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Chapter 5
JPOV
I couldn't believe I had crashed my car. I had built that car all the way from the bottom up, but fucking Alice couldn't stop being such an annoying bitch and I fucking crashed. My. Car. To go with the shitty theme this night has had, we get whisked away to Dracula's lair. Who the fuck would live here? Why would they make such a creepy place into a Bed and Breakfast? He better not expect any payment. Ha, I should be paid to sleep in a horrifying place such as this. Jason and Grant would probably have a field day ghost hunting in this joint.
The place, though, was nothing compared to its owner. Edward, I thought. There were so many things wrong with that guy I couldn't even start to mention them. Well, for starters, his name. He couldn't be any more than 5 or 6 years older than us, yet he's got some old fashioned name, like he belongs in the time that this house was first built. Second, where does he get off looking at my girl like that? More importantly, what's it about him that makes Bella look at him in a way she's never looked at me before? Fucking tease. I fathomed when I was younger that I should give her time; she was young and maybe she wasn't ready. She's 18 now, and every other chick is ready to sleep with me, so why not my girlfriend? It's like, come on! Give it up already! Yes, everybody knows you're some goody two shoes prude bitch, but papa wants some lovin'. I paused, and shook my head. Ugh, I gotta stop hanging out with Quil.
Speaking of Quil, I don't know why he's chumming up to Edward; anybody can make scrambled cheese eggs. It's like everyone has deserted me, and I'm stuck all alone in this shitty place in the middle of fucking nowhere when I didn't even want to come on this trip. It's not like Alice is my friend. I only put up with her for Bella and now for Quil's unhealthy obsession with her. The only thing that persuaded me to take them across country was the thought of getting Bella alone and making her mine. Now I'm under fucked, without a working car, no way to call for a tow truck, and my girlfriend, best friend, and girlfriend's best friend are becoming great buds with the creepiest owner of a place to stay since Norman Bates.
"Yo, J-dawg, where you at?" Great, Quil, probably coming to tell me how wonderful Edward is.
"What do you want Quil?" I sneered. I wasn't in the mood for small talk; I definitely wasn't in the mood to have Quil preach at me to be nicer in Ebonics.
"I just wanted to see how you were dawg, that's all. I know something is bothering my J-man, and I want him to know that I will always be there for him, no matter what."
"Quil, it's just…Bella." Saying her name out loud surfaced all the anger I had towards her.
Quil looked thoughtful for a moment. "Who do you want to talk to? Jim, Jack, or the Captain?" he asked as he lifted three alcohol bottles out of his backpack.
"God Quil, how much space do you have in there?" I tried to peek inside of his backpack, but he quickly pulled it back to his body.
"I'm like fuckin' Mary Poppins foo'." He cracked a lopsided grin and held up the bottles once again. I hastily grabbed the Jack Daniels out of his hands. "Good choice j-dawg. Now, tell a brotha your probs."
I scratched the back of my head, and then took a swig off the bottle. The liquid quickly coated my throat, burning on the way down. I gave a slight grimace and looked at Quil.
"I just don't know how much longer I can wait man. She doesn't give up anything, and it's driving me insane! I try to put the mood on, but she just makes me feel like a creep for wanting her. Then, of course, the creepiest person I've ever met looks at her and she's pooling in her panties."
"I hear ya brah. Everybody's got 99 probs, but a bitch shouldn't be one. She should be making you feel good instead of steering you towards your good friend Jack. I wouldn't worry about E-bear though, he seems pretty harmless." Quil chugged some of the Captain Morgan and chuckled before continuing, "Though I dunno, Bella was getting all googily eyed for him. I mean, E-Bear owns this fucked up mansion in the middle of nowhere, and you KNOW he gets the pussy because he's mysterious and domineering and shit. Maybe she likes that in a boo."
I took another long swig of my drink, my vision already starting to blur a little bit. Drinking on an empty stomach, probably not my best decision. "He's such a fucking creeper though. I ought to show him a lesson for lookin' at my girl like that."
Quil leaned against the railing we were next to and looked at me disapprovingly. "Dude, let it go. He's not going to go after your boo." Not wanting to listen to him anymore, I took my bottle and started stumbling down the hallways.
Maybe I was going crazy? Was it too much to expect sex from Bella? Maybe I was being too harsh. We'd been going through a lot lately, due to parental stress on Bella's part for choosing UCSC over NYU. Her mom and dad had been so proud of her getting accepted there, but Bella had chosen to stay with me in Santa Cruz. I don't know why I'm so worried about sleeping with her; it's not I needed to claim her as mine, she didn't want anyone else. Just as I was thinking that, I passed by my door and continued down the hall towards the girls. Not sure as to which one was which I came to a stop at the first door. Putting my ear up against the door I heard a faint voice singing "Goodbye" by Kristinia DeBarge and the sound of a shower running was coming out of the room. Alice. I heard light murmurs coming from down the hall, weirdly sounding like a man was with Bella. Thinking it was Quil, I started walking quickly to the room that was hers.
"Get some sleep" I heard Edward tell Bella. Intrigued, I poked my head around the large doorframe to see his hand delicately tuck a lock of hair behind her ear. She lightly blushed, but a twinge of lust swam in her eyes. Disgusted by her betrayal, I almost walked into the room and ended their little charade. I decided that rather make her hate me, maybe I'd just use guilt to get what I want. I quickly made myself hidden while Edward wished her a good night and closed the door. The fucker had the audacity to smile and lean against her door, like she would succumb to his stupid charm and leave me. He was acting as if he was victorious when in fact the battle had just begun. He took one last glance at her closed door and started turning towards me. Not wanting to have a confrontation with him yet, I quietly snuck into one of the other rooms. I peeked through the crack to see him walk past and disappear down the hall. I needed to talk to Bella. I quickly slipped into Bella's room as she was walking back to her bed from getting a glass of water from the bathroom.
"Jake, what are you doing in here?" Her eyes still held remnants of the lustful glance, but I knew it was from nothing I'd done.
I gritted my teeth as I tried to keep my composure. "Bella, it's more like, what were you just doing in here? With Edward?"
Her eyes went wide as she took a step back from me. She opened her mouth, but failed to produce sound. It took her close to a minute to actually spit words out to me. "Jake, i-it was nothing. I was in his library, we got to talking, and he walked me back to my room so I wouldn't get lost."
My composure started to slip as she was giving me lame excuses, "At 3 in the morning?!"
"Jake, calm down. I'm sorry. It was stupid, I know. What can I do?" Her pleading eyes tried to shine innocence, but I knew otherwise. Anger at her, at the situation, at her being such a fucking tease, and at everyone else getting laid took over me as I closed the few feet in between us and crashed my lips onto hers. Stunned by the sudden move, she was frozen in place for a second, but quickly caught on to what I wanted. Unfortunately for her, I didn't just want to make out. I started to push her down onto the bed, getting some resistance from her.
"Bella, don't you want to make me happy?" Her eyes searched mine, and she gave a weak nod in my direction. Taking that as an ok, I started to aggressively grind my cock into her. I slightly heard her whimpering, but the need I felt towards her took over. I wanted her. I wanted this. Couldn't she see how much I loved her? I had to show her how much I loved her. I had to drive all thoughts of Edward from her mind. Edward. I growled, anger firing back up. I started to rip off her shirt, causing her to let out a gasp. I paused briefly, trying to clear the haze in my head but then she started moving. Oh God, the movements. She was driving me crazy. She wanted this too. I started kissing every inch of skin I could reach. I felt her hands pulling at my hair. My mind was a mess of confusing signals. She was thrashing her head about, sobbing at me to stop, but I knew I couldn't. Not when I was this close. So close. I deserved this. She deserved this.
BPOV
I was starting to see red as I savagely screamed for help. His hands roughly roamed my now unclothed torso, kneading painfully at my breasts. Tears, cascading down my face, blurred my vision. Every breath I took hurt and it seemed as if time was going in slow motion.
As I started to realize again what was happening, my pants were strewn on the floor, and my panties in shreds next to the bed. Suddenly, I went into survival mode and thought of a way to escape this relatively unscathed. My hand released his hair and began blindly searching for something, anything, to help me. I felt him grab my arm and pinned it down above me. When he shifted his weight one of my legs sprung free. I gathered all my strength and shoved my knee upward. I knew it made contact when he screamed "BITCH!". He crumpled in pain on top of me, breathing labored. Very slowly he lifted his head and looked at me. His eyes full of outrage. He came at me again. I struggled to reach my bedside table which held my glass. In the second he was busy taking off his own pants, I quickly reached over to the table and smashed the glass as I hard as I could over his head. Rolling off of me and onto the floor, he let out a moan and then fell silent as I ran at full speed to Alice's room. I burst in, hearing the shower running and her soft melody being carried throughout the room. I quickly locked the door, and fell to the floor, sobbing. Instantly I heard the shower turn off and soft feet pattering towards me.
"Bella? Oh my fucking god, what happened? Oh my god let me get my other robe." I heard her running to the armoire in her room, and a soft, gentle fabric brushing over my back. Wrapping me in her spare robe, she assisted me to the bed and demanded I tell her what happened. As I told her what Jacob had done, a small tear slid out down her cheek.
EPOV
With Bella's sweet fragrance swirling around in my head, I started towards my room. As I got closer to the staircase, a faint voice singing was echoing down the hall. I started to walk a little quicker, recognizing the voice belonging to Quil, and hearing the obvious slur in his voice. Don't go up the stairs! I frantically screamed in my head. At this point I was running, gaining view of the staircase and Quil's drunken attempt to climb the stairs. His head was adorned with a very impressive looking pirate hat that I can assume he found here and his arms were flailing about, making me notice the Captain Morgan bottle in his hand.
"Yo ho, Yo ho! A pirate's life for me!" He shouted slipping on the stair he was on. I rushed to guide him down the stairs, but he only grabbed my hand and tried to dance with me.
"Dead men tell nooooo tales Edward! I am alive though, and I will tell you a tale. A tale of the high seas! A pirate's life for me!" He started singing again, still holding my hand. He slowly started following me down the stairs, shouting about being a pirate all the way.
"Let's get you to your room Quil, you need some rest." I quickly grabbed the bottle from him and put it on a table in the hallway, "You definitely don't need any more rum."
"WHERE'S THE RUM?! I'M A PIRATE!" He started screeching, twisting around in my hands looking for the disregarded bottle. I tightened my hold not wanting to bruise him. I finally got him into his room and I led him to his bed. He plopped down making the coils protest to the sudden weight. This pirate hat fell and was now covering the front of his face. He was quiet for a minute and I thought he had fallen asleep. I pulled my hand back when his suddenly grabbed mine.
"You know Edward, I've been in love with Alice for so long I can't even begin to think how long." His voice came from beneath the hat and I saw a slip in the always upbeat, jokester façade he had. "She always rejects me though man. She always thinks I'm not smart enough, or cute enough, or ethical enough." With his other had he threw the pirate hat in the corner and pulled me closer. "I need you to help me man. I need you to help me be a better man. You just seem so cool and calm. You have confidence and I have shit."
How far off you are boy, I thought in my head. Quil looked up at me with sad eyes, pleading for answers to help him win the heart of Alice, a girl I'd only met a few hours ago.
Sighing, I sat on the corner of the bed. This was going to be a long night.
JPOV
I came to and realized I was on the floor of Bella's room. What happened? I looked around and saw the broken glass. It all came back to me.
I can't believe I did that. Disgust with myself rolled throughout my body, causing me to dry heave. The look of terror on Bella's face as I- I couldn't even think it to myself. It wasn't how it was supposed to happen. She was supposed to want to be with me, I wasn't supposed to force her to have me. It had felt like I wasn't even in control. The anger inside of me boiled to the surface and took the driver's seat. My sanity flew out the window the moment she had nodded that she wanted to make me happy.
I didn't deserve her. I hope she breaks up with me; she deserves to be with someone who won't ever hurt her or cause her pain. What she had done doesn't even compare to what I've done. She talked to a boy, and I try to force sex on her. My nausea was at an all time high, due to my drunken state and my emotional turmoil. I sat down for a second on a bench, looking around the large hallway I was in. I noticed the stairs to the third floor at the end of the hallway, and slowly got up from the seat. Unbelievably, they seemed to be bigger and more mysterious the closer I got to them. Intrigue and hatred started boiling in my blood, causing a whole new slew of accusations to cloud my judgment.
If Edward hadn't have touched Bella, I wouldn't have done what I did. If his smug face hadn't been overjoyed with the fact that he was ripping apart a four-year relationship, I might have just wandered to bed. If that stupid clerk at the convenience store hadn't suggested this place, none of this would've happened, and we'd be nearing the New York border by now. Tomorrow we'd be helping Alice set up her new apartment, Bella smiling next to me. Now, I was miserable, Bella hated me, and we definitely weren't going to get out of here for a while. I felt like I had just been sucked into the worst hell possible, not that I didn't deserve it.
Looking at the staircase, I placed my foot firmly on the first step. Slowly I made my way up the staircase, having a couple moments of difficulty because of the alcohol.
"Fucking forbidden my ass" I muttered, making my way to the top of the stairs.
UNKNOWN POV
I was free. The walls he tries so hard to keep intact were in shambles at my feet. This is not the first time I have broken free, nor will it be the last. He tries to keep me locked up, but he should know by now that his makeshift cage can't hold me. He can't hold me. I am in control, not the other way around. It's time he realizes this. I will make him pay.
It's almost amusing watching him struggle, to watch the hope die in his eyes every time. Unlike me, he's filled with human emotion. Pain, loss, and hurt are the ones most expressed. Oh, and guilt. Guilt he feels from the knowing that he had the power to save them all, but in the end he could do nothing. Nothing while they succumbed to me. The guilt is almost unbearable at times, but I get a cruel sense of pleasure seeing him bow to the pain. I grinned knowing it would look more like a sneer to the casual eye.
I could feel him slipping. There was a presence in the house that wasn't here before. Unknown visitors. I didn't like it. One of them was especially unnerving and therefore needed to be removed. I could tell that he wouldn't have the strength to do it. Once again it would be left up to me. Nothing was going to stand in my way, not when I was this close to taking control.
I heard a noise to my left, approaching footsteps. Who dares come up here? Did he not tell them? No, I shook my head, he wouldn't be that stupid. Hmm…someone was disobedient. My eyes narrowed. They needed to be punished. The footsteps were getting closer now, they were almost upon me. Slowly, I sank back into the darkness, aligning myself with the wall. I trained my eyes on the hallway. I didn't need light, I could see every outline perfectly.
A figure was making its way slowly towards me. It was a man and he was walking with a slight sway. His right hand was casually brushing the wall along the way, my wall. Who does he think he is? This is my space. No one is allowed up here, NO ONE. I caught the scent of whiskey; it was so strong, coming off him in waves. The scent burned my nostrils and I was instantly hit. Hunger. Hunger so strong. My stomach clenched in need. My hands gripped the walls and I felt them making slight indentations in the wood. My chest heaved from my frantic breathing. He was so close, almost within reach. I would show him. I would teach him to respect other people's boundaries. Quietly I gripped a piece of the paneling and ripped. A chunk of wood came apart in my hands, splinters falling to the ground. I saw him pause momentarily and look around.
Keep coming. I thought as he took another step. Just one more step.
His eyes passed over where I stood but I knew that he did not see me. He wouldn't see me until I wanted him too. I waited until he stepped past me to bring the piece of wood over my head. I let it fall swiftly and it landed with a resounding CRACK against his skull. He instantly crumpled with a groan. I dropped the wood and walked around so that I stood at his shoulders. I gripped one arm and flipped him over. He weighed nothing to me. I watched as his chest rose slowly. He was still alive. Good. His head fell to the side as he let out another groan, long black hair framed his face and that's when I saw it. Blood. Blood was dripping from a gash on his forehead.
Blood.
Red.
A vibrant shade of red.
It was too much, too soon. Red filled my vision and soon it was everywhere I saw. I let out a roar as I let the rage consume me. I welcomed it with open arms. It had been too long. The walls shook and I felt the power.
I grabbed his arm and dragged him down the hall. We would finish this elsewhere and I would take my time. I could hear him moaning as we made our way to the room. Knowing that those moans would soon turn to screams and those screams would only fuel the fire within, I felt my lips pull back into a snarl as I slammed to door behind us. Let the fun begin.
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A/N: Uh-oh, what's going to happen to poor Jake?
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