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Chapter 2: Reliving the Truth

I quickly pulled away, taking a step back. I didn't know what was going on, or why I had allowed myself for that to happen. I wasn't ready for this step. "Bella…I" he brought me back to reality. Running up the stairs, I slammed my door shut and locked it. With tears in my eyes, I collapsed on my bed and hid under the covers. "Bells I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. I thought that-"

"You're damn right you shouldn't have done it! Please just leave." I told him.

"At least come eat dinner with us. Billy wants to see you."

"I'm not hungry. Please just leave me alone Jake."

"I'm not going anywhere Bells." I barely heard him through the locked door. What am I supposed to do now? Totally keep him out of my life? Or tell him the truth? Would he even want to know what the truth really is? There was no denying that I did not want Jake in my life, he was important to me. But how long will it be before my body allows it? I did the only thing I could do, which was cry. Who knew the first day of my new life could be so horrible? Hours later, I grab my bag of toiletries, some clothes, and head for the bathroom for a nice relaxing shower. As much to my surprise, I find Jake sitting outside my door.

"Jake you scared the shit out of me. What are you still doing here?"

"I wasn't going to leave until we talked and I apologized." He looked up into my eyes, and they were puffy, almost as if he had been crying too. I sat down next to him and took his hand in mine.

"I should be the one apologizing. I shouldn't have snapped at you like I did. It's just that, I have trouble with people being close to me."

"You are my best friend Bella. Even though you haven't been here, you still are. I've missed you so much. I have thought about you everyday. I won't let anything hurt you."

"I know." I whispered as I felt the tears coming again. He wiped them away with his free hand and kissed my forehead.

"I don't like to see you like this. Please tell me."

"I'm afraid that you will laugh at me, or never want to see me again."

"I would never do that. I'm here."

"You have to promise me that you won't tell anybody. No matter how bad you think it might be. It has happened, and it's done."

"Promise." He pinky promised me.

"About a year ago, I had a boyfriend. His name was Ryan. We dated for a while, and it was getting pretty serious. One night he told me he loved me. I thought I was on cloud nine. I told him that I loved him too, and we started kissing. It started to go where I didn't want it to. I loved him, but I wasn't ready. I tried to get him to him but he wouldn't. He was too strong for me to push off, and nobody was around so I couldn't scream. He said that he wanted me and he couldn't wait any longer. I was so scared Jake. I didn't know what to do. He started ripping my clothes off and he pulled down his pants. I was kicking and screaming trying to get away, but no such luck. He beat me until I was too weak to fight back anymore." I pulled up my shirt to show him the scars on my stomach. "I must have passed out because the next thing I remember is waking up and seeing blood all over the place. I ran to the shower and cleaned myself for two hours. I still felt dirty and I knew that feeling probably won't go away. Till this day I haven't mentioned it to anybody, and I want it to stay that way."

"It will Bells. I promised you. I wish you would have told somebody though. They could have caught that son of a bitch." I took my free hand to cup his cheek.

"Jake, it happened. It's over. You're here with me now. That's all that matters." I whispered to him.

"Yeah."

"Let me go take a shower. Will you stay with me tonight?"I asked.

"Of course. I'll be waiting in your room." I kissed his hand, and then let it go. The shower gave me a lot of thinking time. I knew telling Jake was probably for the best. I could trust him. After telling him, I felt like a weight was lifted off my shoulders for a reason. I had a feeling that me and Jake will become real close, and that he was the reason for the smile on my face. Once I got out of the shower, I got dressed, brushed out my hair, and brushed my teeth. Then I headed back to my room. Jake was lying on my bed on top of the covers. He patted the space beside him and I crawled in. Neither of us spoke. He played with my hair which made me drift off to sleep. Right before I dozed off, I could have swore I heard him whisper. "I love you."