Chapter 3: Chapter 3
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Chapter 3: Chapter 3
Do you want to be human?
Last time:
"Oh Jake," she began, "I gave you something that you always wanted."
He gave her a puzzled look.
"You're completely human," she whispered.
"What?" he felt the blood drain from his cheeks.
"You're all human," she repeated.
"That can't be," his heart elevated. His breath hitched.
She sighed. "But it can. It's kind of my gift," she said sarcastically.
No. No. No. No. No, his mind repeated over and over again.
But he knew deep down it was true.
He was weak.
Breakable.
Completely Human.
"You're lying," his voice trembled. "Tell me you're lying.
She shook her head, looking ashamed. "I kind of wish I was, now. But no, I'm not lying. If I was, you would have already torn those chains like twigs and ripped me apart before I even had a chance to say 'hello Jake, I've missed you.'"
She watched as he groaned and muttered obscenities.
"Come on Jake, please calm down."
He growled.
"CALM DOWN? You want me to CALM THE FUCK DOWN? THERE IS NO FUCKING CALMING DOWN!" he yelled.
He didn't know if he was angry with her or afraid, yet his heart thumped so rapidly against his ears he knew it was more of the latter.
"How the hell do you want me to relax? You had no right Bella…no right to have steal this from me."
More guilt seeped into Bella's chest but she was determined to prove to herself that she did the only thing she could do. "But you always said you wanted to be normal," she reminded him. "I can remember it as clear as day. You wanted to be normal and you wanted to be with me."
"Well things change," he hissed. "I want my abilities back and I want you the hell—" but he couldn't finish the sentence before she silenced him by brushing her hand very carefully against his face.
He gasped when he felt her other hand on his chest and couldn't think as her fingertips glided over dips of his chest and torso.
When she pressed her cheek to his exposed chest and breathed against him he felt his eyes roll into his head, it felt so divine to be touched by her, especially when she had never touched him like this before.
"I missed your heartbeat, your warmth," she admitted, a little too freely with a carefree smile. "You were always were so warm. I missed you, so much, Jacob. I needed you so much you have no idea," she smiled.
Her words broke his trance and he tried to wiggle out of her grasp.
"Get your filthy hands off me," he demanded, but it wasn't very convincing.
Nonetheless, she did what he asked and sat up pulling away from him. His body whimpered at the lost of her touch, but there were more important things to address at the moment.
"Now tell me why you're here?" he uttered.
She didn't speak, instead she observed him, her face glowed under the tiny lamp that lit the room, and he couldn't believe it was really her.
He had pictures and even videos of her from when they were young but nothing compared to having her in person, except now she was a bloodsucker and he was chained up on the floor of his own basement.
"Bella, why did you come back?" he asked again as though he were talking to a small child.
She shrugged. "I was ready to come home," she answered truthfully. "I wanted to see my friend."
That wasn't the answer he wanted to hear.
"There is nothing for you here, everyone that cared for you are dead," he spat trying to pour as much hatred in his words.
She glared at him with defiance in her stare.
"You're lying," she answered. "You're still around. My. One. Last. Friend."
His insides roared again.
"I'm not your friend!" he yelled. "And where the hell are all your friends? Where are those Cullens you love so much that you were willing to sacrifice everything for?"
Bella took a deep breath that stung in her chest.
"I don't want to talk about them," she pleaded with her eyes.
But Jacob persisted.
"What? Did they abandon you? After everything he went through, he left you. That's rich!" he laughed.
Before he knew it she slammed him into against a stonewall, the fact that she hadn't broken bones was a miracle.
Her eyes were pitch-black. Her teeth appeared menacing and sharp as she spoke. "Don't mock me…human."
She slammed him again and he couldn't help but groan from the sharp pains in his flesh.
His body began to bruise and she could smell it.
"Oh God," she sounded mortified.
She returned him gently onto the floor. She needed to breathe and relax before this got out of control. She didn't want to hurt him. Above all else she needed him alive.
She took several breaths, telling herself everything was going to be okay when she heard a pained laugh.
"What can't handle that you were wrong? That it was a mistake."
This is not how it was meant to be, she thought.
That's when he saw her cover her face as though covering tears that would never come. He felt like a douche bag for making her cry.
"Bella, I'm…"
But it was too late. She ran out outside, leaving him behind in the poorly lit room.
A/N: So what do you guys think happened to the Cullens?