The Open Door

By: KellyCRocker59

Chapter One: Move Along

Each chapter will be based on a song, and will have the lyrics during certain parts, though they aren't really true songfics because not all of the songs are always featured.

The song is Move Along By: The All-American Rejects

I felt myself rouse as Edward pulled me from the car, carrying me in his arms.

"You, let go of my daughter!" I heard Charlie yell.

"Please, Mr. Swan, she is asleep," Edward whispered.

"Get off my property, Cullen, and give me my daughter!" Charlie snapped.

I wanted everyone to just be quiet. I just wanted to sleep.

"Maybe it would be better if I stayed with her for just a little while," Edward said, trying to convince my dad.

But Charlie rushed forward, trying to pull me from his arms. I held tight, not wanting him to leave.

"Dad, stop." I heard myself whisper.

"Bella, honey, there has been an accident at La Push. Someone was killed," Charlie whispered frantically.

My mind did a 360 as it flashed immediately to Jacob. I had left him, betrayed him for Edward. Was he dead?

"Jacob! Jacob, is, is he okay? Dad!" I yelled frantically.

Charlie pulled at me again, and this time I didn't resist, too worried about Jacob.

"He, he's okay, Bella. But..."

I felt wet drips slowly falling onto me. I looked up to see Charlie crying. What had happened when I had been gone?

"Dad, it's okay." I whispered, but I wasn't sure that it was okay at all. Someone had died, that was never okay.

Charlie didn't speak until we got into the house, setting me down on the couch as the sound of crunching gravel under wheels could be heard from outside. He sat down beside me, the tears still not stopping. I had never seen him cry like this, the tears pouring from his cheeks.

Only after a long moment did he speak.

"Bella, its Billy. He was in his truck, Jacob was gone, he...he was murdered."

My mind rushed, everything went spinning. Charlie's sobs were all I could hear, and I numbly reached out and held him. We sat there for most of the night, and all that I could think of was Jacob. What was this putting him through? If Charlie was in this kind of mess, I couldn't imagine how my best friend was taking it.

I was so numb that no tears came, and all that I could think of was Jacob. Never once did my mind go back to the Cullens.

I guess I fell asleep on the couch, though I didn't remember it. When I woke up, Charlie was lying in the recliner, snoring. His eyes were still a little puffy from crying, but otherwise he looked peaceful. I got up, intent on fixing Charlie something special for breakfast before heading over to the Black's house. Well, I guess it was just Jacob's house now. I tiptoed quietly into the kitchen, pulling out the bread, some eggs, bacon, butter, and some milk. Once I had the eggs cooking, I toasted the bread and fried the bacon. Once it was all done, I buttered the toast and poured him a glass of milk before putting everything on a plate. But then I remembered how much he liked pancakes, so I quickly pulled some Eggos out of the freezer and toasted them, throwing away the bread.

I walked into the living room once I was done, and gently shook Charlie awake. He groaned, and opened his eyes.

"Breakfast is ready," I whispered, "I made all of your favorites."

He managed a slight smile, but I could see the sadness dripping from his eyes. He had been so close to Billy, and this was taking a great toll on him. But I needed to see Jacob. I needed to be there for him.

Charlie seemed to see this in me.

"You need to be with Jacob, Bella. I'll be fine."

I nodded gladly, quickly giving him a hug before dashing to the kitchen to get my keys and running through the living room once more to run out the front door. I jumped into my truck and started up the engine, only waiting a second before going as fast as I could to La Push.

As I drove, my mind began to wander. Who could have killed Billy? No one had any reason to have a grudge against him, except for maybe the Culllens, and they weren't going to do anything. But wait...what about...her. Victoria. She knew Jacob was the main werewolf that was protecting me. She must have killed Billy to try to get Jacob off-focus. That would make it that much easier to get to me. I felt my stomach sink, and all that I could think about was how this was my fault. I knew I shouldn't have involved Jacob, or any of the wolves.

Tears came to my eyes, then. But the tears weren't for Billy. They were for what could happen to Jacob.

I got to Jacob's house faster than I thought I would, and as soon as I parked I rushed to the door, feeling my heart pounding in my chest as I knocked hard and continuously, until my knuckles hurt. The door finally swung open, and standing in front of me was Jacob, eyes puffy, shirtless, and dressed in black sweats.

"Jacob..." I whispered.

He looked at me for a minute, but then pulled me against him, sobs racking his body.

"Bella, I'm so glad I didn't lose you too." He whispered into my hair, now soaked from his tears.

I hugged him in return, holding him close. In that moment, I wanted to be so much more than his best friend. I wanted to love him, to kiss him, to lie with him and tell him everything was okay.

"Jacob, I'm so sorry I left you. I won't leave you ever again. I'm sorry about Billy. This is all my fault!"

I found that I was crying with him, and then his grip on me suddenly changed. Now he was holding me gently, lovingly. I didn't realize at first, but then it all clicked together. Jacob thought I had come back to him. He thought Edward was dead.

"Jacob," I whispered, "He's alive."

I felt the boy loosen his grip on me, and he pulled back to look into my eyes.

"W-What?" He stuttered out, and it felt as though I had just stabbed him through the heart.

It hurt to repeat it, to see the face of the boy contort into such pain, but I made myself do it.

"Edward is still alive." I whispered.


I felt my very heart shatter at the words, the hole that was his ripping open.

"No, Jacob, I-I want to be here for you. Jacob, I.."

But then I felt our lips press together, and gasped at the contact, my eyes closing. The first thing that I thought was that he was a much better kisser than Edward, but that thought stayed for only a second, before a rush of thoughts went through me. I was enjoying this so much. Did this mean that I loved him? Did I not love Edward anymore? Why did I not feel like I was betraying the Cullens? Did this mean I had sided with the werewolves?

But then we parted for air, both of us gasping, and I looked into his eyes. They were filled with passion, love, care, tenderness. And I couldn't resist him any longer. I was tired of being Cinderella. I didn't want to wait for Edward when someone just as good was standing right in front of me. I was moving along.

"Bella, I love you." He whispered, and I knew that he meant that he meant the undying love that I shared. All of the love that had unknowingly built up inside of me, and it was releasing itself right now.

"I love you too, Jacob."

Go ahead as you waste your days with thinking

When you're for everyone's hands

Another day and you've had your fill of sinking

With the life held in your

Hands are shaking cold

He smiled gently, and that confirmed it. Jacob was my Prince Charming, and this was my fairy tale.

"What about...him?" Jacob asked.

I reached out and entwined my small fingers in his big ones with my left hand.

"I'm tired of waiting for him, when someone just as good is standing right here." I said, voicing my thoughts.

"I should hope that I'm better." He said jokingly.

"Don't get cocky." I said with a smile.

He laughed, but then he got silent, his eyes looking right at me.

"Lord, I love you, Bella."

I blushed and turned my face to the side, embarrassed at his remark. But then I felt his free hand gently hold my cheek and push my face gently so that my eyes were locked with his. He leaned down, and our lips met in another passionate kiss, my eyes sliding closed.

When all ya gotta keep is strong

Move along, move along

Like I know ya do

And even when your hope is gone

Move along, move along

Just to make it through

If this was how it was always going to be with Jacob, my life was perfect. But then my mind flashed back to Victoria. Would Jacob be safe?

I pulled away reluctantly as he started to deepen the kiss, and looked into his wandering and hurt eyes.

"Jacob, are you planning to live here by yourself?" I asked.

He shook his head.

"No, I'm going to move in with Sam...I think."

I knew there was a hint of 'Do you want me to live with you?' in his tone, but I acted as though I hadn't heard it. He needed to be safe from Victoria; that was the main thing that mattered.

"That's good. know anything about..."

He knew what I was talking about, and his face fell.

"The scene reeked of vampire. It was her."

I nodded calmly, though in the pit of my stomach I felt myself almost vomit at the thought of her sudden bravery. What had it been caused by?

"Jake, Victoria is after me. It's my fault that this happened. I'm so sorry."

He shook his head violently.

"No, Bells. It's not your fault. If anyone, it is mine. I wasn't there when he needed me."

"No, Jake! You couldn't have stopped this from happening! She would have found some way around you eventually," I protested, looking down.


I looked up to see tears streaming down his cheeks once again.

"Oh, Jacob," I whispered, holding him close as he wound his arms around my back, "It's okay. We'll get through this together."

I led him into the house, sitting us both down on the small couch.

"Bella, I miss him so much." He whispered, lying down so that his head was on my shoulder.

I held him close, stroking his back as he occasionally choked on his sobs. It took several hours for him to calm down, and when he did, he fell asleep in my arms. I kissed his hair, his breath now coming in slow, rhythmic patterns.

This gave me a chance to mull over my thoughts. It seemed like my friendship with Jake wasn't awkward now that we were together, which was good. But I had to ask myself one question; Was this as good as it had been with Edward? I thought about it for a second, and then the answer came to me. Yes, this was as good as when I was with Edward, maybe better.

Then I got to thinking about how I was going to break the news to Edward. Would he try to seduce me back? I would resist if I did. Last time he had, I hadn't been in another relationship, so this time it would be easier. Then I got to thinking of him; how well he could dance, how hard he tried to be around me without biting me, the way he kissed me. But then my mind flashed back to the time right before he had left me, when he had treated me horribly, and worst of all, when he had said that he didn't want me. And he had never apologized.

I looked down at the sleeping Jacob. For a second I thought that we were moving too fast; that maybe we should slow down. But we had been friends for so long. In actuality, we were moving quite slow, but that was just because it had taken me so long to get over Edward.

Could be a night when your life ends

Such a heart that could lead you to deceiving

All the pain held in your

Hands are shaking cold

Edward. The name no longer hurt to say, which I was very happy for. I looked down at Jacob yet again. His black hair lay gently flat on his head, short stubbles of hair on his cheeks. His tan skin glistened from the tears, and his breathing was light and gentle. I smiled at the sleeping boy. He was, in that moment, comparable to Edward's beauty. He looked so gentle, like I knew he was.

I had no reason to have any fear when I was around him. I felt as though nothing could hurt me at a moment like this. I gently reached down and stroked his face, feeling the prickly hairs growing there. He twitched, and slowly opened his eyes.

"Bella?" He whispered.

"Good morning, sleepy head." I said with a smile.

He sighed, slowly sitting up and stretching.

"Are we really together, or did I just dream that again?" He asked, looking genuinely worried.

"Again? No, you didn't dream that again Jacob Black." I replied playfully.

He smiled, and gently pulled me into his arms. In that instant, all of the reasons why I had chosen him over Edward flooded into my head. Jake was warm and muscular, not cold and hard. He was gentle and intense, not mysterious and cautious. Jacob seemed real, with stubble on his face and calluses on his hands, not fake, with smooth skin and marble hands. He would never leave me, for that I was sure. Jacob was my real Romeo, not my fantasy knight in shining armor. He was mine, and I loved him. Wow, that felt as though it should sound weird, but it didn't.

So I said it again. I love Jacob Black. I love him with all of my heart. More than Edward. Now that felt weird to say, but I didn't feel guilty. I wrapped my arms around him, nuzzling into his chest.

"I love you, Bella Swan." He whispered, and it oozed with sincerity.

"I love you too, Jacob Black." I said softly, glad that I could be as sincere as him.

We sat there like that for about ten minutes, before we slowly pulled apart.

"I need to call Charlie, see if I can stay the night." I said, looking into his eyes.

"Bells, I don't think that would be best." He said, looking me sternly in the eyes.

That was something that Edward never did; we were never like this.

"Why not?" I asked, wondering why he didn't want me with him any longer.

"Bella, I'm really sad right now. It would be really easy for me to not think clearly, and to push you into something that you aren't ready to do."

I looked at him in puzzlement for a second, and then it all clicked. He meant sex. I had never had to worry about that with Edward, because it wasn't really possible. But now that I was with Jake, there was nothing stopping us from having sex right now.

"Oh." I whispered.

He nodded.

"I love you, Bella, but it just wouldn't be right for us to do that just yet. It wouldn't be fair to either of us, when we know that we aren't ready. What if you got pregnant? I'm not ready for a kid, I just can't support one."

I nodded, smiling. I was glad that he had that sort of respect for me. He didn't want to put me in a situation where we would have any desire to even think about sex.

"Well, I had better go, then. It's getting pretty late."

He smiled, leaning down and kissing me with more passion than I had ever felt before.

We parted, and both of us stood. When we reached the door, I turned to him.

"When are you going to go live with Sam?" I asked, worried for his safety.

"I'll be sleeping there tonight. I'm going to pack my bags in a few minutes, but I still need to do some things so that the house stays safe." He replied, leaning down to give me a quick peck on the lips.

"I'll walk you to your truck." He said, looking at me with a devotion that I saw when Sam looked at Emily.

I nodded, smiling and looking at him in what I felt to be with the same intensity. We walked to the truck, and he opened the door for me. I slid in and rolled down the window.

"See you tomorrow at Sam's house?" I asked.

He nodded. This time I was the one to initiate the kiss. I leaned out the window and kissed him, tilting slightly, filling it with all the passion that I could muster. I missed his touch already. That was, until he reached out and stroked my cheek gently. I weaved my arm around his neck, pulling him even closer. We finally parted, and when I opened my eyes the sun was setting. Had I really been here that long?

"I love you, Jacob Black. Stay safe, and promise me you will be over at Sam's house by night." I said, looking at the boy turned man that I loved so much.

"I love you too, Bella. I promise." He said with a grin. He pecked me on the lips, and backed away. I started the engine and slowly drove off, staring at him and returning his wave as I went.

When all ya gotta keep is strong

Move along, move along, like I know ya do

And even when your hope is gone

Move along, move along just to make it through

I got home without a worry. Life was good, as I walked into the house to see an empty pizza box and Charlie's light snoring from his bedroom. I went in and roused him for a second to tell him that I had gotten home safely, then took a long shower and went to bed, only thinking about how good life was. I didn't have a nightmare, that night. I only dreamt about Jacob holding my hand as we walked through the bright woods, stopping and kissing me every few minutes.

But when I woke up, the real nightmare started.

Okay, that is the beginning of my fanfic! PLZ review!