A/N: Okay, I feel like I'm updating 24/7 now. But, like I said in the last author's note, that's just because I'm loving this story and it's gotten to the point where it's so easy and fun to write!! Chapter title borrowed from Lonestar's song "Amazed".
Part Thirteen
Every Little Thing That You Do
"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" Jake yelled, watching as Edward kissed me before pulling the covers over my freezing body. I cringed.
"Leave," Edward said simply, his face blood red. "Now."
I sat straight up. Jake stepped around Edward cautiously, taking a seat on the bed beside me. Edward lunged at him, pushing him away. "No."
"Come on, Eddie?" Jake mocked. "I just wanna talk to Bells for a few minutes. It's not like she belongs to you!" He stood up, tottering violently to the left.
"I don't want to talk to you, Jake," I admitted, with all the courage I could muster. "I want you to leave me alone!"
He dragged me off the bed and shook me by my shoulders, grasping them tightly. "You shutup!" he said, slapping my face. I smelled alcohol heavy on his breath. Edward punched him, careful to avoid me, and caught me swiftly before I hit the ground.
"Sleep, love. We'll take this outside," he whispered, caressing the hand mark Jake had left across my cheek. He kissed me once again and sat me on the bed softly, dragging a semi-conscious Jacob Black out the door behind him.
As soon as I heard the click signifying that the door was closed, I leapt out of bed and straight to the window, pressing my nose against the cool glass in anticipation of the inevitable fight. If Edward thought I was just going to stand by and let his safety be left to the odds, he obviously didn't know me at all.
Edward pushed Jacob roughly out the back door and onto the grass behind the house, just as I'd expected him to, moments later. Deciding to chance it, I opened the window slightly, hoping to hear the harsh words that were spoken between the two. "Okay, last chance, Black," Edward spat. "Leave now, and we'll leave you in peace. But don't you ever even think about touching, talking to, or even breathing on Bella Swan." I blushed, though no one was around to embarrass me.
"How about you make me, Edward!" Jacob rebutted, reaching his hand into his pocket. My breath hitched. He had a gun.
"EDWARD!" I screamed, opening the window a bit more.
"BELLA!"
The next thirty seconds passed by in a blur of trees and leaves, my stomach in my throat. I felt nothing as I fell, inevitably, to my death. I couldn't catch myself, and somehow I couldn't find my feet.
Just when I should have hit the ground, I felt a pair of strong arms engulf me, my heart beating faster than ever before. "What… what happened, Edward?"
Edward's eyes were wide, his mouth opening and closing as if he was trying to speak, but no words came to mind. "You fell out the window! Bella, I swear! Don't you ever do that to me again! Are you all right? Did you hurt yourself? God, Bella, what am I going to do with you?"
"I hate to interrupt this little love fest, but I got somefin' for Cullen," Jacob slurred, reaching into his front pocket once again.
"EDWARD!" I cried, remembering what had caused that fatal fall. But I wasn't fast enough. In one swift motion, Jacob pulled the revolver out of his pocket and grabbed my wrist, spinning me into his arms, the barrel pointed at my temple.
"NO!" Edward screamed, his face contorted in pain. "Anything… I'll do anything. Just… just don't… don't hurt her!"
"Stand right there," Jake ordered Edward, loosening his grip on my arm slightly. Edward stood, completely unmoving, just like he said.
I let out a dry sob, realizing that I'd gotten myself into this stupid situation and Edward too. "I'm so sorry, Edward."
Edward shook his head. "This is my fault, Bella! Don't you dare blame yourself for this. It'll be okay. Just do whatever he tells you. I love you."
"I-I-I-I l-love y-y-you t-too, E-Edward. Always," I promised, looking up at Jacob. "What do you want?"
"Kiss me," he said. I gagged.
"No. Absolutely not! Edward and I-" I started.
"Do it, Bella," Edward said.
I closed my eyes as tightly as possible, trying to imagine that kissing Jake was exactly the same as kissing Edward. It was impossible. I did not feel the same tingling sensation in my heart that I felt when I kissed Edward. Not even close. And instead of being gentle and welcoming, Jacob's kiss was harsh and unforgiving. He smashed his lips against mine for a good thirty seconds before Edward shouted "ENOUGH!" out of pure instinct.
Jacob dropped me on the ground, shoving the gun back into the pocket of his ripped shorts. "You got lucky this time, Cullen. But I'll be back. For Bella. You'd better be re… WHAT THE-"
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C.J.