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Confessions: Part 1

Bella's POV

"Come sit with me." I said as I made my way to a little workbench in the corner of the room where the lighting was best. I felt the bench shift beside me and knew he was there and probably staring at me. I took a deep breath and let it out. I knew that I couldn't shorten my story, he had to know everything, no matter how painful it was for me to speak about.

"Some of the things I have to say are a little hard to swallow, I know it's unfair of me to be dumping this all on you, but I would appreciate it if you let me finish the story without any interruptions." Once again he nodded and I started telling my tale.

"After I ran away from the wedding I went back home and packed my bag. I hopped in my truck and got on the freeway. I didn't really know where I was going, but that was a good thing. I didn't want Alice to be able to find me and her powers aren't too useful if the subject she watches makes a last minute decision. So I started towards Colorado, then Utah, then New Mexico, and then I finally chose Phoenix. I wanted to go to a place where the Cullens wouldn't be able to go out and find me. I just needed a little time to think. I never wanted to get married, I felt obligated to, like everyone was expecting me to go through with it. Like I'm supposed to want to get married because I'm the girl. For me, I guess Arizona was a sanctuary. Everything was so simple there, and then I moved here and everything changed. I liked feeling normal for a while. I stayed at a small hotel that provided breakfast and dinner, so I wouldn't have to worry about paying for food. I got to go out during the day and go to the mall or just go sight seeing. The only time I actually worried was nighttime because the Cullens could very easily slip into my room and take me back to Forks. After about a month of worrying Alice left a message on my phone saying she understood that I didn't want her to be looking into my future anymore and that, at the moment, I didn't want to be brought back. She assured me that even though I hadn't married Edward, she still wanted us to be friends and that she would start looking out for me again once I contacted them."

"I was so relieved to hear that she was okay with me not marrying Edward. I stayed for another two weeks and then I was ready to come home. I remember my last day in Arizona was supposed to be a Wednesday. I had gone to see my old home and a few other places that held memories of my child hood before I drove back to the hotel. That evening I decided to walk to a convenience store and stock up on supplies for the long drive back to Forks. When I came out it was dark. I started walking and was almost home when I heard someone scream. It was loud and pierced the night before it suddenly cut off. I knew something was wrong so I headed down an alleyway where I thought I had heard the sound. I was always told as a child to never go down an alley in the dark, I wish I had listened. When I got far enough down the alleyway I saw where the sound had come from. It was lit by a single streetlight that was close to going out so I couldn't see much, but I saw enough. There was this man who had on some weird mask and a dark outfit with one hand down this woman's shirt and the other tightly wound around her neck. She was struggling against him, trying to wriggle free of his grip but he was too strong for her. Every time she tried to get away he removed his hand and slammed her into the alley wall." I could feel Jake's eyes on me as he began to catch on.

"I didn't know what to do at first, but then I saw that there was a broken baseball bat in a trash can. I picked up the longest end and slammed it onto his head three times. He let go of the woman and cradled his head. She quickly thanked me before taking off down the alley, I was about to follow her when I felt a painful tug on my hair. I cried out in pain and then it was as if the woman and I had just traded places. I screamed and screamed but he put his arm around my neck was cutting me off while the other one started to go down my body. I was kicking and thrashing in his grip and was about to give up hope when the heel of my foot finally found his groin. He doubled over in pain and I started to run, but you know me, I can't even walk straight let alone run. I tripped and busted my lip I was about to get up and start running again but he was there, standing over me. He smiled and then gave me one hard punch across my face and I blacked out." I let out a shaky breath, I had so much more to tell him and already I was losing strength. I didn't dare look at him, I didn't want to know what his expression was.

"When I woke up I had no idea where I was, the only thing I could tell was that I was in a room and on a bed. The room was pitch black and I couldn't see a thing. For a moment I thought the whole thing had been a bad dream, that I was back at the hotel and I was about to return home. But then I heard a door creak open and footsteps coming down what sounded like wooden stairs. They squeaked with every step he took and then he was standing there, in front of me. I could only see the outline of his body in the darkness but it still frightened me. I tried to move my hands and legs but they had been hand cuffed to the bedposts. I heard him laugh as he watched me struggle. It wasn't a good laugh, it was the laugh of a villain, which I guess was appropriate. I was still struggling against the handcuffs when I felt his hands at the hem of my shirt. He pulled it up some and then cut it with a knife, stopping right at my neck. It was a warning, and I got the message. He wanted me to stop struggling. I was frozen in fear as the knife passed in front of my face but when I couldn't see it I started thrashing some more. Next thing I knew there was pain shooting up my arm and blood trickling down but I still kept moving. I felt the knife cut across my inner thigh, and stopped moving. Once I stopped he told me that if I was a good girl he would make it hurt less. But I didn't want it to hurt at all." My voice was shaky and my eyes started to burn. My breathing was un-even and I wanted to leave it there and break down, and Jake knew it.

"Bells, you don't have to." Jacob said.

"No, I need to tell you. I need to tell somebody the truth." I took a deep breath and continued.

"I stayed still as he cut off my jeans followed by my bra. I was crying, I remember that very clearly. I started thrashing again once my bra was off. I didn't want to be seen that way, used that way. He didn't care though. I expected to feel the knife again but was surprised when I didn't feel anything. Then, out of the blue, I felt the sting of a whip cut across my stomach and my lower chest. There were little shards of metal and glass attached to the end of the whip that ripped right through my skin. I remember thinking about the type of person that would make such a horrible thing. After two blows my body was pretty bloody and I was losing energy. I heard the rumple of a shirt on the ground and the zipper of his pants sliding down. I closed my eyes, I didn't want to see, but then it was there in my face." I could feel the tears running down my face and I angrily wiped them away. I didn't want to cry. I didn't want Jake to forgive me out of pity, that is if he would forgive me at all. I was shaking now, I didn't know if it was because of my wet clothes or because of the words that were coming out of my mouth.

"I didn't want to. I really didn't Jake, but he made me. I was so… disgusted. When he pulled out I thought it was over, but I felt him move lower. I was openly sobbing and he kept hitting me and telling me to shut up. He said no one could hear me and even if they did no one would care about a worthless piece of shit like me as he pushed into me and broke through my barrier. It was so painful. He kept hitting me and I could feel him in me, Jake. It was revolting! Finally I passed out. I had never been so happy to black out in my entire life, but then I woke up a few hours later in the same room, with him standing over me. I was in a different position, chained up against a wall. I think he changed me when I passed out. He raped me again and again and every time I would pass out. He never let me see his face and always kept the room dark. The one time he did turn on a dim wall lamp the only thing I could see were his eyes, they were hazel. The only things I can remember about him are his eyes and his voice. He kept me in that room for two years and had his way with me. I was so broken by then that I didn't even bother to struggle, but he didn't like that. He always kept his knife and his whip on this small table by the bed as well as some other items to make me scream when he wanted me to. He had this friend that would come by sometimes and join him but I never saw him. I blacked out every time, no matter what, and every time I woke up I was in a different position. So I used that information to come up with a plan to get out of there and about month after the two year mark I put it into action."

"He usually came in three to five times a day depending on how long I was passed out for. I figured that if I could get it right the first time then I wouldn't have to endure the other times. Unfortunately it took me three tries to get it right but I was finally able to make it through a whole session without passing out, but I acted like I hadn't. I lay still as he thrust into me and tried not to wince as he hit me, but when he finally pulled out I was conscious. He stepped away from the bed and I heard him putting his clothes back on. I felt his hands on my hand cuffs as he released my hands and feet and when I was free I pushed him back and grabbed his knife off of the table and stabbed him as many times as I could, but in the dark I really only managed to get him in the leg. When I thought he wouldn't be able to chase me I ran for it. I ran up the stairs and through what appeared to be a large house, all the time hearing his footsteps coming after me until I finally made it out. The house a few meters away from the street so I ran, devoting all of my concentration towards not tripping. I finally made it to the street and ran into a lady who looked to be in her mid thirties and frantically asked her for help. I was still naked so she was very surprised but as I was explaining the situation I heard two loud shots and felt this intense pain in my back. I fell forward into the lady and heard a few more shots and sirens, but that was all I got before I passed out again." I let out a breath. The worst of it was over. I could feel Jacob shaking violently next to me, but true to his word he didn't say a thing.

"I woke up in the hospital three days later. Apparently the two bullets had barely missed my spinal cord. I had some internal bleeding and suffered from blood loss. They fixed up my multiple cuts in surgery and gave me some cream to help with the scars and the bruising along with some pain medication. The guy, whose name was Ryan had apparently been captured and convicted. He's serving a life sentence in jail for not only my rape but the rape and murder of three other young girls. Apparently he had a habit of killing the girl he had been using and finding another one after so much time had passed. Then they asked me a bunch of questions like what my name was and where I lived. I didn't want anything getting back here to Charlie so I said I was from Arizona, which I guess is partly true. I said I didn't know where my parents were and that there was no one else I could call so they released me and I went back to the hotel. The only thing they needed to know was that I was over 18. The first week on my own was bad, really bad. I felt so ugly. My face was swollen and my hair was matted with the remains of blood. I hurt everywhere. My groin stung even though the rape kit had relatively fixed it up. I was seriously considering just killing myself, but I could never do that to you and to my family. I wanted to go back home, I just wanted to see you again, but I didn't want to return to you broken. I didn't want you to have to fix me up again, it's not your job. You're so much more to me than the guy that just patches me up when I'm broken."

"I didn't want you to see me like that so I decided to fix myself up. I called a cheap therapist and began weekly sessions. I started putting on the scar cream and bruising cream daily. I went back to the doctor to get my stitches taken out and made sure I was healthy. Before long the scars and bruises began to fade, but they are still there. My face returned back to its normal size and Trudy, my therapist, had worked wonders on me. I wasn't completely healed, but it was as close as I could get at the moment, and it was good enough for me to come back and see you. All of that took another two years. When I finally drove back here I was so scared of what you would say. I knew you would hate me for leaving, I hated myself for leaving. I know I shouldn't have left in the first place because if I hadn't, none of that would have happened to me. Even so can you ever forgive me for hurting you so badly?" I finally turned to him. A few tear marks were on his cheeks and he was shaking like crazy.

"Jacob." I said as I touched his hand and gently rubbed circles on the top of it as I had done in the parking lot of Betsy's market. When he stopped shaking he stopped my hand, and for a second I thought he was about to tell me he didn't want me to touch him.

"Jacob, please, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for hurting you. I know you must be disgusted by me right now but please, please just say you'll forgive me. I can't live like this, not seeing you. I don't care if you don't love me anymore, I just need to have you in my life." He pulled my hand into his chest and pulled me closer to him before he wrapped his arms around me. I felt his lips in my hair and relaxed into him. He was so warm and my shaking stopped. We stayed in the same position for a while, holding on to each other and comforting one another. Then Jacob pulled back from our embrace just enough for him to look me in the eye.

"Bella, I'm so sorry that happened to you. I feel like I've been a total ass now." His voice cracked at the end. I could tell he was close to tears.

"You have every right to be angry. I know what happened was bad but it doesn't change the fact that I left you here, that I left every one behind without a word." I stroked his hair and he let out a shaky breath.

"Wow, here I am trying to comfort you and it's you that's comforting me." I smiled and he smiled back.

"Bella, you are so amazing, I hope you know that. You went through all of this shit in the past few years, but you fixed yourself and you came back. You took my animosity and found the strength to tell me what happened. I'm sorry I pushed so hard for an excuse, I didn't know what to expect, but it certainly wasn't that."

"It's fine. I would have been curious too. My therapist, Trudy, told me that if I told someone else close to me I would feel better, I think she was right. I feel like I can breathe a little more, so thank you."

"When you put it that way it makes me seem like less of an ass hole but I still think I was wrong to push you on it. I am happy you feel better though. I'm so proud of you."

"Why? What is there to be proud of? I ran away from my problems, got used by two different men for two years because I couldn't fight one off in an alley, and almost got myself killed. The only decent thing I did was going to see Trudy and that was just for you and Charlie." I didn't understand how Jacob could see me in such a good light after everything I told him. I was so... well for lack of a better word, weak. Or that's what I thought of myself. How could I think of myself any differently when a man just came in and took everything from me. I wasn't strong enough then, and now I'm all used up. Jacob didn't care much for my comment though.

"You're looking at it the wrong way Bella. You say you ran away from you're problems, but you didn't. You ran to confront you're problems, to think about them and make a decision and because of that you're here with me instead of a lifeless corpse, and I can't tell you how happy that makes me. You look at yourself as a weak girl for not being able to fight a rapist in a dark alley, but have you ever thought that you are a hero to that woman you saved. You almost got killed but it was because you made a plan and you escaped, and you fixed yourself up. I don't care if you say it was for me or for Charlie, all I care about is that you had the strength to face those two years you spent with that bastard and started to get past it. You're living your life Bella, and that's why I'm proud of you. Because instead of breaking down and not functioning you are trying, whether for me or for Charlie, you are trying." He always made the best of any situation, always made me feel better.

"Why are you so good to me?" I asked. I didn't see how, he could still see me as he did years ago.

"Because that's what you deserve and what you should always expect." I smiled and looked at him. I wanted to kiss him, but it probably wasn't going to happen. After seeing me so weak he probably would keep his distance. I usually wasn't so touchy with the subject, but it's probably because the only person I ever talked about it with was Trudy. I only cried once through out my two years of seeing her, and that was the first session. But for some reason, telling Jacob opened up the floodgates. It's like picking of a scab and accidentally opening up a cut. It was almost healed but when I opened up that scab all the pain came rushing back to me. To avoid thinking about the past four years I decided to think about the past hour, particularly something Leah said.

"Jake, I know it's not my place to ask this but are you seeing someone?" His eyes snapped to mine and I bit my bottom lip.

"No, not at the moment. I know what you're thinking Bella. I want to be with you too, but it's going to take some time. I've had so much hatred built up inside me for so long, and even though I know it wasn't your fault you were away for such a long time, it's going to be hard to let all of my anger go. We both need to get to know each other again. You've obviously changed, how could you not after going through all of that shit? I want to get the know the new you and you need to get to know the new me before we can be together." I have to admit I was a little disappointed, but I knew he was right. I had changed, and it was becoming more and more clear to me that he had as well.

"I think that would be best." I said, a bit disheartened. Jacob noticed and took my hand in his. I let out a breath and there was a beat of silence.

"Well, I think that's enough of my drama, let's talk about something else?"

"It's not drama Bella. It's your life, and nothing could be more important, so don't sell yourself short. I'd love to talk more with you, unfortunately I have to go get Billy from Sue's. Embry brought him but he said I'd have to pick him up. The party is about to end in a few minutes and I don't want to be late."

"Oh," I said stupidly.

"Yeah I know, but can you meet me tomorrow at our log on First Beach around noon?" I felt my heart flutter in my chest.

"Sure." I said a little too enthusiastically and Jake chuckled.

"I should probably pick up Charlie too, I kind of left him there because Leah made me go home." For a second I wondered if I actually just said that but the look on Jacob's face confirmed it. Shit Bella why did you say that?

"She threw you out of the house?" He asked incredulously.

"Well she told Charlie I was feeling sick after telling me to leave you alone and Charlie got all worried and he wasn't going to let up so I had to go. She didn't actually force me out of the house though." While I didn't like Leah, I didn't want Jake to confront her on her behavior. That wouldn't bode well for him because the rest of the pack didn't know about my situation and they would think he just forgave me with no explanation. It would make life harder for him. Thinking of the pack led me to another thought.

"Jacob, you understand that you can't tell anyone right, not even my dad knows." When he didn't answer right away I started to get scared.

"Bella I think you should tell Charlie, he's your father. I'll even go with you so you won't be alone."

"No, I can't tell him yet. I just need a little more time. I don't want to disappoint him."

"You could never disappoint Charlie, he loves you no matter what."

"But everything is going so well now, we're talking again and we're both happy and if I bring it up it will ruin every thing. He won't look at me the same way, no one will."

"I look at you the same way and you just told me." He was right. He looked at me just as he had before I left and before any of this shit ever happened. But he was Jacob, that didn't mean I wouldn't be treated differently once everyone knew.

"Look Jacob I'm just not ready to tell him yet. I'm not going to tell Charlie or anyone else until I feel that they can take it and I can take it. So please just keep it between us. Don't let it slip up when you're phased, just keep it to yourself." I was practically begging him at this point. He was thinking quite a bit in the minutes that followed, and I could tell because his eyebrows scrunched together the way they always did when he was in deep thought.

"Alright, you win. I won't tell anyone. I already pushed you to tell me, I think that's enough of my pushing you into uncomfortable situations. It's your decision because it happened to you and I'll respect that. I'll do my very best to keep it out of my mind. But I want you to remember that no one is going to think any less of you because of what happened to you. I sure don't. If you wait too long to tell everyone because you're scared, they might be hurt that you didn't trust them enough to tell them right away and let them help you. I'm glad that you've let me in, and I will always be there to help you. Whether it's dealing with bad dreams or if you're just lonely, I want you to call me." In all honesty I was taken aback. The man that sat before me was just that, a man. How did that happen? He spoke clearly, like he knew exactly what he was going to say, he conveyed his statement with the right amount of emotion, and he always kept his tone soft yet stern. He had matured more than I had originally thought. Once again the urge to kiss him coursed through my body, but I held it down.

"Thank you Jacob. I promise I will tell them. Just not yet." He looked at me for a long moment and then got up. Once I was off the bench we made the way to my car, out hands still intertwined. He helped me into my car and then there was a long awkward silence.

"So thanks for fixing my tire for me. I know it made your night a little harder but I really appreciate it." He just chuckled and shook his head.

"It's no problem Bella. I couldn't just leave you. I made a promise." He backed away from the car, leaving his comment hanging in the air. He did promise me he would never hurt or leave me. It was right before he phased which I found slightly ironic. After his first slip up he promised me that he would do his best to make good of his promise. I can't believe he still remembers that. I thought to myself as I pulled up into Sue's driveway. Jacob had been behind me so he pulled up next to me and we walked in together. No one was in the front room to see us though so we each slipped out the backdoor to get our fathers. This time I went first because Jacob was piling some of Sue's fabulous food onto four plates. When I got to the back yard only Billy, Charlie, Harry, Sue, Leah, and Seth were there. It was pretty late so everyone had gone home.

When Leah saw me she scowled but she quickly fixed her face and said in a sweet voice, "Bella you should be at home in bed. You didn't have to come back if you were sick." It amazed me how well she could switch personalities like that. One minute she was a cold-hearted bitch and the next she was sugar, spice, and everything nice. It was kind of freaky.

"I wanted to get Charlie." I said. I guess he heard his name because he turned around. He was drunk off his ass. It's a good thing I came back. Billy was right next to him, and he too was wasted. Sue seemed to be the only coherent one of their little group. Seth came up behind Charlie and got him off of his plastic chair into a standing position. He was able to hold it for a few seconds before he started to fall over. Luckily Seth caught him again.

"He's had a few drinks," Seth explained, "Him and Billy got into it over who could hold their liquor best, but they both lost, obviously. I'll go get him in the car for you." Seth said as he gathered Charlie into a fireman's lift and proceeded to take him to the truck, smiling at me as he passed. As he left the back yard, Jacob entered with four full plates and the air grew still. Leah was obviously waiting for him to tell me off or say something to me. She was looking at us anxiously like a child waiting for a movie to start, her eyes moving back and forth slowly. Jacob didn't yell at me though. He looked at me and gave me a small, barely noticeable smile and said, "Don't tell me our dad's had a beer drinking contest again?"

"It looks like it. Do they do that often?"

"Pretty much every time we have a party. They both claim that they won at the previous one and say that they want a re-match to show the other which one is a true man." Jacob rolled his eyes at our fathers' behavior. It shouldn't have surprised me to know that Charlie got wasted every time a party was held, but it did. It's just not something you would expect from the Chief of Police. Jacob made his way over to Billy, who was currently babbling on about how he once went up to the top of Mount Rainier. He said it was really cold when he hiked up there last week, claiming that his legs still felt numb from the cold. Then at random he would switch topics. God bless Sue for listening to him and Charlie for that matter. Although I think she was having fun with Charlie. Not to say the Billy isn't fun but it's different with Sue and Charlie. Just, different. Jacob took Billy and got him in the car. He returned and apologized for his behavior, but she just laughed and claimed that Billy and Charlie were very entertaining and went inside to clean up the kitchen. Leah was looking at Jacob with a pointed expression on her face. She wasn't happy that he hadn't chewed me out when he first came in.

"That's it. You're not going to do anything about that?" Leah snarled while jerking her head in my direction.

"Her name is Bella." Jacob growled back.

"Like I give a flying fuck what her name is. Why should I care about the name of a spineless bitch that doesn't know how to make up her mind."

"Leah, watch it. You're on thin ice right now." Jacob was stating to shake, both Leah and I noticed. I didn't want Jake to do something he might regret. I knew Leah could handle herself pretty well but I wasn't sure if she could do very well against Jacob.

"Why should I? Why should I "watch it" almighty Alpha? Let's just break that thin ice I'm on and plunge right in. I don't want her in my house, around my pack brothers, around our families, or around our tribe. All she brings is trouble and heartbreak. Look what she did to you! You were broken Jacob, broken! And now you're just going to forgive her? That's complete bullshit Jake! We don't need a pale faced leech lover!" she yelled as she started shaking as well.

"Bella, leave, right now. I promise I won't tell her anything but I need you to take Charlie and leave. I'll see you tomorrow at First Beach." his voice was dark and almost animalistic. I knew not to question him so I quickly made my way through the house and jumped right into the car. On the way home I thought about Jacob. If he and Leah fought, if he had gotten hurt. And if he had gotten hurt then it was all my fault. I was worried about him, but at the same time I knew that he could hold his own. Charlie was babbling the whole way home, but by the time I pulled into the drive way he was out like a light. It was quite comical actually. It's like we reversed roles and he was the drunk teen while I was the one responsible for getting him home safely. I woke Charlie up and he groggily got out of the truck and went to the door. I unlocked it and we both went in. Charlie raced to the bathroom and a few seconds later I heard vomiting noises so I brought him a glass of water. He thanked me and told me I could go to bed. I didn't want to leave him alone but I was very tired and Charlie was a grown man that could handle himself. So after protesting only once I went into my room and went to sleep.

~Redeem~

I was in the lake again, or that's what it felt like at least. I didn't know because my eyes were closed. I tried to open them but I couldn't. Was I blind or had someone glued my eyelids shut? I didn't know. I felt the same stinging pain as I did in every dream I had and finally my eyes opened. The hot and cold were ripping me apart. Both sides kept pulling and pulling at me. I was being torn in half by the two sides. I had to get away. I had to get out. The cold sensed this and tried to consume me but the hot wouldn't have it.

And so they both consumed me. I could feel both sides fighting around me, and while they caused each other pain I was writhing in agony. The two forces, hot and cold, were never meant to be together. If the cold consumed me then I would never again feel the warmth of the heat comforting me, instead it would cause me pain. If the heat consumed me then the cold would bite at my skin. Which one, I had to choose. And only when I chose would the agony stop.

I reached out towards the warmth and the fighting stopped. The water stilled as I reached for the warmth, but just as I was about to reach him, the cold swooped in and caught me. I touched the cold and I was memorized. I was obsessed with it, I needed it. It was like some spell had been laid and I was now tied to this cold figure. The heat was enraged and tried to fight back, but it only stung me. I couldn't be comforted by it's warmth anymore.

The cold sent a wave over me. It was meant to be loving but it was to big, to grand, and I was hit with the cold water. I went under and kept sinking until I hit the bottom. I was drowning, there was nothing I could do. Chains tied me to the bottom of the lake and I felt him over me again. He looked at me with those eyes and I shut mine. Waiting for the inevitable. I couldn't breath and I felt him move down there. He entered me forcefully and I cried. The warmth tried to help me, but it stung. The cold had already taken me, it could do nothing. And by taking me, the cold aided in my death, the cold killed me.

I woke up but I still couldn't breath. I could almost feel the pain in my groin, was I back in the room with him. Did I dream up my escape and talking to Jacob. I heard a figure cross the room and I whimpered.

"Please don't. Please don't hurt me. Please don't kill me, I need to go back. I'll be good but please stop. Please!" I was crying and trying to swat his hands away, but then I felt something warm. It didn't sting me, or hit me, it held me. He held me.

"Bella, it's just me. It's Jacob. Calm down honey it's just me." He sat down on the bed and held me in his arms. He was stroking my hair and rocking back and forth while he was trying to calm me down. After I realized that it was just Jacob I clung to him and tried to calm my erratic heartbeat. I closed my eyes and felt him kiss my forehead.

"I'm sorry Bella. I wish I could go right into whatever prison he's in so I could kill him for doing this to you. But he's not coming back. He's locked up and he's never going to hurt you again." Jacob whispered into my ear. I snuggled into his chest and felt his arms tighten around me as I drifted of into a more peaceful, dreamless sleep.

Okay I think I'll hide out for a day or two and let that one sink in. Some of you are going to kill me. Feel free to unleash your anger. If I get enough complaints I might change it, but this is where I had wanted the story to go. I'm kind of nervous about your reaction but all I can do now is thank you for reading and hope you'll stick around. Coming up is part two which is Jacob telling Bella about his last four years without her. Thanks for reading! :)

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