"These violet delights have violent ends
And in their triumph die, like fire and powder.
Which, as they kiss, consume.
The sweetest homey
Is loathsome in his own deliciousness
And in the taste confounds the appetite.
Therefore love moderately:
long love doth so:
Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow."
-Friar Lawrence.

We'll do it all
Everything On our own
We don't need
Anything
Or anyone

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

I don't quite know
How to say
How I feel
Those three words
Are said too much
They're not enough

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Forget what we're told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that's bursting into life

Let's waste time
Chasing cars
Around our heads
I need your grace
To remind me To find my own

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?
Forget what we're told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that's bursting into life
All that I am
All that I ever was
Is here in your perfect eyes, they're all I can see
I don't know where
Confused about how as well
Just know that these things will never change for us at all

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?
~Chasing Cars~
Snow Patrol

"Jake-"

He grabbed my arms, shaking me. "I thought you were gone! Why would you do that to me! I thought you had left, that you had left me! How could you, Anna, How could you do that!"

He looked nothing like I remembered.

Purple and blue bags sat underneath his eyes, evidence of his exhaustion while a shadow of a stubble sat on his jaw line - giving him an almost raggedy look.

He looked so different.

He didn't look like my Jake.

"Jake, I-"

"You just left!" He yelled, his fingers squeezing into my arms as he shook me - anger flowing from him. "I thought I would never see you again! Charlie didn't tell me ANYTHING!"

"Jake-" I tried talking again but I let out a agonized yelp as I felt his fingers dig into my wrist, almost breaking it if not breaking it, and I saw a alabaster arm push Jacob off me.

"Man, your hurting her."

Jacob looked down to my now red arm, his eyes becoming wide as he stepped forward - only to be blocked by Rosalie, who's beauty was urprassed by her anger as her eyes flashed with fury. "Step back, dog."

"Fuck off, Blondie." He snapped, his shaking body stepping forward again only to be stopped by Rose's hand.

"Go outside, Jacob." Carlisle murmured, coming up beside me and cradling my red arm - his finger marks still in my arms and I cringed as Carlisle pressed softly into it, his cool fingers so different to the hot ones I yearned.

"Is she okay?"

"She'd be better if you went outside, mutt."

I saw his eyes flash before he turned, going outside and I shook my head - ripping my arm away from Carlisle's fingers and I walked after him, ignoring the pain that shot up my arm.

"Jake!"

He jumped off the porch, shaking and he looked back at me - his dark eyes filled with agonizing pain and I stepped forward, blinking away the tears that had surfaced.

"You just left!" He yelled, shaking as I cried and I covered my face with my hands - shaking my head. "Why couldn't you have called? It wouldn't have been hard. Or you could have told me the truth!"

I couldn't believe I was crying in front of him.

I shouldn't be crying.

I was just his replacement.

"The truth?" I yelled, my mouth gaped open as he talked about the truth. "Why couldn't you tell the truth? Why couldn't you say 'Hey, Anna, you know how I get all weird when you talk about your cousin. Well, that's because I'm in love with her and your her replacement. Oh, and by the way - did I mention I'm a werewolf and the Cullen's are vampires? Well, there's the truth before I make you fall in love with me.'"

He sighed, defeated. "You know?"

"Yes, I know. Maybe now that we've had this argument, and the truth is out - why don't we invite Harry fucking Potter around for FUCKING DINNER!" I screamed, my eyes narrowed.

Jacob laughed, sarcasm dripping from his every word. "You know, if I had never met you my life would have been fine!"

Did he seriously just say that?

Really?

The werewolf is saying that?

He just told me his life would be better if I was never in it.

He's a fucking asshole - just go back inside.

But I couldn't go back inside.

I wish I did.

I really, really wish I did.

I turned around, my fingers twitching for something and I went back into the house - grabbed the baseball bat that Emmett had dropped by the door, and I turned around - ignoring my aching arm and Jake laughed.

"Your not going to- FUCK, ANNA!"

And then I started hitting him.

With a baseball bat.

"You" Hit "Stupid" Hit "Shit" Hit "For" Hit "Brains" Hit "Ass" Hit "Fucking" Hit "Wipe" Hit.

Okay, you've killed the man.

Great.

Prison is once again an option.

Fucking idiot.

I couldn't believe what I had just done.

At least when I hit him with my car, I didn't do it on purpose.

I just attacked him.

With a baseball bat.

Oh, holy fuck.

I was going to prison.

And he was going to die.

Yet he barely seemed hurt apart from the fact that he was on the floor, clutching at his ribs.

Barely hurt?

He's on the floor cluthing his sides!

"HIT HIM AGAIN!"

Fuck off Emmett.

Okay, he was hurt.

I had hurt him.

I turned around, shaking my head as I went back into the house - my hand throbbing with pain as I climbed the stairs, moving past all of them as I tried to ignore the thrashing guilt that attacked me as I went into my bedroom, slamming the door.

I was going to hell.

I couldn't believe what I had just done - what pain I had just caused Jake. How could I have done that? How could I have purposely hurt him?

He hurt you.

That gave me no excuse.

Yes it does.

It's called self defence.

When has selfdefence involved a baseball bat?

I am going to hell.

Maybe he'd like that, though, considering I've just made his life more difficult. You know, I should have just never come to Forks - I would never have found out about Vampires or Werewolves or any other crazy shit like that. I would have never hit a nudist with my car, or attacked my now ex boyfriend.

I should really just never have come to Forks.

You think?

"Just a few broken ribs. They've healed by now."

I raised my eyebrows, cringing as Carlisle bandaged up my now swollen hand. "Really? So there's no internal damage? No brain damage? He's okay?"

Carlisle smiled, shaking his head. "Yes, he's fine. He's healed already - just some bruises."

Just some brusies?

I should be on Jerry Springer.

I breathed out a sigh of relief, shaking my head. "Okay."

Carlisle smiled. "He was asking for you."

"I bet he was asking for Bella, too." I hissed bitterly, running a hand through my hair as I looked around Carlisle's office - sighing. "He's so stupid. Do you know how stupid he is? He is so stupid. So is Edmund - he can't even read my mind, what kind of vampire is that? Huh? A bad one." I nodded, narrowing my eyes. "You know what else is stupid?"

Carlisle raised his eyebrows. "What?"

"Penie! There stupid - because there all ugly and disgusting, and they always look so intimidating and they just kind of flop around and do basically nothing apart from erect when the guy is horny. Penei are stupid. And so are Romantic comedies - like, how the hell are they realistic?"

Carlisle smiled softly. "And Vampires and Werewolves are?"

"Shut up, Doc, I'm proving a point. Romantic comedies are fucked up. Like, I'm sorry - but no one holds a fucking stereo up to my window in a big romantic gesture or fist pumps in the air while frozen in time as 'Don't you forget about me' comes on in the background. I'm pretty sure that's never happened to me before, neither has me becoming a prostitute and I fall in love with a rich business man. They're just so unreal and so misleading - until I was fifteen I wanted to become a prostitute just so that would happen!"

Carlisle looked to me, raising his perfect eyebrows. "Your mental state is worrying."

"I just attacked my ex boyfriend with a baseball bat - after running him over with my car. I'm worried too."

As are your parents.

And your Grandparents.

Well, the ones that are still alive.

Sensitive.

I know.

"Where is he now?" I murmured, my eyebrows furrowing and he frowned.

"He's outside. Waiting for you."

"Well, we can't keep the little wolf waiting - can we?"

Trudging down the stairs, I avoided all contact as shame flooded through me and I sat across from Bella, surveying her as she smiled weakly and I sighed, looking down to the floor - ignoring Emmett's nudging and I sent him a look as Jacob was lead into the house by Edmund, fading bruises disappearing into his copper skin and I looked away from him - feeling his eyes bore into me.

Your weak.

I know.

You don't have to remind me.

"Bella," He whispered, his eyes surveying her bruised and fragile frame. "What's wrong?"

He went over to her, kneeling beside her as he shook his head - taking her free hand in both of his, and I couldn't deny the jealousy the flooded through me - anger crushing my chest.

Stupid bitch.

She's dying, would you leave her alone?

"Are you all right?"

Most obvious question known to man.

"Does she look alright, Fuckward?" I asked, and he looked back to me - averting his eyes in what I can only assume is shame.

Yeah.

Feel the shame.

I think you've damaged me, conscience.

Me too.

"I'm so glad you came to see me today, Jacob," she said, her eyes looking down to their joined hands and then back to me - her teeth biting into her white lips.

Jacobs eyebrows furrowed, oh, his perfectly curved and shaped eyebrows.

Shut up.

Control your self.

They're just so perfect!

Why do they have to be like that?

And his butt.

His butt was so perfect.

I'm going to miss that butt.

Me too.

"What is it, Bella?" He insisted, wrapping his hands tight around her cold, fragile fingers.

Instead of answering, she glanced around the room like she was searching for something, both a plea and a warning in her look. Seven pairs of anxious yellow eyes stared back at her. Finally, she turned to Rosalie. "Help me up, Rose?" she asked.

Rosalie's lips pulled back over her teeth, and she glared up at me like she wanted to rip his throat out.

I hope she does.

No you don't.

I know.

"Please, Rose."

The blonde made a face, but leaned over her again. She put her arm carefully behind Bella's shoulders, only to have Jacob object.

Maybe I shouldn't call him Jacob anymore.

What are you going to call him then? Mr Black?

How about dog?

Yep. That will work.

"No," He whispered. "Don't get up. . . ."

She narrowed her eyes. "I'm answering your question," she snapped.

Rosalie pulled Bella off the couch and the blanket fell to the ground at Bella's feet.

Bella's body was swollen, her torso ballooning out in a strange, sick way. It strained against the faded gray sweatshirt that was way too big for her shoulders and arms. The rest of her seemed thinner, like the big bulge had grown out of what it had sucked from her.

The rest of us looked on in familiarity as we cringed and grimaced at her frail, weak body - that was straining to stay up straight, her legs weakening. She cradled her abdomen, as if it was a precious jewel she could not dare lose the dog looked on in apprehension, and then disgust as he finally comprehended the situation.

Edmunds head snapped up, anger flaring in his dark orbs as he towered over the mutt. "Outside, Jacob."

Jacob was up on his feet in an instant and I stood up, involuntarily, and I made sure I sat back down - reprimanding myself on the fact that I shouldn't care anymore. "Let's do this," He agreed, and I shook my head - smirking at their stupidity.

What idiots.

Sick, penei obsessed idiots.

Emmett, pushed forward on Edward's other side, while Jasper, right behind him - all were looking thirsty for a fight.

"Can we all please get along for a second, or is that to hard for all you imbeciles? Just sit the fuck down, the suspense is killing me." I said, sarcasm rolling off my tongue as it was rolled up into one big bitter statement.

Jacob looked to me, his eyes painfully pleading with me to I think either shut up or forgive him.

I don't know.

I wasn't the one that could read minds.

Although Edmund is pretty shit at it.

"No," Bella gasped, and she stumbled forward, out of balance, to clutch at Edward's arm. Rosalie moved with her, like there was a chain locking them to each other.

I rolled my eyes.

It was like a fucking soap opera.

"I just need to talk to him, Bella," Edward said in a low voice, talking only to her. He reached up to touch her face, to stroke it - and it seemed as if Jacob was having a seizure again. "Don't strain yourself," he went on, pleading. "Please rest. We'll both be back in just a few minutes."

She stared at his face, reading it carefully. Then she nodded and drooped toward the couch. Rosalie helped lower her back onto the cushions. Bella stared at me, trying to hold his eyes.

Stupid whore.

Okay, I'm a really, really terrible person.

"Behave," she insisted. "And then come back."

They walked out and I sighed, looked at Emmett. "Want to play scrabble?"

"You know me to well, young one."

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