Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight...FML

Warning: Things get violent, and oh, there's blood.

Bella (POV)

After hearing my begging, James simply laughed, while roughly throwing me onto the floor. Tears fell from my eyes as the side of my face hit the cold floor, stinging my cheek and bruising my arm. I shut my eyes tightly, not wanting to give the sonofabitch the satisfaction of seeing me cry, but the tears made their way out, running down sideways and onto the floor.

I didn't want to die, and I didn't want to get raped. There was so much I wanted to do, so many dreams that hadn't been fulfilled, and so many things that I would never get to see. I wanted to my friends get married. I wanted Emmett to come to me and tell me I was going to be an Aunt, because I knew I would make one hell of an Aunt. I wanted to see Edward get down on one knee and ask me to be his forever, to be his wife. I wanted to see his smile when I said yes. I also wanted. . . I wanted to be a mom. I wanted to see my stomach get big, and no one could make fun of me because I could proudly say I was carrying Edward's child. Our child. I wanted to hear our baby's laughter, and I wanted to hear the first time he or she called me mommy.

But I would never get that because my past doomed my future.

"Hmm, how should I take you? Come on Bella! Tell me how you want it. You never had a problem telling me how you wanted to be fucked." I wanted to tell him to go fuck himself, but before the words could escape my lips I felt his large hand grab my shoulder. With one swift move, I was on my back, leaving me feeling exposed and vulnerable, while James stood over me – a position of power.

Before I could even register what was going on – let alone defend myself – James was on top of me. He used his knees to spread my legs apart and then he went in between them. I fought against him, using my hands to try to push him of me, but it was useless – bastard was much stronger than me. Grabbing my wrists with his hands, he pinned them down over my head, smirking as he looked at me.

Using his body weight, he stopped me from struggling, smiling in triumph before kissing my neck.

"Get the fuck off me!" I screamed, but my screams wouldn't save me. He knew that and so did I. I tried moving but his body was pressed so hard against mine I could only wiggle under him, and the fucker seemed to enjoy it. I wanted to throw up when I felt his hard on. Then I really almost threw up when he started rubbing his dick against me. I felt his hand release one of my wrists so I took that opportunity to hit him with everything in me. With my index finger, I jabbed him in the eye, causing him to let out a pained cry.

When I thought I would be able to push him off, he used his free hand to punch me on the side of my face. Fuck, it hurt so badly. Tiny, white spots clouded my vision. James, using one hand, held both of my wrists, and used the other to rip the top buttons off my shirt, leaving me partly exposed. A sob escaped my mouth as fear crept into my body, my bravery and will to fight slowly vanishing.

Through my tears, I saw James roughly shake his head. His left eye remained squinted, but otherwise he looked like he was no longer in pain. Then his lips were everywhere, and I shook violently against him. He was going to try to take the rest of my shirt off when the sounds of glass shattering filtered through the room.

My tears ceased as hope filled me. James let out a noise, similar to a growl, and then suddenly he was no longer on top of me. I was able to breathe fully again, and I quickly crawled away. My eyes focused on the scene before me, and I gasped out of sheer surprise.

I was saved, and by someone I didn't expect.


They wrestled each other, both using any means to win. Both of them were muscular and they both seemed to be skilled fighters, but James fought dirty. I quickly stood up, but it was difficult to stay standing because as soon as I got up the world started spinning. My hands went to my head, my eyes shut closed, and my breathing was hard. I didn't know what was going on with me, but I hoped that it would stop. Once I got control of my emotions, I opened my eyes to see James on top of Jacob, but that wasn't what caught my attention. They were fighting, yes, but for an object that was held by both of their hands.

A gun.

Whipping my head around, I looked for any object that would help. I saw the lamp and rushed towards it. I grabbed it, but when I pulled it, it didn't completely come loose. I let out an aggravated pant when it continued not to budge. I lost hope for the lamp and I looked around for something else, but a noise stopped me from moving. It was a loud pop. I begged internally as I slowly turned around to see who had shot who.

There was a fight for the gun, and James had won.

Jacob laid there, blood staining his shirt, and gasping for breath, while James stood over him triumphantly. A pained sob escaped my throat, causing James to break away his gaze from Jacob and on to me.

"Looks like your knight and shining armor failed you," James said, smirking.

I made a move to run, to get the fuck out of there and get help, but I stopped when he aimed the gun at me. I didn't know what to do; I mean there wasn't a class at school that told you what to do when someone points a gun at you. Fuck, that class would have come in handy right now.

Coming closer, James played with the safety of the gun, taunting me.

"James, just please go," I begged.

He shook his head. "I can't do that, Bella. Too much has happened, and you've seen too much. Besides, I killed one person, why shouldn't I add another person to the list?"

I started trembling as he got closer.

I was so focused on the gun that I didn't notice Jacob crawling towards James. Using his bloody hand, Jacob grabbed James right foot and yanked it, causing him to fall to the floor.

"Bella grab the gun!" Jacob said, his voice strained and weak.

I saw that the gun had landed a few feet away from James, so I quickly grabbed it, holding it in my trembling hands. James stared at me breathless, his eyes narrowing in on the gun. He remained on the floor, but then used his two arms to support himself as he slowly got to his knees.

"You wouldn't dare," he said as he stood up. I looked at Jacob who was breathing harshly, his face pressed to the floor. Blood was all over the floor, and I felt like gagging. Shit, I had no idea how long Jacob could last or how long I could stay in control of this situation.

"Try me," I said, trying to sound braver than I felt.

He smirked as he took a threatening step closer. "Give me the gun, Bella. I know you won't shoot me."

I bit my lip as the anger built up inside me. Who the fuck was he to tell me what I could and couldn't do? He didn't know shit about me or what I was capable of. I was a cop's daughter for fucks sake!

After I took the safety off I then aimed the gun at James head. Quickly, I lowered the gun and shot him in the leg, causing him to cry out in pain as he fell to the floor.

"Bitch you shot me!" he cried out as he clutched his leg.

Keeping the gun pointed at him, I walked over to the far corner of the room where the phone was. I dialed 911, begged for help, gave them my address, told them my friend and an asshole was shot, and hung up.

I made sure that James wasn't a threat – he was still holding on to his wounded leg – and I slowly knelt down next to Jacob's body. Slowly, I turned him over so he was lying on his back. This caused him to wince in pain as he bit his lip to keep him from letting out a pained cry. His breathing was no longer harsh, but slow and faint.

"Thank you. Thank you so much," I said as I looked at his bloody form, tears welling up in my eyes. He gulped as tears also welled up in his eyes.

"All I ever wanted was for you to love me," he whispered as his eyes closed.

I let out a pained sob as Jacob slowly died in front of me.

From the start, I had planned for Jacob to die. Sorry, but I hope you guys like him a little bt better now. I mean, he practically saved Bella...

I know that have been EPIC FAIL, and I am sincerely sorry. I never planned on taking this long, but I just lost inspiration for this story. Everytime I would try to write - and oh did I try - nothing would come out. I do promise that I will FINSIH this story. I just beg you to be patient with me.

Big thanks to the people below for reminding me that I needed to get my ass in gear. I seriously wouldn't have written this chapter if it weren't for you guys reminding me I had a story to finish:



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