She pointed at the door. “Go. I asked you not to come here. You swore that you wouldn’t, and yet, here you are talking about things you know nothing about.”

I actually felt sorry for Jacob. He looked liked he’d been punched in the stomach by Emmet as she angrily spat those words at him.

“Bella…it wasn’t like that,” I intervened. Stupid, considerate vampire that I was, but I couldn’t just let her rip him to shreds for no reason.

But when she focused her gaze on me, I immediately regretted drawing her attention. “Really? How was it? Are you saying that I didn’t hear him calling you crude names and an ‘unpleasant memory’? Because I’m fairly certain I did.” She turned back to him, her anger growing with each passing second. It wasn’t like Bella. Normally she’d have her little tantrum and then instantly regret it, but today she looked like she was just getting warmed up. Maybe now would be a really good time to go hunting. Very far away. Because as soon as Jake left, all that anger would be concentrated on me. Didn’t exactly sound like fun. I’d been hoping for something just as passionate, but significantly more satisfying.

Jake started to slink past her, but his teenage, smart mouth just wouldn’t let him leave without getting the last word. He grabbed her arm, his hand like a vice around her bicep. “Things I know nothing about? Please Bella. I lived it with you. If there’s an expert out there on broken Bella it’s me. You want to be pissed at me for talking to him then be pissed, but don’t minimize what we went through together. If it wasn’t for me, where would you be right now? Who picked up the pieces both times? I did. When Alice called me from Italy with the grand news that you either had to be transformed or die, who gave up everything and everyone for you and hopped on a plane? I did.” He shook her a little with each word. Perhaps I should have interfered, but I needed to know everything my selfishness had caused.

“I didn’t even hesitate. Knowing you were going to become the very thing that I was programmed to loath, and I still packed my bags and followed you to that god forsaken place. It was me, not Carlisle, that gave you all those hormone injections so we could harvest your eggs. Me, not Edward, that stayed by your side while you screamed in agony for three fucking days.”