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Bella's POV:

I groaned as sunlight streamed through my bedroom window. Of course the one morning sun is actually around here in Forks is the one night in over a month that I haven't slept well. The nightmares had come back. The abandonment issues I had just begun to overcome were starting to haunt me again and I was angry. No angry doesn't cut it I was furious.

In an instant I had made up my mind about what I was going to do about Jacob. I was going to storm into La Push stir up shit until he spoke to me and give him one chance to explain himself to my liking. I wasn't going to be a doormat anymore.

I threw on a pair of tight jeans and a dark brown cowl neck sweater my mother had bought for me and my new runners. I threw my hair into a high pony tail letting my natural curls fall just below my shoulder blades. I put on a tiny bit of make-up and grabbed my truck keys.

I wasn't sure what I was going to say but with each passing second I was getting angrier. How dare he! He knew how the Cullen's departure had affected me and he takes off in basically the same fashion. I was just entering La Push when a thought crossed my mind- Sam Uley. Jacob had been ranting about him and his 'cult' sucking all the younger boys in just before I'd left.

I hung a hard right into Jacob's driveway and slammed on my breaks. Not a good idea with this old truck as I just about went flying even with a seatbelt. I ripped myself out it and stormed to the Blacks front door.

Billy opened it just slightly and I pushed it wider and said forcefully "Billy Black don't lie to me I know he's here so don't even try it" before he could even open his mouth to tell me his son wasn't around. I knew he was. I couldn't explain how I was so sure I just was.

I very ungracefully pushed past the man I considered a second father and grabbed Jacob's bedroom door handle. I swung the door open and there he was. My so-called best friend laying half clothed across his bed. He looked so peaceful that it just kept pushing my anger past its boiling point.

"So glad one of us can get a good night's rest" I shouted sarcastically at his slowly moving form. He just looked at me terrified. Or maybe that was shame. He kinda looked like the cat that ate the canary when its owners returned home.

"Bella what are you doing here?" He spoke softly.

"Figuring out what the hell your problem is Jacob Black!" I shouted "You don't come to the airport after promising to be there. You won't talk to me when I call. You get your dad to tell me you don't want to talk to me!"

"Bella I can't tell you. I can't talk to you. Just go home" Jake said getting irritated. I couldn't help but notice he'd changed a lot since I'd last seen him a week and a half ago.

"No not until you tell me what's going on!" I said sternly and then caught Billy's eye as he rolled his wheelchair just behind me.

"Bella maybe you should wait outside while I talk to Jake for a minute. He will come out and talk to you" Billy said trying to remain the voice of reason.

"Fine but if he isn't out there in ten minutes I will come back in here and drag him out" I vowed turning on heel and storming out the same way I had come in.

I stood just past their porch tapping my foot impatiently. I kept going over what I was thinking about saying in my head to make sure I didn't forget. When I was angry I tended to forget what I was going to say just like when I was super nervous I started to stutter uncontrollably. On top of that anytime I was at the extreme of an emotion I managed to somehow get clutzier than I normally was and that was saying something. There wasn't a day I didn't end up with at least one new bruise if not something worse.

I was also what the Cullen's used to call a 'danger magnet' and I was. I have been hunted by vampires which I bet not every girl can say she escaped unscathed. Ok maybe not unscathed. I unconsciously traced along the crescent shaped scar at my wrist. It was unnaturally cooler than the rest of my body. It was one memory of them that I could never erase. I couldn't just get rid of that scar like I did the pictures and the clothes and anything else Cullen related.

I was so entranced in my own world that I didn't notice Jacob until he lightly touched my shoulder with a burning hot hand. That surprised me. I had noticed a change in his body temperature before I left but had figured he was just getting a cold or the flu that had been going around. Now he seemed to be even hotter than then.

I whipped around so fast Jacob jumped back. It was then I noticed another change I hadn't seen when he had been laying down. He had grown. I don't just mean he got muscles, which he did, but he'd gotten taller. I was only 5' on a good day and he seemed to be a good 2' taller than me. That was new. I wasn't very impressed because even though I'd had to talk up at him before telling someone off while straining your neck just doesn't have the same effect as being able to look down at them.

"Bella listen I'd tell you if I could!" Jacob started an almost pleading look in his dark eyes.

"You can!" I said "I am your best friend you can tell me anything at all."

"No Bella I can't!" My normally calm friend shouted. I took a step back out of pure shock.

I heard voices from across his yard and turned quickly to face them. From the brush near the Blacks house came four extremely tall, dark, handsome men. I recognized three from when Jake had pointed them out when they were cliff diving and I was shocked to realize the fourth was Embry. Jake's friend. The guy I had spent almost 2 months befriending in Jake's garage. I gazed between each of them the anger that had been slowly dissipating rearing its ugly head once again.

Somewhere in my head I knew I was being irrational and just plain stupid as I tore towards them. I hardly came to the middle of any of their chests but I was intent on letting my fury be known.

"You! This is all your faults!" I screeched my voice raising an octave with each word. I jabbed my finger towards each of them. "He didn't want to be like any of you! You took him away from me!"

When I reached the one next to Sam, I think it was Paul I stood there shouting at him longer than the others. Well actually once I reached him I froze I continued yelling but found myself unable to wretch myself from the gaze of his gorgeous gray eyes. Wait a minute gorgeous? Here I am yelling to the high heavens about how horrible they are and I am calling his eyes gorgeous!?

"Sweetheart calm down. We can explain if you just take a deep breath and relax" Paul said softly. I wasn't sure how he meant it but instantly I felt patronized. Scratch that. Part of me felt patronized, part of me couldn't deny or understand the pull I felt towards this man. So I did the first thing that popped into my head.

I kneed him in the groin and slapped him hard across the cheek as he fell down to where I could reach his cheek. I angrily pointed at him "Don't you ever call me sweetheart again or I swear to any god there is I will make sure you are in far more pain than you are right now! Understand?" And with that I turned quickly and made my way to my truck having to fight myself the whole way to keep from looking back to ensure he was ok, that I hadn't hurt him too badly. I couldn't fathom why I wanted him to be ok. Why my heart physically hurt for hurting him.

I slammed my truck door behind me gazing once more at the man who I had kneed and my best friend and all his friends who stood over him trying quite obviously not to laugh at the fact that he was taken down by a girl a lot smaller than himself.

I started the truck without even doing up my seatbelt and reversed jerkily onto the road. I drove for a couple of minutes and then as the tears that had slowly been forming blurred my vision I pulled over. I sat on the side of the road and sobbed for close to an hour before I was able to regain my composure enough to continue the journey home.