I Wouldn't Leave If You Let Me
Summary: Sometimes, Jacob could be a little impulsive, grabbing her arm, shaking her, yelling, and, when the anger got to be too much to contain, Jacob liked to throw things, so Bella wasn't afraid. Because Jacob would never hurt her.
"A void in my chest was beginning to fill with anger. Quiet, defeated anger that guaranteed me the right to my hurt, that believed no one could possibly understand that hurt."
― Rachel Sontag, House Rules
After his dad died, Jacob became twisted with anger.
Bella watched as the other half of her soul became unrecognizable and it began to scare her how dark Jacob was becoming.
Drugs, alcohol, cigarettes, it all became a vicious cycle. He developed a temper and joined a gang.
Bella tried to talk to him. Tried to get him to stop but nothing worked.
"This isn't you, Jake!" Bella shouted, "Look what he's doing to you! You don't need Sam,"
"You don't know anything about me or what I need!" Jacob shouted, and Bella took a step back, afraid of the new Jacob, but he was on her in a flash and grabbing his arm.
"Let me go!" Bella cried.
"We don't need other people!" Jacob shouted, gripping her arm hard enough to bruise, "Only each other,"
"You're hurting me!" Bella cried, beating at him with her fist and his eyes widened.
He shoved her away, hard enough that she stumbled back, rubbing her arm where Jacob had held her too tight and Jacob stared at her horrified by his actions.
"I'm sorry. Please don't be mad, Bells." He moved to hug her and Bella flinched, "Don't be scared of me, Bella. Please?"
Bella forced herself to relax and let him hug her.
"I'll get better. I'm sorry. I'm sorry," he pleaded, holding her in his arms. "Don't leave me, please,"
At the time, Bella believed him.
She should've known better
Toxic people attach themselves like cinder blocks tied to your ankles, and then invite you for a swim in their poisoned waters."
― John Mark Green