A/N: Slowly working through my writersblock.. And I do mean slowly. Can't seem to find my words anymore, and it bugs me to no end since my head is practically exploding from all the different ideas that keep popping up. I've written more than half of the next chapter on ALL my stories, but I can't finish for some reason. Quite annoying I must say. But I'll keep trying and hopefully I'll be able to post them all soon! This one is quite short, but I figured it was better than nothing...

Chapter 12

I stood frozen with my hand on the doorknob, staring at him.

He stared back, and slowly his grin turned knowing, calculating. I could see that he noticed how he affected me, and since I knew him so well, his expression scared me.

"Bella, don't you know that it's rude not to greet your old friends? You should be smiling and asking me to enter, shouldn't you?" he said, shaking his head slightly as if in disappointment.

I try to swallow, but my throat is too dry. I can feel my hands start to tremble. Why is he here? Why now? I'm not ready for this, I don't know how to be strong when he's here. He pushed me around, he abused my trust and he broke me. I never thought I could be broken, but Jacob Black had managed that task.

He seemed to be tired of my silence. Without another word, he stepped forward and almost shoved me into the wall as he entered my apartment. I fell back helplessly, my body feeling numb and vulnerable.

"So this is where you ran off to… I'm impressed, I thought you'd end up on the streets or in a mental institution by the way you looked when I last saw you." He closed the door behind him, not even looking at me.

When he last saw me… Yes, I remember that too. He was fucking the brains out of Lauren in our bed. That memory is forever imprinted in my brain.

He walked around my apartment, inspecting everything with raised eyebrows. Nugget was nowhere to be seen. I guessed she was hiding under my bed. Lucky cat…

I didn't know what to say or what to do, I was still in so much shock. It was probably best that I didn't speak, anyway. Knowing Jacob, he was here because he wanted something from me. I had been such an idiot when we were together, I had chosen to look the other way and not see the evidence of his cheating even though they were right in front of me. I had been young, foolish and in love. He had been the bad guy who would always smile and give me glances whenever I walked past him in the halls at school. When he had asked me out on a date, I said yes without blinking. Jacob was really gorgeous back then, probably the most handsome guy in Forks.

With his black hair, brown, smooth skin and muscular body, he was on the top of all the girl's wish lists. And I had been so happy when he had chosen me to be his girlfriend, not knowing that Jacob didn't have one monogamous bone in his body. He had used me to have someone to fuck regularly, without having to go through the trouble of calling someone over or leave the house to get some. After his father had past away, Jacob had been left with the house. I moved in there not long after we had started going out.

As I said, I was young and stupid.

Looking at him now, I couldn't for the life of me remember what I had ever seen in him. His hair, which had once been so shiny and soft was now long, it hung down to his shoulders and looked as if it hadn't been washed in weeks. He wasn't at all as muscular anymore. He was still big, but it wasn't muscles now. His stomach pouted, a sure evidence that he had since long quit the baseball team that he had been captain of back in the days. By the looks of it, he now spent his time on the couch, watching other people play.

But it wasn't just that, it was also his face. So many of his attractive features had vanished, he looked older than his age, which I would never had thought since he had always had such a young, gorgeous face. But now? Let's just say that I wouldn't have looked twice if I had passed him on the street. He reminded me of those old, drunken men who hung out in the parks late at night, drinking vodka straight from a bottle. He was probably here because he couldn't even get girls to take interest in him anymore, and he believed that I, little blue eyed Bella, would never be able to refuse him.

Jacob sat down on my couch, leaning back and putting his dirty shoes on my coffee table.

Still, I said nothing. I just stared at him, wishing with all my might that Edward would come.

"So, what are you up to these days?" his question took me off guard. He sounded almost polite, despite the fact that he had forced himself into my home and was now soiling my table cloth with his boots.

I tried to swallow again, and this time I was successful.

"I… I'm an interior designer." I choked out. I wanted to kick myself for being so weak, but I didn't have the strength.

"How fancy. Bet you make a ton of money, right? Maybe I should have kept you after all."

He rose from the couch and walked towards me. I backed up against the wall, my heart beating a frantic tattoo as he approached.

I could smell the alcohol on his breath as he leaned forward to whisper in my ear, "You look good, Bella. Perhaps, if you're still as crazy in bed as you used to be, we can have a little fun here tonight…"

I tried so fucking hard not to vomit. His long, greasy locks brushed against my naked shoulder, causing me to flinch away.

"Jacob stop." I don't know where it came from, but I was freaking glad that courage seemed to have returned. She had been dearly missed, especially since brain had taken a leave of absence and heart was hiding under the bed next to Nugget.

He leaned back and looked me in the eyes, a disbelieving expression on his face. "What? Bella, we both know that you've never said 'no' in your entire life. I didn't even know you were familiar with that word."

"I don't want this. Please go." I pleaded, turning my head to the side and breathing through my mouth so that I wouldn't have to smell his disgusting breath.

I flinched as I felt his hand on my waist, tugging me forward. "Go? But I've only just arrived. Surely you wouldn't want the love of your life to go without reliving some memories, right? You owe me, Bella. You just walked out on me without saying a word, which was not very polite as you might realize. I think you have some things to make up for, wouldn't you agree?"

I put my hand on his chest in a feeble attempt to push him away. He didn't budge an inch. He might not be muscular, but he was big as fuck.

"Please." I said again, my voice barely audible. I didn't wasn't sure what he was capable of doing, I didn't know this Jacob. He honestly scared the shit out me.

I thought of Edward again, silently praying for him to come sooner than planned. What had it been since we hung up the phone? 10 minutes? 15?

Jacob didn't seem to notice that I was shaking from head to toe. He grinned as he ran his hand up and down my side, causing another wave of nausea. Perhaps if I vomited on him, he would leave me alone.

"You don't have to beg, honey. I know exactly what you like, and I'm here to give it to you." he lifted his other hand to touch my face. "After you give me what I like, of course."

I cringed as his rough, cold fingers ran along my cheek. I wanted to yell or run or do anything, but I felt so small, so weak. His returned had brought back all the uncertainties that I had worked so hard on getting rid of.

"Don't be nervous, Bells. I'm sure you haven't had any training since back when you were with me, but I won't give you a hard time if you don't remember how it's done." He leaned in, his lips only inches from my face, his revolting smell surrounding us.

I couldn't fucking let him do this. I couldn't be this frail little girl who let him come into her home and molest her like this. I was strong, I was so god damn much stronger now. I had just temporarily forgotten that I was Bella Swan. I didn't take shit from men.

A knock on the door startled me, and it made Jacob jerk his head up.

"Expecting company?" he asked. His hands were still on me, but he had stilled his movements.

I turned to face him, "Yes. My boyfriend." Okay, so Edward wasn't even close to being my boyfriend, but fuck it if Jacob had to know that. I was so over this shit. I shrugged his hands off me, and he straightened, obviously taken aback by the surprise visitor.

"Boyfriend?" he raised an eyebrow. "Well would you look at that. Someone else took pity on you and allowed you to suck their cock for them?"

Maybe it was because I was so tired of being a wreck because of him, or maybe it was because of Edward's presence, but for whatever reason, I was suddenly able to push all those choking feelings aside and dig up a side of me that I had known was in there, somewhere. I could feel all the pent up anger inside me boil, I was so fucking close to my breaking point. And not breaking as in breaking down crying, but as in an explosion of fury. I wanted to cause this worthless, repulsive creature as much pain as he had caused me. The weakness turned to strength, the uncertainties to rage.

"Fuck you, Jacob Black." I spat.

He laughed, surprised by my sudden change in tone. Then he stared down at me, his hands once again reaching out to take my waist.

"So tell me… Your boyfriend, what does he taste like when you blow him?" his voice was low, menacing.

I stood straight, pushing his hands off me as I stared straight into his eyes. "He tastes like you, but sweeter."

And then I did what I should have done the second I saw him standing outside my door. Without hesitating, I grabbed his shoulders and then used the leverage to work up as much force as possible as I kneed him in the groin.

"Aaaargh!" he screamed as his knees gave out, tumbling to the floor with his hands over his crotch. "You fucking bitch!"

Before I had time to decide whether to open my mouth and yell back or to kick him, I saw Edward in my peripheral vision. He stood frozen in the doorway for one more second, taking in the scene before him. Then he took three large strides forward, grabbed hold on Jacob's jacket and pulled him upright.

I don't think I've ever seen anything as terrifying as the look in Edward's eyes as he glared at Jacob. Jake's feet were practically not even touching the floor. Edward had him in hanging by the neck.

"If you ever put your hands on her again, I will hunt you down and finish what she started. Which means that you will not be able to walk, fuck or sit down for the rest of your miserable life. Do you understand?" his voice, so low that I almost had to strain to hear it, was somehow even more threatening than if he had been screaming from the top of his lungs. The cold, collected stance of which he carried himself was far more frightening than anything I had ever encountered. And I had seen some pretty scary shit in my days.

I swallowed hard, waiting for Jacob's response.

When it came, his voice was so different from what it used to be. He sounded like a little boy again, like someone who was so fucking scared that they'd probably pee their pants any minute now. God damn, if he were to do that here in my apartment…

"I…I understand." Jacob choked out, his face beginning to turn purple from the lack of oxygen. If Edward didn't let him down soon, he'd strangle him.

Not that I cared.

Edward kept his eyes staring into Jacob's as he slowly lowered him back onto the floor, and then he grabbed his arm and pulled him towards the door. An impressive feat since Jacob's arms were as huge as ever, but then again, Edward's hands were also huge…

Focus! Brain bitch slapped hoohah and sex addict who were both conjuring up images of other 'huge' parts of Edward's anatomy.

In typical Bella fashion, I was already pretty much over this little drama and ready to move on to more interesting and rewarding activities. By crushing Jacob's balls, I had been able to release some of the pent up anger and hatred I felt towards him. But if there was one thing I had leaned over the years, it was that it did no good to dwell on uncomfortable and depressing things, it was better to accept them and then find something better to focus on. Okay, I would probably have to think about Jacob's return later on, but I preferred living by the clever saying "never do today what you can postpone until tomorrow." Freaking out and cursing Jacob Black in every language I knew could definitely want until tomorrow. Right now, I was way more interested in the plans I had originally made for this evening.

I heard the front door slam, and realized I had gotten lost in my own Edward fantasies once again. He was standing in front of me now, his expression so different from 30 seconds ago that he almost didn't even look like the same man.

"Are you alright?" he asked, his voice soft, tentative.

I took a step forward so that I could put my hands around his neck. "I'm fine." I said, burying my fingers in his hair. "Thank you for that."

He scowled at me, as if questioning my honesty. "You're fine? After what just happened, you say that you're fine? Shouldn't you be crying and shaking and begging me to call the cops or something?"

I laughed, which only worked to confuse him further. "Edward, there's one thing you have to learn about me if this," I released a hand from his neck and motioned between us, "is going to work."

"What's that?"

"I'm not like other girls."

Reaching up on my toes, I placed a feather light kiss on his cheek before taking his hand and leading him with me towards my bedroom. I was done waiting, done teasing, done competing. He had just proved to be so much more than just a casual flirt or a fuck buddy. He was my white knight in shining armor, and I was more than ready to give him the key to my castle…

I'm sorry about that last line, it just lay there so I had to go for it ;) I have some rec's for you all, since I've read quite a few good stories lately!

The Weight of Words by georgeygirl - This is the first story I've read all the way to the end since I found Master of the Universe in May last year. After that one, no other story has been able to keep my interest for more than a few chapter, but this one... I can't tell you how much I love it, everything it so amazing! The writing, the characters, the storyline... I stayed up until 5 in the morning to read this, it's truly addictive! Teacher/student romance when it's at its very best...

The Plan by QuantumFizzx - Just in case someone out there has managed to miss this story, I have to mention it here. Written in real time, witty, captivating and a real page turner, The Plan is one of the sexiest and funniest fics I've encountered. Bossy boss and an personal assistand who has decided to do everything to get him to notice her..

And a non-fanfic rec; The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins - Have you read this? If you have, you know why I have to rec it. Seriously the best book since Twilight, it too has that extra something that makes you forget about sleep, food, family, showers.. Yeah, you get my point. You'll start living in this story, experiencing everything along with the characters in an almost scary way. It's extraordinary! A frightening future where 24 kids are thrown into an arena to fight to the death, and only one can survive. Oh, and everything is being broadcasted..

As always, thank you so much for reviewing and helping me not lose my love for writing. You're all amazing!