too, Princess. What makes you so special?" he asked, leaning over her. He propped his arm on the door above her again, making her back against it to avoid touching him.

"Tell me," he prodded, the knowing, cocky look she hated gracing his features again.

Renesmee opened her mouth to speak, her cheeks pink with emotion as she tried to make her mouth form words. Try as she might, they were hard to even think of, much less speak with Jacob's arm above her, holding the door shut. Gritting her teeth, she fumed at him again.

"Nothing, apparently."

She shoved him away, opening the door with a flourish. She was still reeling from their kiss, unable to believe he had the audacity to do that to her! And after pushing her away! Renesmee didn't know what to think. Had he kissed her just to get her to stay? Was it a ploy? The icy wind hit her cheeks, making the tears on her face sting. Coughing in the cold, she slammed the door shut and made her way to the large truck in the driveway. Braving the wind, she shoved her bag inside and climbed in, slamming the door behind her.

Jacob Black could just go to hell.

Turning the key, the engine roared to life. Snow swirled around in the vehicle in the icy wind, but she didn't care. She had to get out of there and away from him before she went crazy. Renesmee stepped on the gas and started down the steep, winding snowy drive toward town.

"Gosh," she said to herself, squinting through the snow. It was nearly impossible to see through the white flakes as they blew in front of her, blocking her vision.

"Keep it under twenty. You'll be fine," she told herself calmly.

Her stomach turned at the sight of the snowy road; it was almost impossible to tell where the road was. The tires fought their way down the driveway – or what she thought was the driveway. There was so much snow on the ground, she could barely see a thing.

"Shit," she muttered, slamming her foot on the brakes. Was the road to the left or right? She couldn't remember. Panicking, she pushed the brakes down harder and felt the tires start to slide.

"Oh, God…no…you're supposed to have all wheel drive!" she whined, turning the wheel frantically.

Instead, the back end of the SUV slid around, turning her sideways on the snowy road. Renesmee had never driven in this much snow before, so she had no idea what to do now besides hold on. Desperate, she put it in reverse and tried backing up to get back on track. No such luck.

The tires spun wildly, trapping her sideways on the hill. She put it in reverse and tried, and then put it into drive and tried.

Nothing.

All she heard was the tires as they fought and spun in the icy snow beneath her. There was no avoiding it.

She was stuck. She was stuck miles from town, too. They had driven for at least twenty minutes after leaving it.

"Shit!" she repeated. "No, no…"

Renesmee looked around in desperation, wondering how far she was from the cabin. She couldn't have gotten that far down the road, right? She turned back around, squinting through the snow as it blew in the headlights of the SUV.

What is that? she wondered, squinting harder. Something was up ahead in the road, but she couldn't make out what it was. Suddenly, it moved.

It was a person.

Fear shot through her as she realized it was someone in a large coat a mere twenty feet away, and he was walking closer. Even through the dark and the snow, she recognized what little she saw.

James.

Dun dun dun...

James is back! In my mind, he's like some creepy psycho who is always around like in a scary movie. I'm too much of a fraidy cat to watch any scary movies, but from bits and pieces I've seen...that's how I think of James. Think of Halloween. lol. He just shows up and cue the creepy music.

Your reviews from the last chapter were lovely! I got so many it inspired me to write on this fic nonstop for the last two days! So keep them coming - hearing about how all of you want to be snowed in with Jacob make me all warm and fuzzy. Loves it!

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