"Bella, Bella wait."

"No Jacob, get away from me." He cut across her, his strong physique becoming an obstacle to her way out. He wouldn't let he go, not without telling him what had happened. He knew from the beginning, that Edward Cullen did not have the slightest idea what was best for her. Bella turned around so she wouldn't have to look at him, and he wouldn't have to see her crying.

"Bella," he touched her elbow. She yanked it from him, and wiped away a single tear. She could have yanked his heart out instead and it wouldn't have made a difference. He stared at her hair. The deep brown that fell below her waist. The curls moving ever so slightly as sobs she could not hide wretched their way out of her. She was in pain, and her pain hurt him.

"Bella, listen to me," he turned her around to face him, "if he's forcing you to be with him, you can tell me. Is he hurting you in any way?"

She didn't answer, but her sobs gave her away. Anger stung Jacob. That bloodsucker hurt Bella, his Bella. A fresh wave of hysteria washed her over and she clung to him for support as new tears came. He placed an arm to her back to keep her steady, she was so weak.

"Don't go looking for him, Jacob."

"I'm going to rip that leech limb from limb."

"I don't want you to get hurt. I need you,Jacob" She looked up at him. His heart melted into his stomach to see her that way. She needed him now, and he wanted to be there. She pressed her cheek to his chest, aching for his warmth.

"You're so cold." He set her back down on the couch and rushed to the closet for a blanket that he wrapped around the both of them. She nestled up to him willingly, the curves of her body fit his perfectly. Like a jigsaw puzzle, and both pieces just as mangled.

"I didn't want to tell you because I knew you would be this mad," she whispered.

"How could he?"

"He doesn't know what he's capable of."

They were silent for a while. Even the wind outside the window seemed to have slowed down, but the snow was still as thick as ever. Bella might have been sleeping, but she shifted herself slightly to look at Jacob. He stroked her soft hair gently, and studied the features of her pale face. She was still beautiful.

"He's going to be mad you know, that i'm here."

"I won't let him hurt you." She felt the hold he had on her with his strong arms tighten. She kissed him on the forehead, and then on the lips, once, twice.

"I love you, Jacob."

"I love you too, Bella."

-End-