I'm not going to be updating as much as I like, cause I got a job for the first time in 4 years since my son was born. So with me working and then spending time with him, I'm going to be lucky to be able to post once every few weeks. But I will post. So please don't give up on me. lol

Chapter 4

Looking into his eyes took me back to a place where I'd rather not go anytime soon. Back to the days of warm Cokes, and half-build bikes. Sitting in the garage and arguing over who is older. Just envisioning those days brought tears to my eyes. I was so broken, but even then, I was carefree. It was all because of Jake. He brought out the best in me. And the worst. I could almost see our eyes sparking, and hear the peals of laughter as he argued that dealing with Embry and Quil on a daily basis put 5 years onto his age.

That was before werewolves and vampires. Well, not vampires, at least for me, but for both of us, we were both normal humans. No cares except to be able to ride the bikes and just be kids for once. Now, he looked somewhere around 25-30. The hardness in his face made him seem older. And I realized once again, that I didn't know this Jacob. I was actually scared of him. Not what he could do to me physically, but what he could say to hurt me emotionaly. There was not many people that could say things to me and actually hurt me anymore. But Jacob, was maybe the only person, who could probably rip my heart right out of my chest with just one look.

"Jacob." I said hoping it would come out calm and confident. It didn't. I sounded like a meek and nervous 18 year old again. All those years just went away, and I was back to who I was when I left. This wasn't what I wanted to happen. I didn't know what I expected to happen when I came back here, but I was beguinning to see that the saying that said the best laid plans are the ones that never work. Or something like that.

"Bella, what are you doing here?"

"I'm picking up my son, what are you doing here. This is my fathers house. I have more right to be here than you do."

His face if possible got even harder, and his arms got a slight tremor in them. I took a step back, hoping he wouldn't notice. He did. His eyes narrowed.

"That's not what I meant. What are you doing back? And I don't want to hear this shit about being abused, either. The Bella I knew would never fall for someone like that."

I had never felt such a rage in all my life. I could practically see red, and feel my body start to shake. I'm sure I looked like someone who was on the verge of phasing. Good thing I didn't have a drop of Quileute in me. Cause Jacob William Black would be dead with his throat ripped out right now.

"How dare you." I whispered. I don't think I was capable of speaking at anything more than a whipsper. "How. Dare. You! To say that you know me. You don't know me. You didn't even want the chance to know me! You told me you didn't want me! You have no clue the hell I went through! To wonder every day if my husband, MY HUSBAND, would pick that day to break another rib. Or fracture another cheek bone! And I'll tell you Jacob Black. If my childrens lives weren't in danger, I'd rather be dead, then come back here, if I had to put up with the likes of you! Now get the FUCK out of my face before you find out, just what I have been learning since I left this place."

I pushed past him and into the kitchen. Charlie was there looking nervous, and he was eyeing his gun, like he didn't really want to use it, but if it came to his daughters safety he would.

"Is everything ok, Bella?"

"It's fine, Charlie. I'm just going to get Logan and get the hell out of here. I'm sorry for causing a scene."

Charlie nodded as I walked past into the living room. Logan was sitting indian style in front of the TV watching Spongebob. How I hated that show. It's supposed to be for kids, but they are always picking their noses, or dropping things on eachother. It's kinda disturbing.

"Logan, baby, you ready?"

He nodded and got up. He had a worried look on his face, that should never be on a 4 year olds face. I put my hand on his shoulder and guided him out of the house. Jacob was leaning up against his car just watching us. There was an emotion in his eyes, that I couldn't name. I got Logan buckled into his booster, and turned to walk to the drivers side.

"Bella, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that."

I turned to look at him. In that moment, he looked more like my Jacob than he had in the few times I had seen him since I got back. But with his words running through my head, it was going to take a lot more. I said nothing. Just got in my car and drove off.

The rest of the week went quickly. I enrolled the kids in Preschool. They were to start the next monday. I got a job working at the diner that Sue Clearwater co-owned with Emily. Everything was fine. Too fine in my opinion. I knew from past experiences that when things were going a little too good, that everything was getting ready to crash and burn around you.

And that's exactly what happened.

It was a Sunday. I'd been here for exactly two weeks. Moved into my new house for a week. I was driving to the diner for the mid-day shift, when a dark brown blur ran in front of the car.

I slammed on the brakes, lucky I was wearing my seat belt. There standing on the side of the road was a dark brown wolf. A giant wolf. The size of a horse. It had black ears, and a few black spots on it. It was a wolf I knew. I knew all too well. I had lived with him for the past 5 years. It was my husband.

I didn't realize I was shaking till my door was almost ripped off the hidges. I screamed as a pair of hot hands dragged me out of the car.

"Bella, calm down. You ok?"

I didn't quit struggling. It was the voice that haunted my dreams. Nothing could get through to me. I barely heard other voices. Voices that I knew, but didn't register in my brain. I was hyperventalting.

"Shit."

"Maybe you should knock her out?"

"Shut up! We should get her to my place. Is he being followed?"

That was about the time that I blacked out. When I woke up, I was in a room that I had never seen before. I could hear voices from somewhere but I didn't know where. I spotted a window, next to the bed. I pryed it open and it made a screaching noise. I cringed. He would hear that and know that I was trying to excape. I heard the door open, and had one leg out, when someone grabbed my arm. I swung an arm out to try to hit the person, and pain exploded in my hand as I made contact.

"Damn, Bella, quit it. You're going to hurt yourself."

I looked at the person to see Sam.

"Sam?" I whispered, then flung myself at him. He held me as I cryed. And boy did I cry. I haven't cried since the day I left this place. But seening Levi, I realized that I was scared. Not just for my kids, but for myself. I never had any sense of self preservation, and what a time to get it. I just hoped that they didn't ask any questions about why I totally freaked out over seeing a wolf.

Of course, it was a wolf the size of a damn horse.