Authors note……………………………………………………………um idk I just use these things to fill up space…………anyways just read and review love you all (= I'm entering a contest for writing, ho thinks I might win? MEE!!!! Lol…not really there's so many awesome people out there I have no idea what will happen, I'll try though, I really will…wow, see how much space I just took up talking about unrelated stuff? Lol told you these things fill up the gap (=

(Bella's POV)

I felt so saddened that my horrid decisions had some how effected so many loved ones. I wished I could somehow go back in time and tell myself what a dummy I was, or at least be able to fix my wrong doings. Though, since I knew this was unfortunately virtually impossible, I decided the best I could do was just apologize….so I did.

"Um…can I see Jake?" I asked the police officer as he sipped his coffee.

"Are you sure…he's dangerous." The man answered…..What the fuck? Jake wasn't dangerous, he couldn't hurt a fly.

"He's one to pick a fight." The man answered as he read the newspaper.

"Um…fight picker? You must have something wrong." I said as I went into the back room where the prisoners were kept…I never thought I'd be looking for my best friend in here.

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"JACOB!!!!!!" I yelled when I saw him sitting on one of the metal benches next to some gigantic dude with a tattoo the size of my head.

"Bella…what are you doing here?" He asked, coming closer to me….as he came into view I noticed he had a purplish black ring around his left eye…he had a black eye? Did he get into a fight?

"Jake, are you ok? What happened to your eye?" I asked nervously, trying to touch him through the thick medal bars.

"Oh….I'm fine….it's nothing." He mumbled, trying to cover it with his hand.

"What happened? How'd you get in here?" I asked changing the subject.

He didn't speak…just muttered something about blood. Wait blood? My blood? Maybe I could fix this.

I left Jake and quickly ran back to the front desk. "Um…..excuse me, but Jake didn't kill anyone, I can explain the blood!!!" I half yelled.

"Oh...really?" He asked, not believing me.

"Yah…" and so not only did I tell Mike everything, but also the cop…luckily enough he believed my story, was able to follow back from hospital records, and my dearest friend was released from the toxic capsulation of prison.

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(Later at Jake's house)

"I'm so tired." Jake moaned, practically collapsing onto the couch.

"I'm so, so, sorry I got you into this mess." I sighed weakly, getting closer to him to get a closer look at his blackened eye.

"It's not your fault." He answered, his voice softly muffled by a throw pillow.

"Yes it is, it's my fault you ended up in jail, and it's my fault you have a black eye."

"Actually that one was my fault…" He sighed, rubbing it gently with his thumb.

"How did it happen?" I asked again, he seemed to be avoiding the subject.

"There are big people in jail Bells, big mean people." Was all he said before he started to drift off to sleep……..

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The next morning I woke up to snoring like a chainsaw….that needed to be fixed…I wondered how his father could possibly deal with that…speaking of fathers, I wondered how mine was doing in the hospital……I should probably go visit him later.

"Uhhh", I moaned, stretching and looking up at the time…it was almost ten am…where had the time gone?

I usually never even slept half this late…I guess it had just been a long night. Remembering past events I looked down at myself…..I really needed another shower, I thought as I stumbled my way into Jake's bathroom.

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When I got out almost twenty minutes later Jake was still sound asleep, spread over his too small couch. I thought it best to leave him alone….he looked way to cute and innocent to be disturbed anyway.

(Jake's POV)

I opened my eyes and was awoken to the smell of pancakes….what the hell happened last night? I thought, as I sleepily made my way into the kitchen.

"Hey look who's finally awake." Bella smiled…wait smiled? What the fuck did happen last night?

"You…cooked?" I asked, sitting down. As I did I felt a sharp pain in my stomach…everything of the earlier day was a complete blur, but when I felt the pain it all came flooding back. I lifted my tee shirt up to find a huge bruise on my middle….I had been beaten up, and in jail.

"What's wrong?" Bella asked, as she placed a few pancakes on the table.

"Um…nothing." I said, pulling my shirt back down, I didn't want to worry her.

"Jake, you got hurt, didn't you?" She asked as she tried to pull on my shirt, in order to see.

"I said it was nothing, can you just leave me alone, I've gotta get changed." I said hurrying into my room and shutting the door behind me.

Authors note: Jake's outta jail, Bella's cooking again, and I brought my Taylor Lautner rolling stones magazine, you guys have to get one, it's Taylor, in the ocean, on a motorcycle, playing football…multi talented or what?