The Night Before

*Twilight Competition* What if Bella wasn't what she seemed? What if she wasn't feeble, fragile and... normal? All will be revealed the night before... Copyright (C)

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3. Jacob

 

“Hey Bells.” he said quietly. I hadn’t seen him in the last few weeks, since I’d announced to him that I was getting married to Edward. From that moment I thought I lost him. I thought that he would never want to see me again. Yet he was here, in my very bedroom sitting next to me. It felt good to see him again. It had been so long.

“How did you get in?” I asked quietly. Not that I minded he was here, to be honest, I needed to see my best friend. A part of me craved for him. But buried those thoughts away before I started thinking of something inappropriate. I was getting married tomorrow, for God’s sake!

“The window.” He replied glumly, jerking his thumb towards the entrance he’d used. I left it open when I went to bed, I guess Jacob must have shut it on the way in. That got me wondering; he never usually shuts the window when he comes through it. Okay, this wasn’t how my Jake acted. Why was he acting so glum, and quite? It was totally unlike him.

“Jake? Is everything okay?” I asked, scooting closer to him and resting a hand on his shoulder. He heavily sighed.

“How can everything be okay, Bella?!” he stood up growling at me. I flinched from his loud voice; I hoped Charlie wouldn’t wake up, at this moment. That was the last thing I needed.

“Jake calm down, please?” I pleaded, getting out of bed and standing in front of him. “Please calm down.” My eyes darted towards his face. He looked so pained and hurt. His eyes were red and sore, no doubt from crying. Seeing him like this felt like I was being stabbed a thousand times, and run over by a heavy truck. It was horrible.

“Bella, how could you… with that bloodsucker?” his voice hoarse, through his gritted teeth. It was like he couldn’t say the exact words. He couldn’t fool me; I knew straight away what he was talking about.

Edward. Was he still upset about me marrying Edward? I knew he wouldn’t like the thought of it, but did it still give him the excuse to be worked up so much about it? I didn’t understand.

“Jake, you know why?” I said in barely a whisper. Why was he asking me this when he knew?

He looked at me and grabbed my forearms roughly. That hurt. I mean, he was strong and he didn’t even know his own strength. “You’re marrying him so you can be something you were never meant to be?!” He semi-yelled at me. Tears were streaming down his face now, and all I wanted to do was wipe his tears and give him a big hug.

“Jake your hurting me.” I managed to say. He let go of me and sat down on my bed crying, with his head in his hands.

I walked over, and sat down beside him. “Jake, please don’t cry.” I said attempting to remove his hands from his head so he would look at me. I failed terribly.

“I don’t see why your so bothered about this?” I asked more to myself than him. Suddenly his head shot up. “So what if I’m taking a risk here?” I wondered.

“You really want to know why I’m bothered about this?” he yelled at me. This frightened at me, I wanted to run away and hide in a box.

It was never good to be around werewolves when they are angry. I mean take a look at Sam’s girlfriend, well, soon to be wife. Emily. Her face was seriously damaged all because Sam got over angry and couldn’t control himself around her. I didn’t want to end up like her, even if Sam did still love her way too much.

I was knocked out of my trance when Jacob shook me from the shoulders. “You really don’t know why I don’t want you to get married to a filthy bloodsucker?” he asked, with a serious look on his face. I couldn’t help but think he looked a bit cute when he was angry, but I pushed those thoughts away. I was going to be married to Edward tomorrow and I needed to sort out this little situation here.

“Why Jacob?” I asked softly. In all honesty I needed to know. I could feel tears brimming in my eyes, preparing myself for the answer. But somewhere deep down inside me, I felt like I knew the answer already, I just couldn’t figure it out yet.

“Because I love you, stupid!”

I froze at his answer. He loved me. Jacob Black loved me, and confessed it. I didn’t know how to reply or respond, so I just sat there. My gaze wide and tears rolling down my cheeks. Everything disappeared in my mind, but one sentence remained. My Jake loved me.

He got up and paced the floors. “Bella, if you go marry him, I don’t know what I’ll do. Especially since I know what you’re planning. I can't lose you; I can’t risk you becoming one of them.” He finished kneeling down before me.

“Bells, if this little plan of yours goes wrong, and you lose your wings, you will be the one thing I hate in this whole damn world. I will be left with no choice, but to kill you.” He said softly, caressing my check with his hand.

“What if it doesn’t go wrong?” I question quietly.

“That’s a big if Bells, hell, he doesn’t even know what you are! Plus, I don’t want to risk losing you. I don’t want to lose the only woman I’ve loved to a filthy bloodsucker that sparkles in the sun.” He sat on the bed beside me now, bringing me warmth.

“Jake, you’re not going to lose me.” I reassure, but inside I had no idea what the future was to hold. What if he did lose me?

“How can you be so sure?” he asked, eyebrows raised. He had a point. I had no idea if I were to see my wings again once Edward bit me. I just wanted to see if I could have more power than any other angel.

“I’m not Jacob.” I sighed, and looped my arm through his, resting my head on his muscle filled fore arm.

“Exactly.” He said, satisfied that I’d admitted something to him.

“I’m scared Jake.” I mumbled, after a moment of silence.

“Don’t marry him then!” he said it like it was so simple.

Alice, my soon to be sister in law, arranged the whole wedding. If I were to stop it she’d be mega pissed at me and haunt me down herself.

“It’s not that easy, Jake.” I admitted.

“Why are you marrying him anyway?” he asked out of the blue. I rolled my eyes. I thought he already knew.

“Jacob you know why.” I answered lazily.

“For more power?” he asked, not sounding too sure.

“More than any other angel in this world.” I finished off for him. My eyelids were getting heavy, and sleep was overtaking me once again.

“That’s it!” he exclaimed with joy. I jerked up my eyes open wide. All sleep has dispersed.

“What?” I asked. Eager to know what he was so happy about.

“Your only marrying him for the power, am I right?” he asked looking happy all of a sudden.

“Sort of, yes.” I answered, wondering where this will lead to.

“Sort of?” he questioned with a serious face.

“Well he isn’t a bad guy to get married to in all honesty.” I admitted. Jacob gave me a flat face and stitched his eyebrows together.

“Well, I’ll just pretend you didn’t know I was in the room, and that you’ve lost your mind.” He said mockingly.

“Jacob.” I warned. What’s with the question?”

“First tell me you’ll call of the wedding then I will tell you.” He said sternly.

“No.” I answered. I was going ahead with my plan no matter what.

“Bella please. I promise, you have power…plus what you desire the most.” He said the last part to himself, more than to me. But I still heard it.

“Jacob I’m sorry. I am going on with the wedding tomorrow. I put hard work into this and I have planned everything out. I’m not going to back out now.” I explained to him.

“Besides, what kind of power will you have to offer me? And what I desire? I don’t even know what I desire myself.” I continued. Jacob was getting a little irritated now, so I decided to close my mouth.

“Bella, I can’t explain here. If you call of the wedding and come with me…”

“No Jake.” I said putting a hand to his chest. My wedding was tomorrow and I was going to get married. I was sure to get panda eyes in the morning and Alice was going to kill me. I needed to go to sleep.

“Jake, please go. I need to go to bed.” I said.

“No! I will never let you get married to him!” he said with aggression in his voice. He picked me up and slung me over his shoulder. I couldn’t help but let out a little shriek, and my eyes went wide when he jumped out of my own bedroom window.

“Jake put me down! Now!” I said repeatedly slamming on his hard back. I didn’t think it affected him; he was all muscle after all.

“I have everything you could want. I am not handing you to that bloodsucker on a plate.” He said chuckling to himself. Okay. Now I was very pissed. What on earth is he talking about?

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