The Pulse Of Twilight

Chapter 1

Tiffany POV

Everything was fine, everything was normal. Life was perfect. Happy as could be.
Until it happened.
One night, it was summer before 11th grade, I was still 15, going on 16 in February. I was over my ex-boyfriends house, our parents were friends.
And so we both used to be.
Jacob and I were in his room, watching Tv. We were both laying on his bed nonchalantly. Jacob and I have been broken up for 2 years now and are best friends... More like were...
Jacob's room was downstairs in the basement and our parents were up on the third floor where they couldn't possibly hear us even if we screamed. The perfect privacy.
Then at a commercial of our show, Jacob got up from the bed, closed and locked his door.
"What was that for? Our parents can't hear us upstairs and we aren't doing anything." I asked
"Well you know, just in case." Jacob smirked back.
I was getting tense not knowing what he had in mind. Then Jacob walked back to the bed but stood over me. He took me by the arms and pulled me off the bed.
"Jacob what are you doing?!" I yelled
"Shhh, it'll be better if you don't talk." He replied in a calm voice. Then he pushed me up against one of his walls. Slowly he released me and moved his hands towards his skinny jean, slowly undoing them.
"Jac..."
"Shh... It's okay, I just," He paused, "can't stop thinking about you and me. So I figured I would show you something that might convince you."
Jacob then calmly slid down his
boxers and jeans and just smiled at me. I was disgusted.
"Jacob what the hell!" I tried to run but he grabbed my arms and slammed me to the wall again. As I was right in front of him again, he took the bottom hem of my shirt and started pulling up.
"Jacob! Stop! What are you doing? I don't like you that way! Besides, you broke up with me!"
"Well I showed you what I have, its time you showed me."
I pushed his hands away but at a devil's pace was always back on me. Jacob was getting annoyed with my resistance so he pulled me into a tight embrace. His bare lower body rubbing my legs making me want to scream and get away. In his tight embrace, Jacob slid his hands under my shirt and started sliding it up. I couldn't move, my arms trapped between mine and his bodies.
I squirmed, trying to loosen his grip. When that became unsuccessful I knew only one way to stop this. With all my might, I kneed Jacob in the place that would hurt him for a long while. Jacob took a pace backwards and fell to the ground on his knees.
In a flash, I ran to his door, unlocked it and threw it open. The bathroom was a few doors down.
I ran into the bathroom, locking the door behind. Slumping down against the wall, beginning to cry hysterically.
I couldn't understand why Jacob did this. It scarred me my whole life. I felt like I wanted to die. My mascara was dripping down my face.
Placing my face into my hands and leaning them on my knees.
I knew I was going to leave soon, it was getting late. I stood up and walked to the mirror. I washed the mascara and tears from my face, made it seem as nothing happened. Then this felt as if it wasn't enough. I opened the mirror medicine cabinet.
I then swallowed 5 Tylenol pills. The normal dose set at 2. I needed to leave this memory.

And that's how it started. One little thing set off a chain reaction of thoughts and actions.
My parents shall never know. No one shall know but my three closest friends, Kayla, Abby and Sophie. Even they won't know all of it.