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Jacob.

Fucking Jacob.

I was fighting the urge to just kick him in the balls and slam the door in his face.

Once the shock began to subside, I was fucking pissed. He couldn't be doing this. Not now. He couldn't complicate things right when I'm figuring them out.

The nerve he had to show up here. At my home. Where I was starting my new life. Away from him. Because of him.

"Jacob." I said, continuing to stare at him, standing in the doorway with a weird expression on his face.

When I said his name, I saw Edward's posture change. He stiffened immediately, and his fists clenched. I felt my stomach flutter at his protectiveness.

"Bella."

I glared daggers at the dog.

"Can I come in?"

"No."

He ignored me and strode into my house without another word , which pissed me off even more.

He walked past me, coming to stand in the middle of the living room. He looked around, then said casually, "Nice place."

Was he really trying to be casual right now?

"What the fuck do you want you piece of cock rot?"

He looked at me in shock. He hadn't heard my mouth before.

He hardly ever listened to me, of course he hadn't heard my mouth.

"We need to talk." He shot a glare to Edward, who was standing behind me territorially. I rolled my eyes. If either of them started peeing on me, someone was going to die.

"We need to talk Jacob? Just letting you know, if you're here to break up with me, that's already been done." I heard Edward snicker behind me.

That's right Bella. Use the anger and sarcasm.

I looked at Edward pleadingly. He nodded and made to go into the kitchen.

He turned to give Jacob one last glare. I could feel the hate seep from his every pore. And he didn't even know him.

"Bella, I'm in here if you need me."

I nodded and he left.

I turned back to Jacob, the sneer on my face set, burning into my being.

"First of all, what the fuck makes you think you can walk in here and just-"

"Bella, I love you. I need you."

My mouth was hanging open in shock. I stepped towards him slowly.

"Oh, Jacob…" I said softly. "I love you too."

His eyes lit up. "Really, Bells?"

"No mother fucking way on the sweaty balls of Zeus."

His face fell.

"That was cruel, Bella."

I barked out a harsh laugh, it was mocking and sarcastic.

"Cruel? I'm cruel? Try you boning my best friend, Jacob. In my fucking apartment." I hadn't been expecting to talk about this, but now that it was coming out it felt good. I had to do this. There was no point to just kicking him out. He needed to hear this. I needed to say this.

I needed closure.

He scoffed. Big mistake. The way he sounded like a hormonal girl when he scoffed at me made me see red.

"Our apartment Bella."

I took one step closer to him, and I was happy to see him backing away slowly. I felt violent. And empowered. Deadly combination.

"No, Jacob. Not our apartment. Who was the one working? Paying for your shit, while you sat at home on your lazy ass getting head from the town whore!" I was picking at every little thing he said, letting my resentment and hatred be clear to him.

I felt my face getting red. The anger was boiling over.

"Well, Bella, if you want to start throwing accusations then that's fine by me."

I rolled my eyes. "I want to throw more than accusations, Jacob."

"Bella, I came here to get you back. To bring you back home, because I know you still want me."

My jaw dropped. The audacity this fucker had.

"The only thing I want is for you to have your tiny dick cut off and be submerged in acid."

He looked at me, a glint in his little eyes.

"You didn't think it was so tiny when I was satisfying you." He said it loud enough so Edward could hear, obviously thinking he was going to bother him. Had he always been this immature and cocky?

Yes.

"Satisfying me? Was I unconscious when this satisfaction was happening? Because I don't remember it! You couldn't satisfy a head louse, Jacob."

"Bella, will you shut your mouth and stop being so childish?"

I felt the fury in my bones.

"Where the fuck do you get off calling me childish? Why don't you get off your ass, get a job, not fuck everything with a vagina and then you can call me childish! God where you always such a colossal douche or did this just happen?"

He sighed dramatically and rubbed at his eyes. "Bella, I didn't come to argue. I want to fix things."

I laughed again, in his face this time, I was so close to him, I could just reach out and smack his nasty face.

"Well you know what, Jakey?" he flinched at the venom in my voice. It was coming out now. And I didn't want to stop it.

"I don't. I don't want to fix things because there's nothing to fix. You were never anything to me but a mooching leech, who fucked me over in the end, just like everyone told me you would. But I didn't listen."

He opened his mouth, but I cut him off. I was just getting started. There was no way I would let this go like that.

"You probably went behind my back with random girls all the time, but I was too blind to see it. Maybe in the back of my head, I didn't want to see it. You see, I was under the impression you were actually a decent guy." I was hysterical by now, pulling at my hair, trying not to scream.

"And who the fuck do you think you are to show up here where I'm moving on, trying to act like you're worth something? You're not worth anything. You're shit, Jacob. Shit. And you can go back to Phoenix, and fuck all the hoes you want, because I'm not going back to be your fool, to be your mommy. I can't be giving and giving and getting nothing! You gave me nothing but empty promises and a hatred for men, because now I think they're all like you."

I was pacing.

"And the worst part of it is? You made me doubt myself. It's not that I lost you, Jake, because I couldn't care less. It's that in the midst of it all, I lost myself. You made me feel worthless. And I'm not. I'm not, and it's not up to you to decide who I am. I am better than you and your foolish decisions. Because now when you want to try to fix things? Its too late. You made your decision the first day you fucked some chick. It's too fucking late, and I'm happy." I realized I was doing more than telling him. I was telling myself. I was assuring myself.

"It's ridiculous because of a prick like you, I can't trust perfectly amazing men, men like that guy waiting for me in the kitchen." Well that slipped out. Jacob's eyes hardened in jealousy.

I face him head on.

"Now, you don't mean anything. You're just a bad memory that'll fade. So help me forget, Jacob. Get the fuck out of my house."

He stood there, wide eyed, open mouthed, before he regained his composure.

He looked me dead in the eyes. There was anger there. And he was vicious when he was angry. He had obviously forgotten the 'reason' he came here.

"You're wrong. You are worthless. I'm sorry I even tried to get your bitch ass to come back with me."

I just looked at him. I had nothing more to say.

He turned around, and as he walked out, he said, quite clearly.

"Ugly cunt."

Before I could do anything, Edward had flown out of the kitchen, and socked Jacob in the side of the head.

I stood there in disbelief. He dragged Jacob out before my eyes and dumped him on the front stops.

Then, Edward Cullen, the very same man who was decent and nice, spat on Jake's dazed form. He spit on him. Then he let loose this gem:

"Rot in hell you Sac licker."

And he slammed the door on him.

That would've been very funny if I weren't completely emotionally drained and wounded at that moment. It was too much to see his face, to let all of those words out, too hear him say that to me as he walked out, to feel that he was right, even when I was trying to act all confident.

I slumped to the floor and began to cry silently.

That ass could do this much damage in fifteen minutes.

My chest began to heave from the relief and pain. Relief because I got to tell him, Finally. Pain because, well god dammit, it hurt.

Edward's arms were around me then and he pulled me into his lap. He rubbed soothing circles into my back, stroking my hair while he whispered reassurances.

I cried. And cried. And sniffled and sobbed.

When I finally calmed down I just lay in Edward's arms while he comforted me. It made me think of the day he told me about his father. He was returning the favor.

"So that's the cheating asswipe? I think I can forgive your harsh treatment of me."

I smiled into his chest.

"That's him."

"If it makes you feel better, I keyed his car while you were in here."

I giggled softly.

He chuckled with me. Then he pulled me out at an arm's length, suddenly serious.

"Bella, you were so… strong today. What you said to him. I have never heard anyone with more conviction in their voice."

I nodded slowly, looking down at my lap. His hands entwined with mine.

"He reacted like he did because what you said to him hit home. He knows it's true. I don't even know why he came back." he said quietly.

"He came back because this is like a prize for him, a game. He figured he could get me back, it'd be like winning." I fought the urge to scream at the frustration and adrenaline still coursing through me.

"He's an idiot. You're much too smart for that."

I laughed weakly. Smart?

"Obviously not, I'm still crying aren't I?"

"I would think you weren't normal if you didn't cry. He's draining to be around, and he was only here for fifteen minutes. And I wasn't even in the room and he pissed me off."

"I'm not as strong as I seem to be, Edward."

"Yes you are, Bella. You're stronger than you think. You could've shut the door from him, run away, and suppressed it. But you faced him head on."

"Not the first time. I ran away the first time. That's why I'm here."

"That doesn't matter anymore, Bella. What matters is that you didn't run away today."

"I'm worthless." I whispered as a tear fell into my lap. I was too far gone to care about looking vulnerable.

He pulled my chin up roughly to look at him, and his green eyes were shining with so much intensity, my breath caught.

"Don't you ever, ever say that Isabella. Especially not in response to the words of that imbecile. You have more worth, intelligence, beauty and passion in one ass cheek than most people can have in their lives. Especially that fucker. He has no right to judge you. He's the worthless one, and you know it."

He spoke with so much finality and truth ringing in his voice that I could do nothing but looking into his eyes, and hope to find what I was looking for.

His gaze held so much.

"You're beautiful, Bella. And amazing. No one can ever tell me or you different."

He lightly kissed my forehead, and I was actually happy with the gesture this time. He held my hands tighter. And as we looked into each other's eyes, hands clasped together, I felt it change.

Every time I got close to him, he made me feel weak and alive and happy. All I saw was his face even when I didn't want to admit it, all I needed was his touch. His lips on my skin, his voice. Even if he hadn't kissed me. The way he made me feel when he reassured me just then, and everything was clear even as it muddied again.

Things had changed between me and Edward Cullen.

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