A twilight Fanfiction: 𝓢𝓲𝓵𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓜𝓸𝓸𝓷

Chapter 19

The room turned cold. My lungs deflated and my throat tightened until I had to force hoarse words to leave my mouth. "What?" I croaked. No answer.

My fists tightened until white and I could feel my body begin trembling under the tightness of my muscles. I couldn't even look at Jacob, my eyes fixated on Edward who was too focused on furiously staring down the werewolf.

"What?" I repeated with more force, my voice like thunder over the chilling silence.

It took one glance from Edward to know exactly what those thoughts had been. I built up the courage to look down at the two, Bella peacefully sleeping, not so much as a twitch, let alone a shiver. But Jacob's expression looked horrifically similar to that of the night before. That hunger, the predatory need to dominate, the dark desire like sweet venom which all danced mockingly in his eyes.

I got sick to my stomach and even though I knew there was nothing inside, I had to actively try not to double over and hurl.

It was like whiplash with him. I knew that when we met, he had a thing for Bella and based off of my own observations, it was obvious he couldn't let go of her, driven mad by love. Something I could almost understand. But naively, I thought that things would change once we started... whatever we are. He told me... he promised me he was committed, but that thirst for Bella and the enjoyment of seeing Edward suffer was all too real.

I could practically feel the pain in my neck, being forced back and forth into ignorantly believing his lies. It didn't matter whether he loved me or not, whether he wanted to be with me or not, whether he wanted commitment or not. He had to prove it. It wasn't enough to just want it. Once again, I've been banished to second place between the only two men I've ever loved.

Edward looked my way, possibly torn between ripping Jacob's throat out or comforting me. But it was the way Jacob hadn't once let his eyes wander from the vampires face that twisting my organs in terrible knots.

"I really get under that ice-cold skin of yours, don't I?" he said to Edward, that sickening sound of amusement emanating from the back of his throat, not even sparing me a glance. The boys locked eyes until I couldn't take it any longer.

"Both of you-!" I shot up from my seat, hands balled into fists, my face contorted by rage, and I had every intention of yelling until my throat ran dry and my face boiled hot red. I didn't make it half a sentence before a glossy river shielded my eyes. My words faltered, my voice gone cold and weak until it dissipated into nothing. I looked between the two, who's full attention was now on me after my outburst. I could feel my knitted brows beginning to shake and my deep scowl loosening into something more pathetic. I opened my mouth to speak but a choked sob came out instead. I was completely and utterly embarrassed, as their full and undivided attention rested on me.

"How d-dare you," I could only whisper but even then it was so soft that if it weren't for their heightened hearing, my words would've been carried away by the wind. Days, even months of raw emotion came crashing down on me until my knees felt weak under the pressure. I had a million things to say but it all died before passing my lips.

It was the regret and realization on their faces that sparked my anger again. I stormed out, desperately wiping the tears I didn't even realize had fallen. I didn't even bother to close the tent door before making my way to the edge of the clearing where the forest began into a downhill decline.

I stopped myself, every bone in my body waiting in anticipation. For what? I wasn't entirely sure. Did I expect them to come running after me, come apologizing profusely to make up for their behaviour. Did I expect tears to shed from their guilty eyes as they professed their regret, assuring me how much they loved me...?