BPOV
I rolled over. I was tangled within my duvet in an uncomfortable way. My eyes flickered open, my clock read six o'clock. I had an hour. I warily pulled my reluctant body away from my inviting bed and trudged across my dingy little bedroom to my mirror. I looked a state. Purple bags hung beneath my bloodshot eyes. My skin was a creamy yellow colour. I looked like some sort of hag that hadn't slept in months. My straggly hair was tied back in a lifeless pony tail. My cuts were already repairing, as if I had Jacob's healing skill. Sighing, I collected my beige towel from the end of my bed. I shoved my feet into my scuffed slippers and I made my way across the landing to the bathroom. I could hear Charlie snoring thunderously behind his door. I laughed under my breath and entered the bathroom. I took a long refreshing shower, which managed to make me look reasonable again. Thoughts of the night before whirled around my mind.
Edward. Edward. EDWARD.
Oh Edward.
Just thinking his name pulsed new and sensational currents around my body. Why did I have to feel like this? Why did everything have to be so wrong? It should be Jake that was engraved in my mind not Edward. Edward was the definition of danger. Wasn't he? I mean Jacob had made sure I had that equation nailed into my mind. But was it really Jacob who was the dangerous one? I was acting stupid. Of course Jacob's dangerous! I shuddered to remember everything that he had done to me, and my legs nearly gave way thinking about the meeting.
SHIT!
The meeting! Whilst I was being totally lost in thought, minutes had ticked steadily by, and it was now half past and it took twenty minutes to get to La Push. I had ten minutes to get ready. I stumbled back into my bedroom and tugged on my jeans. I pulled a soft brown sweater over my head. I didn't have time to dry my hair with the dryer so I towelled it aggressively until it was just damp. I then tugged my brush through the knots. I had a last peek in the mirror for safety, I looked considerably better then I did when I woke up. I clattered down the stairs, whilst scrawling out a rough note to Charlie explaining where I was. I dashed out the door and blundered into the van, not even pausing to catch my breath. I flicked the truck into ignition and reversed clumsily out of the drive. I pushed my truck to its limits as I drove down to my destination.
As I drove, I knew my mind was set.
Jacob Black and Isabella Swan are over.
I hope!
Eighteen minutes later…
The gritty tarmac crackled as I parked my truck at the La Push parking lot. I had two minutes to collect breathing quickened when I spotted a sturdy figure down on the beach pacing up and down.
"What the fuck am I doing?" I sobbed to myself. I could feel the terror fighting against my courage. But I refused to let it win. I wacked a single tear of my face. I decided to be one minute early. I slammed my truck door shut. It was sleeting. Icy drops of rain whipped at my face, working with the chilling wind. I shivered and pulled my jacket on, pulling my hood up. I wandered what I hoped looked calmly, down towards Jacob. I was near him now. He was about 2-3 metres away from me. His back was turned away. He wasn't wearing a shirt. His fist was clenched, a vein stood out. His shoulder blades where jutted out, his biceps rolling.
The sea lapped up at his bare toes. I swallowed and walked up to him so I was standing about 10cm away from him.
"Hey Jake." I whispered hoarsely. He whirled around and stared directly into my eyes. Tears were streaming down his cheeks.
"Bella." Was all he said. He clasped me to his chest. I didn't dare to squirm. He could flip at any second. He kissed me passionately on my lips. I made my lips like stone. He pulled away.
"Bella? Honey, are you still angry with me about yesterday? Can't you see I feel awful? Don't ignore me, I need you." I thumbed away his tears tentatively.
"Jake I…" I began, not quite knowing what to say. He did need me. As a punch bag. I stood up a little straighter at this thought.
"Jacob we can't keep going on like this. You can't just ignore the obvious truth. It's like I'm breaking into pieces." I mumbled, looking away to hide the single tear sliding down my cheek. His tears spilled over again.
"Bella, Bella. My beautiful Bella." He murmured into my hair. Come to my house, I want to show you something. My senses went off like alarm bells. My heart urged me to go. I hovered.
"I promise I won't hurt you. I love you." He said. I still hesitated. He sighed heavily, opting for his least favourite tactic.
"Billy's home." He muttered. I sighed in relief. I was safe when Billy was around. He was just as unaware of what was going on with Jake and I as Charlie was.
*Jacobs house*
Jacob had driven me in my truck. We were silent for the whole journey. The sleet had shifted back to a dreary shower. Instead of leading me inside; he took me by the hand and pulled me over to the fringe of the forest. I could faintly hear the bubble of a stream. Horror struck me with ultimate power when I saw him reveal a tiny velvet box. He opened his mouth to speak but I quickly interrupted him.
"Jacob! No! I can't marry you! I want to break up with you! I am not in love with you and I never will be. I'm in love with Edward Cullen!" I wanted to shoot myself. How stupid could I get? The words just tumbled out of my mouth, without any control. I clapped my hand over my mouth. Jacob looked sad at first, his expression progressing into one of pure rage. And then he phased.
And although the terrifying the situation, I could not stop myself replaying the beautiful words, "I'm in love with Edward Cullen." Stupidity is the craftiest thing.
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Stolen Heart
Fanfiction"If I do this. There's no going back." He whispered, his voice desperate, cracking. "I don't want to go back." I murmured. I hovered my lips beside his ear. "I want to go forward." Bella Swan is seriously abused by her boyfriend, Jacob Black. But o...
