BPOV
"What do you think you're doing Jacob?" I question as I try to yank away from his hold but to no avail. "Peter and Jasper will find us and then what? I don't even know why you came here for me," I say as I finally give up on trying to get out of his grasp. "I don't want you; I don't love you, and I am most certainly not your imprint."
Just as I finish my sentence Jacob growls before rounding on me and grasping my throat making me instantly gasp for air as he slowly backs me up to a wall. "Don't ever say you don't love me," he hisses in my face as the pressure of his hand gradually tightens on my throat. "I love you more than life. I would do anything for you," his mouth smashes roughly against mine as I try to dig my nails into his hand for him to release. "Fucking hell, Bells," Jacob whispers as he releases his hold causing me to slide down the warehouse wall as I cough, gasping for air. "Baby, are you alright? I'm sorry I lost my temper, I've just missed you so much," Jacob tries to touch the side of my face except I move away from his hand. "You make me crazy sometimes, I swear. Let's get you cleaned up."
I try to resist but with all the other injuries I've sustained I know that I need to get cleaned up and hopefully I won't get an infection. The cuts on my arms from the broken window are pretty deep and still oozing slightly but luckily for the most part have clotted up. I'm not sure how we got here but we appear in a dirty bathroom that hasn't seen any sort of cleaning in years, but I can't say anything as Jacob lifts me up onto the sink. He seems to know where everything is as he pulls out a first aid kit from the cabinet and begins to pull out what he needs to clean my arms up.
"When we get back home everything can get back to normal," Jacob murmurs. "Charlie misses you; he wants you to come home with me... I don't understand why you left me. We could have talked through our problems, why did you have to run?"
I shake my head as tears form from the burn of the rubbing alcohol, but I keep my mouth shut so I don't provoke anymore violence. From the mirror, I can tell my body can't take much more of his forceful hands. Before long, Jacob is placing the first aide box back in its place before kissing his way up my now completely bandaged arms making my stomach churn.
"It's late," Jacob states before picking me up and walking out of the bathroom and into what looks like an office. "I brought you some clothes to change into," he hands me a baggy t-shirt of his that was once my favorite and a pair for shorts.
Looking around I notice there is an old looking mattress with a couple of blankets on it sitting in the middle of the room making my stomach lurch. There is no way in hell I will be sleeping tonight. Jacob takes off his torn and pretty bloodied t-shirt before tossing it across the room and walking over to the bed before getting in and looking at me expectantly.
"I'm not changing in front of you," I say with determination.
"You act like we haven't made love before, babe," he scoffs. "I'll close my eyes; will that be better?"
This time I swallow down the bile that instantly raises in the back of my throat. "Keep them closed," I say and wait until his eyes are closed and covered by a blanket before quickly changing.
Looking around I try to find something to help defend myself with but come up empty handed as I notice Jacob looking at me. "Come to bed with me, Bella," his voice sounds forced, as if he's holding back his anger but I simply shake my head.
Jacob is up and in front of me faster than I can blink and suddenly one of his hands are around my throat once more. His other hand roughly grabs onto one of my injured arms before hauling me to the nasty mattress and pressing me down. "Why must you anger me? Just do what you're told, and I won't have to hurt you," Jacob growls out before laying down next to me. "Get some sleep, we're going to have a long day ahead of us tomorrow," he says before yawning and is out like a light.
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I had fought off sleep for as long as I could but the need for rest was much greater obviously so the next time I wake up, Jacob is turned over snoring loudly. I slowly creep out of the bed and tip toe my way to my shoes where I slip them on quietly and make my way out of the bedroom office thing. I let out a deep breath I had been holding as I make my way down the hall and try to find a way out. Opening and closing the doors I see no safe way out and as I go to go back down the hall, I bump into Jacob making me scream and hold my hand over my chest in a mixture of shock and fear.
"What do you think you're doing, Isabella?" Jacob questions. "It's too early to be awake, we still have a few hours before we get ready to leave."
"I- I was trying to find the bathroom," I stutter out my lie. "I need to pee," I blurt out.
"In your shoes?" He arches his eyebrow seemingly buying the lie I provided.
"The floor was cold," I tell him quickly, my heart beating hard against my chest.
"Hm… I guess I didn't show you how to get to and from the bathroom earlier," he takes my hand lightly in his overheated one.
Leading me down the opposite way and then to the left down a different hall, Jacob flips the light on before watching me as I go in and I close the door quickly behind me. I look around and try to find something useful to try to overtake Jacob but don't come up with any luck. I quickly relieve my bladder and turn on the sink for some noise before looking under the sink. Bingo I say mentally to myself. I'm not sure what kind of bar it is or why it would be in a bathroom, regardless I pray he doesn't find it before I can get my hands on it.
Washing my hands quickly I shut off the water and open the door to Jacob leaning on the wall across from the door looking tired. Jacob pushes off the wall before grabbing my wrist and leading me back to the office/bedroom and locking the door behind us. I try to head back to the bed and just as I near it, Jacobs arm wraps around my waist, pulling me completely against his body.
"What are you doing?" I shakily ask as his fingers slowly begin to lift up the oversized shirt I am wearing.
"I've missed you so much, Bells," Jacob answers as he turns me around to face himself. "Let me see you," he demands.
It seems as if he expects my next move and quickly has my right knee tightly in his hold. Pinning it up and over his hip he basically shoves himself down on top of me and hard into the mattress. Everything that comes next happens almost too quickly for me to comprehend but as it begins… it's all in slow motion. My hands are pinned, his naked body covering my unwilling small frame as my cries are muffled by his free hand.
Grunts and pants echo. Curses and cries of ecstasy echo. Cries of horror and cries of pleading echo and etch themselves in these four walls surrounding me. And then it is over. He is done as he pulls out of my now extremely sore, bruised, and used body. He pulls me close against his now sweaty body, covering the two of us up with the musty smelling blanket making me want to hurl. Tears stream down my face as I curl myself up into a ball and think of how I wish I were with Peter and Jasper right now. I close my eyes and pretend before eventually falling into a slumber of uneasiness.
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Jacob isn't in the office converted bedroom as I wake sometime later, making my stomach leap into my throat. Quickly I look around, noticing that the door was left wide open, and I waste no time in scrambling out of the bed before crying out in pain from… When the pain subsides mostly, I carefully make my way over to the only means of escape where I peek out and continue out to the bathroom. Luck is on my side this time around as I open the cabinet to reveal the short metal pole still in its place under the sink.
I let out a breath I hadn't known I was holding to begin with and fill slightly with a small amount of hope. Making sure I can hide it under the shirt Jacob must have put back on me this morning. Once confident it won't be noticeable, I make sure the bathroom door is locked so I can use the bathroom. Tears prick my eyes and threaten to spill over as pain is brought forth, a burn I've only felt one other time, down there. Wiping myself, I see a small amount of blood and feel myself pale. Shakily I hurry up and make my way back down to the room of doom.
Jacob still isn't back yet, thank god, I take the time alone to place the pole under the pillow where I slept before looking around the room for the clothes that I had gone to work in. They aren't anywhere to be seen which makes me want to cry out in anger. Footsteps make themselves known as they echo loudly down the hall. Opting to be back on the mattress, I pull my legs up towards my body and wrap my arms around them tightly, crossing my ankles before pulling the blanket against me quickly.
Walking in, Jacob is carrying a McDonald's bag along with a couple of drinks not noticing that I am awake with a look of hatred glaring his way. Sitting the food and drinks down though, he turns around and sees me watching his every move, but little does he know I am waiting for the perfect moment for one of his moves to come into my favor. I can wait. I have no other choice but to wait. The smile that used to give me happiness, is now one that makes hatred fill me up. The smile disappears as he looks at my facial expression.
"What's the matter, babe? I'm sorry I wasn't here when you woke up. I was starving after our fun last night," Jacob speaks as he walks over towards the mattress. "I figured you'd be pretty hungry as well, so I went out for breakfast before we hit the road."
I keep quiet and unmoving of the position I am in. Jacob looks at me expectantly as if he is waiting for me to forgive him. I don't. Rolling his eyes, he walks back towards the bag of food before taking out a couple of items before bringing them over to offer me.
I turn my glare on the food before shifting back towards Jacob. "I don't want food. I want to go home," I say angrily.
"We will be home in a few days. Charlie will be happy to see you," Jacob frowns.
"No!" I shout. "Not Forks! Home! With Jasper and Peter!"
Something snaps inside of Jacob as I finish my outburst as he suddenly has my upper body now pinned against the back wall behind me. Anger and hatred fill his eyes as his hands wrap roughly around my throat, cutting off my air supply effectively. Panic sets inside of me before logic quickly jumps into its place and reminds me of the metal pole… now if only I can get it.
"You will never speak of those filthy leeches!" Jacob yells in my face, spit spraying everywhere as his grip tightens even further.
Gasping I wrap my hand around the pole without his notice and swing in up as hard and as fast as I can towards his head. Thud. I can't make out what Jacob is now screaming but I know he's in pain and at the moment that's all I care about as I now blindly swing the pole up again and suddenly the pressure is off my throat but now a heavy body is limp and on top of my own as I cough and gasp for air.
Pushing him over, his body rolls off of me and to the floor and I am able to get enough much needed oxygen back into my lungs. I feel blood trickling down the side of my neck so I wipe to see a lot more blood than I expected but right now I can't concentrate on any pain that I might feel. Keeping a hold of the pole, I keep my eyes on him but faster than I can see, his hand has gripped tightly onto my leg before yanking down making me scream as the pole slips from my grip. I claw the hands around my throat once more as I try to look around for the weapon before spotting it within arm's reach. Reaching up as a small distraction, I claw at Jacobs eyes with one hand, scratching deeply making him shout in pain. Reaching over with my free hand I grab onto my lifeline and begin swinging.
This time however, I don't stop swinging the pole. I can't stop myself. His body is now lifeless on top of mine as blood almost gushes from an open wound. Dragging myself out from under him, I swing a couple more times for good measure and anger.
A/N: So much blood… Jacob is definitely done for.