Chapter 3: Jacob
I must have been crying really loud because soon I felt a warm body standing over me. I knew immediately it was Jake; only a werewolf could have a body temperature that high. Oh and I forgot to tell you, my best friend's a werewolf. Nothing surprises me now with a vampire ex-boyfriend and a werewolf best friend; I've basically seen everything.
"Bella, are you alright?" He sounded extremely worried.
I tried to get myself together but it was no use. I couldn't stop crying; tears flowed from my eyes like a waterfall. Jake stood over me afraid to do anything, waiting for me to stop crying and to answer his question.
Finally my tears dried up and no more could come out. I didn't know what time it was it felt like I had been sitting there for hours, unable to communicate or do anything. I tried to stand but my knees were still weak and I fell back down instantly. Jake suddenly came out of his daze that he had been in while he waited for me, saw my struggle and immediately put out his hand to help me up. I began to walk inside, now feeling uncomfortable on the porch. The note was still held securely in my hand and I walked in the house with Jake supporting me.
Once we were inside we both went into the lounge room in silence. I sat on the lounge in front of the TV and Jake sat on the chair next to it. The silence seemed like it went on forever, like that moment was never going to end. Both of us were to afraid to say anything or do anything. Jake hadn't seen me cry like that since Edward first left a year ago.
Finally the silence was too much for me. It was so tense it was killing me. We had been engulfed in silence that was not to be broken. I needed to say something, anything.
"Sorry about that Jake", I whispered not sure whether I could speak any louder without my voice breaking.
"Bella, what happened? I haven't seen you like this since, He left" I could hear the disgust in his voice. He didn't even try to hide it like he would when Edward was there. He thought I hated Edward because he had left me so broken but I couldn't hate someone I loved so dearly. How could you hate someone when you knew that deep down you would trade anything in the world just to get them back?
"I got a note, Jake" I said finally answering his question. Jacob looked confused, probably wondering how a note could make me break down like I had just a few minutes ago.
"What kind of a note?" he asked. I reached out and placed the note in his hands, which had up until now still been locked in my hands. I wasn't able to read it out to him or even look at it at fear of breaking down again.
He quickly read it and immediately knew what it meant.