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Summary: Soon after Jake and Bella start working on the bikes before he phases, they sleep together. She is sick before the movies, but just thinks it's the flu. Jake phases and is away the two weeks. Bella goes to him with some news, but is turned away. Charlie finds out her news and kicks her out. What will happen when she comes back? Will the Cullen's come back for her? Song by Billy Currington
New Moon AU; pairing Bella/ Jacob Rated M
Warnings: violence, lemons, language, non-sexual spankings. Dominant Jacob
A/N: Wolfs can discipline their imprints, meaning domestic discipline/Spankings. Set in 2010. Quotes come from New Moon Chapter 9.
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Let Me Down Easy
Chapter 2 Bella POV
We were all alone in the hallway. Both theaters were halfway through the movie, and it was deserted—quiet enough for us to hear the popcorn popping at the concession counter in the lobby.
Jacob went to sit on the velveteen-upholstered bench against the wall, patting the space beside him.
"He sounded like he was going to be in there for a while," he said, stretching his long legs out in front of him as he settled in to wait.
I joined him with a sigh. He looked like he was thinking about blurring more lines. Sure enough, as soon as I sat down, he shifted over to put his arm around my shoulders.
"Jake," I protested, leaning away. He dropped his arm, not looking bothered at all by the minor rejection. He reached out and took my hand firmly, wrapping his other hand around my wrist when I tried to pull away again.
Where did he get the confidence from? (Meyer. New Moon. Pages 211-212).
It has been a week and a half since the movies and I have not seen or heard from Jake since that night when he left here not feeling well like my other friends. I have tried calling him, but the phone line is either busy or Billy answers and says that he is out with his friends. I guess that he is feeling better now if he can hang out with his other friends.
And I guess he doesn't have time for me now.
I was really hoping that he would talk to me.
My nightmares have come back, but they have changed. Instead of me running in the forest after Edward, I am being chased by a horse size russet colored wolf with very intelligent and expressive light brown eyes that look very familiar, but for the life of me, I cannot remember why.
Or I should say, who.
The dream/nightmare itself is not really scary, just…I don't know. I can't really describe the feelings going through me during this time. Sometimes I wish that I had Jasper's gift of being able to sense emotions and understand them.
Another thing that has been going on, is I am still getting sick. I thought it was just the flu like my friends had that was going around town, but everyone that I talked to had said that it only lasted about twenty four hours. I have been getting sick for about one and a half months, off and on.
So today, I am heading to Port Angeles to the drug store and see if my fears and suspicions are confirmed.
As I get dressed in a simple pair of jeans and a long sleeve white t-shirt, with my blue Mariner's hoodie that Charlie got me for my birthday, I realize that today is Wednesday and I should be at school, as I look at the clock and it stated that it was 10:35am.
I start to panic as I know that the school would have already called Charlie by now and let him know that I was not in school.
I almost fall as I rush to put my Converse on and get downstairs and leave before…
"ISABELLA?!"
I tense up and my heart starts to race as I hear him stomping up the steps. I didn't even hear him pull up or come in the door. He comes to my door, looking pissed, as he leans on the door jab and crosses his arms over his chest.
"So…imagine my surprise when I get a phone call at work, telling me that my child is not in school and that it will be marked as an unexcused absence on their record. Why are you not in school, Isabella?"
My shoulders slump as I knew that since it was not an emergency, I would get a spanking.
"I over slept, so I was going to go to the doctors, since I have not been feeling good for a while now."
I state, staring at the floor.
He just raised an eyebrow.
"So since it has been going on for a while, and apparently not even every day, you could have went after school. Am I right?"
He asked, knowing that he was, and just confirmed my earlier thoughts about it being a lack of an emergency.
Defeated, I just nod my head, knowing what was about to happen.
He gave one jerky nod of his head and turned on his heel towards his room.
After about a minute of silence, except for my erratic heart rate and breathing, the silence of the house is broken first, by the cling, cling of the dresser drawer knobs as Charlie opened his top drawer…where he keeps his belts.
As I heard the drawer slam shut, I started whimpering and backing up towards the window/wall and pleading for him not to spank me, even though I knew that it was useless to even try.
I know from experience that once he has the belt in his hands, no amount of begging or pleading will sway his decision.
As he came into the room with one of his leather belts in his hand, and as useless as I knew it was, I tried one more time.
"Dad…please?! I promise I will go to school right now! I swear I will."
I whimpered and let out a sob.
He just gestured towards the bed.
"Bend over and grab the spread, Isabella. I want you to count them out. You will get twenty licks and the next time you think about cutting school, it will be worse. So you need to think about that before you do it."
I did as I was told and laid, bent over the foot of the bed, with my hands reaching towards the head of the bed, gripping the comforter. I heard him coming over to me and the next second I had felt a searing pain on my backside.
I whimpered out.
"One"
This kept going until we reached ten and I had silent tears flowing down my face, onto the blanket, with almost silent sobs escaping my mouth.
Readying myself for blow number eleven and not really paying attention to him, as I was in my head at my happy place with Jacob and I riding our motor bikes, to get away from the pain, as each blow got harder than the last, I was startled when he shouted,
"ISABELLA!"
And let loose three hard, rapid licks on the back of my legs.
"OWWW!"
I screamed out and jumped up, rubbing the backs of my thighs, as they stung like a bitch, and turned to face him to see what he was talking about.
"I said to pull your pants down for the last ten licks."
My heart felt like it was about to beat out of my chest as I stared at him, trying to see if he was serious. By the look on his face, I know that he was.
But the stubborn side of me reared its ugly head at that point and I put some attitude behind my response.
"NO!"
And I even crossed my arms and stood defiantly, with my chin up and silent tears still flowing down my face, in front of my now even more enraged father.
"EXCUSE ME?!"
He roared.
He didn't even give me time to say anything else, as he marched over to me and yanked at the button on my jeans so hard that it popped off and yanked them and my underwear, much to my embarrassment, down in one swift movement, that was so fast, you would think that he was a vampire.
He then started waylaying on me, not even bothering with the count and giving me much more than the last ten licks that I was owed. I could not stop the screams from erupting from my body as he beat me.
After what seemed like forever, he finally stopping hitting me and pushed me on the bed, where I hastily pulled up my underwear and jeans.
"Stay your behind in this house and I mean it, Isabella."
He left me to my sobbing and crying as I heard him throw his belt in his room, as it hit something in there, and then stomp downstairs and out the front door, slamming it. I guess he had to go back to work.
I laid there for a few minutes, getting my breathing under control, before getting up and going into the bathroom to clean myself up. I used the toilet and was thankful that there was no blood on the tissue. I washed my hands and then my face and dried them off before heading back into my room.
I pulled on some more underwear and a pair of loose fitting gray terry cloth shorts, after taking the others and my jeans off, before getting under the covers and curling into a fetal position and crying myself back to sleep.
I must have slept for a few hours, because the next time I woke up, it was slightly dark outside and I could hear the television on downstairs. I got up slowly, as I was sore and my joints were stiff from being in that fetal position for so long.
I made my way to the bathroom after grabbing my toiletries and my pajamas so that I can take a shower. I used the bathroom and then started the water as hot as it would go to help with the stiffness. Getting in, I couldn't stop the moan that the heat caused, as it loosened up my joints and muscles.
I showered quickly and gently, then got out and toweled off gently as my butt and the backs of my legs were red and irritated.
I filled the water cup up with some water from the sink and took a couple of Tylenol after getting dressed.
I wasn't hungry, so I just went back to my room and got back in bed.
Before I knew it, I was being woken up by my alarm clock. It took me a minute to remember that I set it earlier than I needed to get up for school, as I was going to go to Port Angeles to the drug store and get a pregnancy test before school.
I dressed in a simple black sweat suit and my black Converse. I brushed my hair and put it up in a messy ponytail. I went to wash my face and brush my teeth. I didn't use the bathroom yet as I will need to go later for the test and I read somewhere that, if possible, it is best to take those tests first thing in the morning.
I went back into my room to grab my book bag and a quick look out of my window showed me that Charlie had left already for work and that it was slightly raining. Grabbing my coat and putting it on as I walked down the stairs, I silently prayed that if I am, that everything would be alright.
I grabbed my keys off of the side table by the door and locked up before getting in my truck and starting it up.
It did not take me long to reach the Walgreens in Port Angeles, as I was pushing my ancient truck to its speed limit. I got out and went inside, noticing that there was only one or two other customers and an older lady at the front register. I got my purchase and went to the back of the store to the Pharmacy to pay as the cashier was a young man.
Luckily, he did not sneer at me or look down on me as he rung up my purchase.
I paid and went to the restroom that was right next to the Pharmacy. I really had to go, so I hurriedly read the instructions and took both test.
I then laid them on a clean paper towel and then placed them on the floor for the three minute wait while I went to wash my hands.
When the time was up, I picked them both up and my heart stopped.
Both tests clearly showed a pink plus sign for positive.
I then think that I went into shock or a daze, as I do not clearly remember leaving the store, the drive to school, or anything that happened at school.
The next thing that I do remember is the final bell ringing. I made my way to my truck and made the trip back to Port Angeles to the Women's Clinic there.
They checked me in and asked a bunch of questions, then did a urine test that did indeed confirm that I was in fact…pregnant.