The One that Got Away.

Broken Paths

A/N I do not own anything, all characters go to Stephanie Meyer and Summit. I just merely play with them. I do hope that you enjoy this chapter it definitely didn't go the way I thought it would. Considering I had another chapter planned and this just showed up and assaulted me till I put it to paper. So thank you again I am running to hide and I also wanted to give you a glimpse inside Jacob head. So here we go......

JBPOV:

That fuckin' bastard's insane! The thought slipped from my mind without my even thinking it, but I wouldn't deny it either. Seriously, who the hell was this Nash guy to drag his southern ass to my turf and tell me to stay away from other boys' women? He don't know me at all, does he?

He does Black, echoed the voice in my head, sweet, innocent little Bella probably opened her yap and spilled all the beans.

Yeah, that was very likely.

I was still standing by the fire when she left with him, and I kept looking even after I knew they were gone. I couldn't help it; it was burned into my memory. The thought of what those two would be doing tonight; how he'd touch her like I used to start to nag at my brain, and I clenched my fists, suddenly infuriated. Looking up at the glowing moon and biting the inside of my lip, it felt as if she had stolen my way of breathing. Just thinking, did she think of me while he was touching her, cause I sure as hell thought of her when I was with Lizzie...which is how my ass ended up in this damn situation to begin with...

"Damn it." I yelled throwing my beer bottle into the nearest rock. "Fuck this shit." I continued as I picked up my guitar and started down the beach.

"Where are you going Jake?" I heard Lizzie ask. The shuffling of sand let me know she was hot on my trail.

"Go home Lizzie!" I growled at her.

"No, what's your problem baby." She said grabbing hold of my arm, spinning me around to face her. She looked shocked; I knew my eyes were probably damn near black with fury.

"I said go home, I will call you later or something. I need to go okay." Turning, trying to break loose from her grip, she opened that damn mouth of hers and I saw red.

"It's her isn't?"

"You know damn good and well it's her, it has always been her. Doesn't take rocket science Lizzie."

I heard her suck in a breath and I knew that I hurt her; the sound of crying caused me to soften just a little.

"What about this baby Jake? I thought we were going to make this work for the baby?" she asked through muffle tones.

Baby. I hated that word. She just threw it out there like it meant nothing, just another way to keep me in her fucking grips.

"Yea, it's kind of hard to forget with you constantly reminding me, I mean what makes you think that baby is even mine?"

"Jake this baby is yours!" she shouted at me, while rubbing her eyes with the sleeve of her sweater.

"You sure about that?"

"Jake, I can't believe you?" She said surprised.

I saw a dark figure making their way towards us out of my peripheral, and I took a deep breath.

"Hey! What's the hell going here Jake?" Embry asked, annoyance in his voice.

"Nothing, just take her home please." I protested, turned and stalked down the beach with my guitar in hand.

After trekking down the beach about a few hundred feet, I continued to journey until I reached the ravine that led to third beach, trying to make my way to Taylor point. This was my hideaway; I always come here when I needed an escape or just needed to think. I truly don't know what the hell is going on with me or how I could let her affect me so bad. Seeing her with him, I have to admit makes my blood boil. There is just something about that cocky asshole that rubs me raw. I don't know why or how things had gotten to this point. I sat down on a piece of drift wood and started to think, where did we go wrong? Before she left for school we were together every day, and most of the nights were spent with us sneaking about. I know it all started that night, things shifted between us, more than either of us thought. I hated that I was stuck here, and Bella had begged me to go with her. I couldn't go; my dad needed me, after my mom died I hated the thought of something happening to him and me not being here. When she left I kind of decided what the hell. I started to enjoy the party scene. That's how Liz and I met: it started with hanging out, and a little casual fucking, but when Charlie told me that Bella had started seeing Edward, I saw red. I decided two could play that game. After about an hour or two of clearing my head, I brought the guitar on my lap and positioned it where I could strum the strings to play the first chords of a song that had been on my mind since earlier tonight.