Disclaimer-Don't own the Twilight series. This chapter contains sex.

A/N- Thanks for all the reviews everyone. This chapter has the break up and other stuff so please enjoy.

"Jake pick up the phone," Edward said aloud as he sat in New York City traffic. Since the incident with Bella yesterday, he hadn't said one word to her. Most of the time he was locked in his office, now he was on his way to do a photo shoot for a magazine. He wanted desperately to talk to the teen, but Jacob wasn't answering his phone. A beeping signal told him he had another call. Switching over he saw that it was Carlisle. "Hello."

"Son, how are you," the doctor said as he sat in his own office looking at the photographs of his children. In his middle forties, Carlisle still had the appearance of someone in their twenties. Smiling to himself, he called up his first child, because it had been months since the two had seen each other. He hated sometimes coming home to an empty house without the noise of five children.

"Fine Dad, it's good that you called. I have to tell you something."

"What?"

"Bella and I are getting a divorce," Edward said in a monotone voice.

Closing his eyes, Carlisle took a big breath. He loved Bella like his own daughter, but he knew that the two entered a relationship at too young of an age. He had been supportive when the two were going out, but he knew this day would come. "What has she said about it?"

"Nothing, I haven't told her."

"Edward!"

"Dad, I already have the papers in the process; it might take a few weeks, but I don't care. I could care less about how she feels." Hearing another beeping sound he saw that it was Jacob. "I'll tell you more later, I have another incoming call."

"Of course bye."

Clicking over Edward felt relived. "Hi, I've tried calling you multiple times before," he said.

"Sorry about that I've been packing to move into my new apartment." In the background Elijah was running around banging a wooden spoon against a pot. He was playing his happy song about how they would move and get away from Damian. "Stop it," Jake said scolding the child.

"No." Elijah played harder until his daddy snatched the spoon away. "Want back," he cried.

"No, go sit down. Sorry about that," he said getting back on the phone with Edward.

"Who is there with you?" Edward asked.

Jake contemplated about telling Edward about Elijah, but decided against it. Other than some of his friends, family, and neighbors, no one else knew he had Elijah. Not coworkers or his boss. Damian didn't know about his son for the longest time, until he came over and saw him. "I'm babysitting for a friend."

"Oh, that's cool. Anyway I'm trying to get back to L.A. sometime next week, if you want to have dinner together or go out to a movie."

"Really you're a celebrity, can you just go out to a movie?" Jacob asked sarcastically.

"No, but I do know someone that has a private theater. Where are you moving to?"

"Across town, I found a better apartment to live in," he lied. The new apartment was in a gang infested area, but cost a hell of a lot more to live in. In the background, Elijah started to sing really loudly. "Hold on. What did I tell you about being quiet?" He asked the child. "Be quiet or you're going to be spanked."

"NO!" Elijah screamed as he started to run around. Frustrated with his son's behavior, Jake grabbed the child and gave him three smacks on the butt. Tearing up, Elijah started to cry. "I'm sorry," he said as he covered his face with his hands.

Picking up his son, Jake rubbed his back until Elijah put his thumb in his mouth. Getting back on the phone, Jake sighed to himself. "Sorry about that," he told Edward as he rocked Elijah.

Edward smiled to himself. "No problem, I've been a babysitter many times. Can I say hi to the little guy?"

Jake heisted for a second, he didn't know how to reply. He didn't want Edward to know that he had a child. Looking at his son, Elijah had closed his eyes and kept sucking his thumb. "He just calmed down and is ready for a nap." Jake kissed the top of his head.

"That's okay, maybe I get to meet him one day."

"Maybe. How is New York?"

Now it was Edward's time to hesitate. "Well I just got in yesterday, so it's been boring." He held off telling Jake about the crazy fan girl. "Later tonight I have to meet with a representative from a different record company and then tomorrow it's all day in the studio and a photo shoot. A few more days of work and then I'll be flying to Chicago then hopefully back to L.A. to see you."

Jake bit his lower lip as he face started to get hot. "I have to go now."

"Ok, I'll call you tomorrow when I have time. Tell the kid, I say hi."

"Ok," he said quickly hanging up the phone. Pulling Elijah closer Jacob didn't know how to feel. It wasn't everyday that a celebrity showed interest in him. I shouldn't mess up this opportunity, but he can't find out about Elijah, he thought.

Three days later, Jake finished cleaning his now empty old apartment and got ready to move into his new one. The furniture was already there, all he needed to do was give back his key and he and Elijah would leave forever. Luckily for him, Damian hadn't been around for the past week, so he was hoping that he could get away. Grabbing the last of their things that easily fit in a backpack, Jake and Elijah got ready to leave; as they walked towards the staircase Jake heard a sickening voice.

"Where are you going," said Damian coming up from behind. His eyes were dilated because he just used cocaine. "Tell me bitch were the fuck are you going?"

"None of your damn business," said Jake as he felt Damian's hand on his face. The slap was so hard that it left a mark on his face.

Not saying anything more, Jake grabbed Elijah and tried to run off, but Damian pulled him back. "Don't you dare walk away from me." Slapping Jake again, he hit Elijah as well. "When I ask you a question, I want it answered."

"Fuck you, I'm not dealing with your shit anymore," screamed Jake. That statement earned him a punch in the nose. "I don't care what you do; I'm not going to be with you anymore." This time a kick to his stomach. "Fuck you."

"How dare you break up with me, I'm all you have." In rage, Damian started to fight Jacob who tried to get away, but with barely any luck. By this time, Elijah was on the ground crying. He wanted to help, but Damian had already hurt him. "You're mine you hear me." Jake grabbed Elijah and made it to the stairs, as he started to go down as fast as he could, Damian took off his shoe and threw it at his head, forcing him to loss his balance and fall down the stairs.

Getting up, Jacob didn't care about how much pain he was in, he held Elijah tight and started to run. Growling Damian ran after him and caught him by the shirt. "Let go," said Jake as blood poured from his mouth.

"Why," Damian said slapping him hard. As the two were in the middle of their fight, people walked by without even helping. "Disobeying me like you're something. I own you Jacob Black." With another blow, he pulled Jake and Elijah into an empty alley and started to beat on Jake. Elijah scared that he would suffer the same fate as his father kept quiet and closed his eyes. "Worthless…rotten…piece of shit."

Holding his stomach, Jake tried to protect himself, but it was useless. As the beating continued, nothing entered his mind except for the pain. Damian seeing that his boyfriend had enough spit on him and thought about raping Jake, but he decided against it. "Get up," he yelled.

Pulling himself up, Jake saw that his clothes were soaked in blood. "Sorry."

"You better be, get washed up, I'll be over later," Damian said spitting on Jake and Elijah. "And that kid better not be there."

Inwardly Jake smiled as Damian walked away. There was no chance that he would be at his old apartment. Wiping some of the blood away, he took Elijah by the hand and caught the bus across town. Everyone on the bus stared at him and asked if he was ok, but he only answered that he was jumped, because of a gang initiation, which was common in his area.

Elijah sat quietly as his daddy hissed in pain everytime the bus hit a bump. Even for three, he wanted revenge on Damian. "Daddy, why Dami hurt us?"

Jake opened his eyes, well only the right opened, since the left was closed shut because of the swelling. "I don't know," he whispered. He wanted to give his son a definite answer, but nothing came to him.

After riding the bus for almost 45 minutes, they made it to their new apartment. Going up the outdoor staircase, Jake took them down the hall into their small one bedroom apartment. Looking around there was nothing special about it. It was newly renovated, but it there was barely any space and he would be paying $750 a month, plus utilities.

Closing the door, Jake went into the bathroom and locked the door behind him. Looking at the mirror, an image he didn't like stared back. "You're disgusting," he said to himself as dried blood caked his nose and mouth. "Look at yourself letting that asshole beat you." He coughed a little blood into the sink. "You're worthless."

"Daddy, I got to go potty," whined Elijah from the other side. Taking one last look, he opened the door for the three year old to rush in with his pants around his ankles. Jake helped him on the toilet. As he did his business Elijah could barely look at Jake. "Daddy, I'm a good boy for using potty?"

"Yes of course," he replied taking Elijah to the sink, so he could wash his hands. Once he was done, he fixed up the toddler's clothes. "Go and play while daddy does something." Elijah nodded and ran off. Going into his personal hygiene bag; he pulled out a bottle of pills he got from a coworker. Taking three, the pain he felt started to dissolve. But it wasn't enough, taking two more he started to laugh as his body became numb.

Elsewhere back in New York, Edward pushed his back against a tree in Central Park as a photographer took pictures of him. This was his second photo shoot in the time he had been in New York. In two hours, he would be in a flight heading towards Chicago, where he would spend three days, then back to Los Angeles. As he did the poses the photographer told him he noticed in the corner of his eye, Bella walking towards his agent.

"Edward let's take a break," said the photographer.

"Sure." Scowling he walked towards Bella, at 15 feet away he could smell the clear stench of alcohol. "Bella can we talk?" He asked.

"Yes," she hiccuped taking his hand like she loved him. Around them people awed at the sight, but only if they knew the truth. Walking down one of the paths, Bella squeezed his hand tighter.

"Why the fuck did you come?"

"Can't I take my husband out for some lunch before you leave for Chicago? I was thinking about going to the Central Park Boathouse Café. Remember that's the first place we ate at when we first came to New York?" She said innocently.

"Yes I do remember, but I rather not eat there with you. Now if you will excuse me I need to get back to work. I have to support your liquor habit somehow."

"I don't have a problem," she growled snatching away her hand. "I'm trying to fix things between us. At least you could try."

"I rather not. There is no more love between us, so there is no point in trying to fix things." Walking away, he headed back towards the photo shoot with her following slowly behind.

In her mind, she hated what Edward had become; she didn't know what caused his changes lately, but she didn't like it. Pulling a bottle out of her purse, she drank gin from a water bottle. Drinking the entire thing, she stalked Edward for the entire photo shoot, remaining silent in the background. Edward tried to keep his eyes off her, but sometimes it was too difficult.

Once the shoot was done, Edward had no choice but to ride in the same car with Bella to the airport. Sitting in the backseat, Bella pushed her hand into his pants. "Stop it," he hissed at her. Not wanting to catch the driver's attention, he tried to pull away her hand. "Don't."

"Why, I just want you to feel good." Bending her head, she made small kisses on his neck up to the ear. The retched scent of alcohol filled his nose, as the kisses became more aggressive. "Remember the time when we were almost caught in Charlie's police cruiser?"

"Yes, now please stop." Her hand started to play with his cock. Reaching in himself, he started the pinch her, but it didn't help as she kept masturbating him. "Stop it Bella."

"You love this."

"No I don't," he let out a loud groan as excitement built up in him. The mental image of Jacob came into his mind and gave his enough clarity to resist Bella's advices. "That's enough"

"Why? You liked it."

"No I didn't," he exclaimed. Pushing himself to the far end of the car, he sat quietly until the car pulled in front of the airport. Oscar and his bodyguard was already there waiting for him with his luggage. Without a goodbye, he ran out and got on his plane.

After taking another two pills, Jake licked his dry lips as he stuck out his thumb. Any second now some truck driver would see him and pick him up. His new plan to make money was to make it look like he was a runaway who needed a lift and money to make it in L.A. To make this plan possible, he traveled to the outskirts of the city and positioned himself near a truck stop. For tonight, he had already made $900 from a few caring people, of course just to get that much he had to have sex with them.

Seeing a truck it slowed down and stopped. He opened the door and jumped in. "Thank you, can you give me a ride into the city," he asked innocently."

A burly trucker with a thick beard nodded at him. "What's your name kid?"

"Tyler sir," he replied fidgeting a little to make it look like he was cold.

The man got the point and started to rub his legs. "My name is Bill, so you trying to run away from something?"

"I'm trying to get away from my parents."

"Really, why?"

"They don't understand that I want to be an actor and the only way I can do that is being in Hollywood."

"How old are you kid?"

"16," he lied. He looked extremely young, so nobody called him out on his lie. Sometimes to get more money, he even said that he was 14 or 15. "Still don't have my license, but when I make it, I'll get it."

"I'm sure you'll get it soon," the trucker sneered. He could see right through Jacob and his lies. Many little sluts like him, tried to be sneaky. "I don't give rides for free you know."

"Well I'll pay you back."

"Yes." Bill roughly put his hand down Jacob's tight jeans and squeezed his penis so hard, that Jake yelled in pain. "I know your plan, little slut. You think I can't see what you're trying to do?"

"I'm not doing anything," Jake replied with tears in his eyes, he tried to pull away, but Bill had a hard of a grip on him. "Please let go."

Undoing his pants, Bill pulled Jake down onto his lap. "Now suck it, before I kill you." Crying to himself, Jake did what he was told until the man climaxed in his mouth. "Slut, now get the fuck out of my truck."

"But, can I get something? I need money."

"You want something," Bill questioned. Pulling the truck over, he forced Jacob into the sleeping area, where he stripped him naked. "Tell me are you a virgin?"

"No stop," Jake cried trying to fight the bigger man, but Bill kept a good hold on him. He felt his butt cheeks pulled apart and a fat finger made its way up his rectum. Bill laughed as he watched Jacob squirm when he added two more fingers. He knew he would rip the boy apart when he inserted his penis. Thrashing as much as he could, Jake managed to kick Bill in the testicles which gave him enough time to get his clothes and jump out of the truck naked. As he ran down the road, he wanted to die. Reaching into his bag, he took out three pills and his cell phone. "Please pick up," he said calling the only person he could think of.

"Hello," said the other side.

"Edward," Jake sobbed as he held the phone tight.

In Chicago, Edward had just left a meeting with the person who was responsible for handling his tour. "Jacob what's wrong? Jacob talk to me."

"Where are you?"

"In Chicago, I'll be back in L.A. in two days."

Choking on his sobs, tears wouldn't stop falling; he just wanted someone to be there right now for him. "Sorry to bother you."

"Jacob tell me what's wrong." Edward didn't get an answer, because Jake hung up the phone. "Damn it," he said calling back, but Jacob wouldn't answer. However got his voicemail. "Jacob please pick up or call me back. I want to be there for you, but you need to tell me what's wrong."

Jacob heard the voice message, but he couldn't fulfill Edward's request. Putting his clothes back on, he walked back towards the city. Five miles from it, he got rid of whatever dignity was left and stuck out his thumb. This time a business man in a minivan pulled up. "Thank you; I do a blowjob for $50," he said.

"I'll take that," the man said taking them into a secluded area.

By the end of the night, Jake dragged himself back to his apartment. Going inside he was happy to find Elijah still asleep. Earlier he couldn't find a babysitter and Quil and Embry couldn't help out, so he made the hardest decision of his life and left the baby by himself. To make sure Elijah slept for the entire time, he had the little boy take an extra dose of his allergy medication that made him sleepy. Collapsing on the bed; he cuddled Elijah close to him. "Daddy's sorry," he said as he went into a dreamless sleep.

The next morning, Edward sat a boring meeting over breakfast. He was too worried to listen to multiple people talk about nonsense to him. He tried to call Jacob for hours, but the teen didn't answer, so he decided just to fly back out to L.A. as soon as the meeting was done.

"Why should we do an international tour," said Oscar his agent to one of the coordinators. "He already has enough on his plate with the movie and the new album.

"To get more exposure, yes people in Europe know who he is, but what about in Africa or certain parts of Asia? We need to get him everywhere," the coordinator replied.

Edward rolled his eyes at the conversation. "Look, I'm not ready to do a full length international tour, let's first focus on the album, then do the tour. I will do a United States and Canada tour and for international, only six countries in Europe, one show in Australia and Japan. I don't want to be away to long," he said. Getting up, he headed back up to his hotel room to pack.

When he was done, he called the airport and got a flight, and then he called a taxi. Going downstairs he ran into Oscar. "Where the hell are you going," Oscar asked.

"Back to L.A., I have important business to tend to."

"No, we have work here."

"Well cover for me."

"Edward this is not like you; why in the hell are you going back to L.A.?"

"Business that doesn't involve you," Edward said seeing the cab pulling up. Putting his stuff in the trunk, he got in. "I'll call you later. Driver to O'Hare airport please."

Traffic to the airport was horrible, then being chased through the airport, going through security, getting on a delayed plane; it took about six hours just to get to Los Angeles. Luckily Oscar had arranged someone to pick him up. As the driver hit the freeway, Edward called Jacob who wouldn't answer.

Jake couldn't answer, because he was working at his retail job. He was still exhausted from last night and wanted to go to bed. When he final got on break, he went to the outside and lit up a cigarette. As he smoked it, his phone went off. "Hello."

"Jacob, I finally got in contact with you. I'm back in L.A.," said Edward as he sat in traffic. "What happened? I've been trying to call you for hours."

"Can I come see you?"

"Of course, where are you?"

"At work, but I'm going to get off." At this point, he didn't care that he would be losing hours of pay. "Can you get me from Sub-Urban outfitters on Vine Street?"

"I'm on my way, just stay where you are. I'll call you back in a few minutes ok."

"Sure."

Getting off, Edward had the driver take him to his apartment. Where he got into his own car, putting the destination he wanted in his GPS system, it led him to Jacob's job. By the time he got there it was already the evening time. Taking out his phone, he called Jake to let him know that he was here. In only two minutes, Jake jumped in the car.

Edward noticed his tired appearance and the dark bags under his eyes. "Sorry, I would have been here earlier, but there was traffic."

"No problem thanks for getting me. I hope I didn't pull you away from anything important."

"You didn't. You look like hell did you get any sleep last night?"

"No," Jake scoffed. By the time, he did go to sleep Elijah had woken him up 30 minutes later demanding to be fed and played with. Then like any other day, he had to get him dressed, and take him across town to the babysitter, and then went to work.

"You hungry," Edward asked looking over at Jake. It had only been a week and a half since he saw him last, but Jake had gotten skinner.

"No just tired," he yawned leaning his head back against the seat. In a few seconds he had drifted off to sleep. Edward smiled at the sight.

Pulling into his parking garage, he didn't want to disturb Jacob, so he lifted the teen out and carried him up to his apartment. Laying Jacob on his bed, he gently kissed the teen as he covered him with a blanket.

A/N-Thanks for reading the chapter guys, happy holidays to everyone. I wanted to use this chapter to show how Jacob acts as a parent sometimes.

Next Chapter- Edward finds out about Elijah.