So thanks again for everyone reading my story. A special shout out goes to Odwala for taking up my bet. Sadly, no one actually got it right. ;D I guess I am just to evil for you to know who it is. Yet. Once again, please R&R.

My body was frozen. I didn't dare move. I tried to block everything out, to ignore him, hoping he would go away; and my eyes never left his. He moved closer to me. My breathing caught and I flinched away from his outstretched hand, which was moving more rapidly and nearer.

"What are you doing here!" I whispered in a clearly terrified tone. Although I tried to stay calm my voice wavered on 'you' and 'here'. He seamed to notice and took joy from my unrest.

"Bella," his husky voice replied. A mocking smile had spread across his lips and as he stepped closer and I once again retreated. "That's no way to treat a guest."

"I know!" I spat back, adrenaline fueling my sudden courage and rage. "If you notice one, why don't you tell me where he is!" I kept on slowly moving away.

"Now, now Bella."

"It's Isabella. Bella is a privilege only used by my friends." I prayed silently he would notice the emphasis I had placed in that sentence. He stepped closer again.

"Isabella" he repeated, now noticeably annoyed. "When did I stop being your friend?"

"You know perfectly well." I would not recall any past events because I know the pleasure he would get from them. He was coming closer. Again. I turned to move into the kitchen, hoping to find a pan or the rolling pin, something to show him he wasn't wanted when his hand caught on my wrist. As soon as he touched me I felt like I had been electrocuted, and sunk to the floor.

He snickered, probably basking in the idea of me being scared. And of him. I tried to pull my arm away from him and almost succeeded; when he grabbed it more forcibly while he was bending down and pulled me close to him. His free hand came up to my shoulder; gripping it so tight I knew there would be bruises, to hold me still. Playtime was officially over.

"Bella," he spat into my face. "I will call you what ever I God damn please!"

I looked away from him. I didn't want to even be near him. After the pain he had caused Edward and I, I just couldn't find a good reason to be his friend. And right now, his actions weren't clearing up any previous problems I had with him.

"Let go of me," I stated simply, looking back.

"Not until you hear what I have to say."

"Let go of me now and I won't tell Charlie. Or worse - Edward."

"You won't do that."

"And why do you think so Jacob?"

"Because if you do, Charlie, Renee and Edward will die."

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My body went rigid for the second time that evening. I looked into the eyes of this cruel monster, wondering where my personal sun had gone. And why, he had left. All I could see was an empty cascade, and I knew that I would never find him again.

I had noticed he wasn't himself, when he made me choose between himself and Edward. There was no competition in the matter, but he pressured me and pressured me with suicide threats that I had no choice but to spend some time with him. And that broke Edwards heart – it was something I would never forget in my entire existence.

"Bella" he said, pulling me closer to him yet again, whispering in my ear. "You know we were made for each other."

"No Jacob. We weren't. You were meant to be my friend. And you destroyed that."

He slapped me.

"No – your reeking bloodsucker did when he came back. We were perfectly happy-"

"Jacob! Just stop! What the hell do you want?"

"You."

"Jacob your insane. You know I'm with Edward. And were getting married. In two months. Get it through your thick head. I am marrying him. I LOVE EDWARD!"

"Silly Bella," he said shaking his head. "No you don't.

"Yes Jacob. I love him. Not you."

"Maybe, but you will change your mind in time."

"No I won't. Because I will be with him for the rest of eternity! Don't think time will change that!"

"It will. And you will not be with him."

He let go of me and started to pace out of the kitchen. I slowly sat up, and silently grabbed the fry pan. I could mean business too. I raised my arm, about to strike him when he once again span around. He knocked the pan out of my hand and grabbed me by the neck and pushed my head down to the floor. Painfully, my temple clipped the side of the cupboard. I winced in pain but I would not show him it.

I laid where I was. He could stand there for all I cared; I would no longer acknowledge him. Suddenly I felt his hot breath near my face as he said, "You will be with me. And if you refuse, they will die."

I had to turn and face him. I could feel though, as I did my warm blood run down my face. "No."

"Then you will be with me."

"I can't. I love Edward and I am marrying him." It seemed to me this discussion was about to repeat itself.

"You will meet me in La push in one week. You will be my girlfriend. And you will-" he paused to make his voice more threatening. "You will have broken up with Edward."

My mouth was dry. I couldn't seem to form any words for a reply. I couldn't do that to Edward. He was my heart and soul. If I left him I wouldn't be whole again. And I don't think I would recover from such a hole.

"I cant do that to him" I whispered. My voice was hardly audible.

"You can. And you will."

Jacob then got up and left. I laid where I was for what seemed like hours, until I knew it was time I cleaned myself up. I made my way up to the bathroom and run a shower. I got in and scrubbed the blood off from on me, and examined my wrist and shoulder – seeing the now purple blotches appearing on my skin.

I was certain Edward would see them; I couldn't hide this from him. But I had to. I would tell him I fell down the stairs and landed on my wrist and clipped my head. But I would not show him the finger marks on my shoulder. I couldn't let him in and see my pain. To break up with Edward was unimaginable. But I had to. Charlie, Renee and Edward needed to be protected.

My temple was still bleeding freely. As soon as I was out of the shower and was dressed, I would call Edward, and ask for Carlisle to see me. All I had to do was keep up and seemingly impossible façade like there was nothing wrong.

This next week would be the hardest week of my life.

So there it is. Did any of you guess it right? I'm hoping you all like the turn of my story. Let me know if you do or don't. So were getting into the good bits now. YAY. Please R&R.

Love you all,

E-dog.