Chapter 18

Obviously I'm not Stephenie Meyer. All things in the Twilight Universe still belong to her and I'm stuck here, smacking my head, wondering, "Why didn't I think of that?" Ha, ha, but in all seriousness no infringement is intended on my part.

By now you all have come to the same conclusion as me…. Jacob needs to die. Unfortunately I haven't written that part of the story yet. Here's your chance to get your revenge. I'm so open to suggestions on this. The one(s) who will kill him will be: 1. Edward. 2. Bella. 3. The Pack. As for the how, I'd love to hear your ideas.

Happy Reading.

Rape trigger warning for this chapter!

(There's no actual rape, but still it's close so…)

Before: June 3, 2009

"Thanks a lot, mom. You're always taking Leah's side."

"You know you're not aloud in Leah's room."

"She went in my closet and stole my sweater."

"Now, Bella, she was just borrowing it."

"If you don't ask permission it's called stealing, mother."

"Don't you take that tone with me, young lady."

"Errr," I growled. "You know what, never mind. I can see that she's your favorite. Why wouldn't she be. She's 100% red blooded Quileute and I'm just one of your mutt children."

"Bella!"

"No, mom. You know it's true. Seth and I are just nobodies in this family, or in this tribe."

"Young lady, you are in serious danger of loosing privileges."

"What privileges would that be? The privilege of living here in this crowded house, stuffed in a bedroom with my little brother, because my sister won't share her room? I'm only a year and a half younger than her. I'd like a little privacy too. Or maybe you think it's normal for Seth and I to see each others goodies on a regular basis!"

"Bella! That's enough!"

"You're right," I agreed with her in a deadly calm voice. "It is enough. I've had enough of living like this. I've had enough of you and Leah. Dad and Seth are my only family now.

"Bella, get back here!" I heard her scream from the front porch as I took off into the forest.

Of course I was crying having no idea what to do about any of this. I knew my father would come looking for me after he got off work and I'd eventually have to go home.

I ran to my favorite place. A little secluded spot along the beach with a large driftwood log. I liked to come here to think.

I sat there looking out on the ocean, imagining what it would be like to get into a canoe and drift away from all my problems. I pictured myself finding a deserted island in the Pacific were I'd find my soul mate. We'd live there forever shutting out the rest of the cruel world.

I sat there for hours, knowing this was the first place my father would come looking for me. I knew as long as he found me where he expected me to be I wouldn't be in trouble when he got home. I thanked God for him. My daddy was my rock. I hated it when he had to work weekends.

I hadn't eaten all day and my stomach was growling and I could feel myself getting tired. I contemplated curling up on the sand to take a nap.

Just as I felt myself drifting, a hot set of hands grabbed me from behind. One going around my waist and one over my mouth, preventing me from screaming.

"Finally, I got you." I heard a familiar voice growl as I was dragged into the woods.

I struggled to no avail as his one hand began to grope my breasts while his other hand was still holding back my screams.

"Don't be this way, baby. We both know what a little slut you are. I'm going to fuck you so hard. I'm going to fuck you in every tight little hole you have. You'll be begging me for it after today. You're going to be my own little whore.

I bit down on his hand. He laughed. "You can't hurt me, baby. I like it when you bite me." He bit me on the shoulder, ripping the front of my shirt, exposing one bra cup.

"God your tits are so fucking beautiful. I can't wait to bite those pretty little nipples."

I could only whimper in pain, as he reached his hand inside my bra and pinch my nipple hard.

He spun me around roughly, slapping me hard across the face. I stumbled to the ground, crying out, as I fell on my ass. I looked up in horror at the hulking form of Jacob Black no shoes and shirtless, clad only in a ripped pair of jeans.

"You'd better shut your fucking mouth. I'm going to fuck you and you're going to like it. And from here on out I'm going to fuck you anytime I like because you're mine."

"No!" I sobbed.

"Shut up and take your fucking cloths off!"

I shook my head so Jacob kicked me in the side.

"Do it bitch!" he yelled as he began unbuckling his belt.

"No!" I cried out.

He only smirked moving towards me as he unzipped his jeans.

"I'm gonna shove my dick so far down your throat. That will teach you to be quite when I tell you to."

I began to hyperventilate as he got closer. My skin was flushed. I was burning up. I open my mouth to scream but nothing came out.

"Kneel, bitch," he commands pointing at his feet as he exposes his dick.

I struggle to get up, to run, but he's to fast and grabs me around the waist again. He spins me in his arms, ripping my shirt and bra from my torso.

"Beautiful," he growls as he drags me farther into the woods.

He pushes me up against a tree, crushing his naked chest against mine, grinding his dick against my leg. Forcefully he takes my hand and places it on his hardened length. I want to vomit.

"See how fucking hard you make me. I know you want me. I can smell your arousal. I bet your pussy is soaking wet for me."

I begin to cry, because I realize he's right. My traitor body, as much as it sickens me, is responding to his touch.

"No! I've never done this before! Please don't hurt me," I'm begging him.

He only roars. The sound is like a wild animal's.

"Yes, thank you. You're sweet little pussy's never been touched. It's gonna hurt when I pop that little cherry. I'm so fucking turned on now. I think I'll fuck that sweet little pussy first then let you taste yourself on my dick as I fuck your mouth."

"No, no, no," I cry, as he lowers his lips to mine, shoving his tongue down my throat.

"Don't worry, my little slut. I'm going to keep fucking you until you come," he whispers against my mouth.

All I can hear after that is myself screaming inside my own head. I'm terrified, shaking as he gropes my ass, his tongue still assaulting my mouth, his cock grinding on my hand.

He grabs for the button on my jeans, unbuttoning it and unzipping my jeans. I begin to shake uncontrollably. I hear a gurgling deep inside my chest. I'm sweating. I'm chilled. I'm burning up. There's a sort of frenzy happening inside my body starting in my brain, making me feel like a lunatic. There's a strange soaring feeling through my veins. I want to sink my teeth in him in anger and in lust. I want him to fuck me. I want him to stop. I want to tear the flesh from his bones and eat it.

I can feel the hairs all over my body prick out of my skin like a porcupine. My fingertips burn as my nails shoot out, plunging into Jacob's balls. He squeals like a cat in heat. My face is on fire as my teeth stretch out, my nose follows then blackens at the tip. I sink my teeth into his throat.

"Get off me, bitch!" he yells, as he shoves me away.

I cringe back in shock as I see his body morphed into a giant russet wolf. He glares at me with blackened eyes. He pulls back headed deeper into the forest, leaving me there in this strange new agony.

After: October 15, 2010

I'm currently leaning over the porch railing. There's not a single ounce of food left in my stomach. I've had enough of this for ten lifetimes during my pregnancy. Puking like this now is only serving to farther enrage me.

"I'm sorry, Sweet Girl. It was stupid of us not to pre-watch that video. We should have known it would be something like this."

"Don't apologize for what those monsters did to my sister. The Cullens are not anything like those…b bastards. And how could any of you have known the degree of evil the Volturi were capable of when all of you are so kind, so inherently good. How would anything that disgusting even breech your minds?

"Bella, you're shaking. Let me hold you."

"Give me a minute to calm down first, Edward," I'm seething, ready to pounce, only the object of my ire is no were in my reach and I don't want to take it out on my darling husband.

He settles for rubbing soothing circles on my back.

"I'm not going to rest until all of them are a smoking pile of ashes."

"I'm with you, Bella. I know how you feel."

I'm turning to glare at him. "You know how I feel?" I'm asking incredulously. My anger towards Edward is irrational, I know, but my mind keeps flashing back to the day Jacob tried to rape me. I know, if only in a small degree, what my sister went through. "How in the hell, could you know how I feel? Has anyone ever forced you to have sex with them?"

"Oh god, Bella! I didn't realize you still felt that way. I thought we were past that. I thought you enjoyed our first time together." He's pulling me into his arms. "I'm so sorry. God, please forgive me."

"Whoa!" I'm pushing him back, staring at him. The pain on his face makes me want to cry, squelching my anger. I shake my head.

"No, Edward," I'm whispering as my eyes prick. I've realized my mistake. I've never intended to tell him of my attack. I've never intended to tell anyone. But I have to fix this. I can't let him think that I thought our lovemaking was anything other than wonderful.

"I need to clean up, but is there someplace we can go afterwards to talk?"

"Never mind that. I know just that place." A smile is breaking out on his face. "You can clean up when we get there."

Okay, I hope I didn't freak anyone out. I know I can feel my adrenaline pumping. Revenge will definitely be sweet. Until next time…