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If there were no monsters and no magic

Summary:
What if Bella chose Jacob? Would she still get her happy ending?


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2. Chapter 2

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Bella’s POV

“Bells, I just – I don’t know what to say. I’m sorry,” he said with tears falling down his face.

“Please, Jacob, please don’t do this.” I whispered.

“I can’t help it, you know that. I don’t have a choice.”

“Yes, you do. You do have a choice. You don’t have to do this. You can stay.”

“I can’t, Bella. I’m so sorry.”

“What about me? You married me, Jacob , ME ! Are you seriously going to end this over some stupid werewolf legend?”

“Do you think I want to do this? I love you, Bella, but I can’t help it. Maybe you should blame your stupid bloodsucker. You know the one who you still dream about? Don’t look at me like that, I’m not stupid. You say his name every night,” he spat out.

“Jacob, we can’t keep having this same fight over and over again. I’m so tired of it. I picked you. I love you.”

“Yeah, well, lucky for you, this is the last time you’ll have to have this fight. Just go back to the leech like we both know you want to.”

“Bella?” Leah was staring at me, waving her hand in front of my face to get my attention.

“Sorry, guess I zoned out.”

“Here,” Leah said softly and handed me some dry clothes. “You can sleep in the guestroom. We’ll talk in the morning if you want, okay?”

“Thanks,” I mumbled and followed her down the hall to the room. She gave me one last look and left me alone. I changed into the dry clothes and climbed into bed. I curled into a ball and began to sob. I wrapped my arms around the hole in my chest and tried desperately to breathe.

Jacob’s POV

I pulled the shorts on and tried to catch my breath. Under any other circumstances, running would have calmed me down, but today it only made it worse. Worse because for the first time in three years it was anger – not choice – that turned me. Worse because I didn’t want to hear the sympathetic voices in my head. Worse because none of those sympathetic voices – except for Sam – could really understand.

.I wondered how I could make her understand that I really had no control over this. I never meant for this to happen. We’ve only been married for a year. I would have never gone into work today if I’d known it was going to happen. Damn those bloodsuckers. Would they not be satisfied until I had nothing left?

“Bella?” I called opening the door to our house.

No answer. I walked through the house looking into each room. I noticed the bedroom door was closed. Maybe she’d gone to sleep. It was pretty late. I opened the door slowly, so I wouldn’t wake her up if she was sleeping. I really hoped she was awake. I said some pretty terrible things to her. I had to apologize.

But the room was empty.

She was gone. She couldn’t have gone far, though, because her truck was still here. I called her cell phone, and a lump formed in my throat when I heard it ring from the kitchen. She never left her cell phone at home. Maybe she’d just gone on a walk to cool off.

After an hour, I called everyone I could think of – Charlie, Dad, Sam, Quil, Embry, even Paul – but no one had heard from her or seen her.

After two hours I decided to call the stupid psychic bloodsucker. Maybe she knew where Bella had gone. She might have even talked to her. I know they still talked sometimes even though Bella would never admit that to me.

“Damn it!” I yelled when I realized I didn’t have Alice’s number. The only number I had was his number.

Just the thought of calling him was enough to make the red haze wash over me and my hands to shake. I closed my eyes and concentrated on breathing in and out for a few minutes.

When the red haze had faded, I dialed his number. I was about to hang up when he finally answered.

“What do you want?”

“Can you ask the psychic bloo – I mean Alice – if she’s heard from Bella?” I asked trying to keep my voice steady.

“Why would I do that, dog? Can you not keep up with your own wife?” Edward snarled.

I nearly hung up right then, but I needed to know if they’d heard from her.

“Look, I don’t want to talk to you anymore than you want to talk to me, but Bella’s gone. Her truck is still here, her cell phone is still here, but she’s gone, and I’ve already called everyone I can think of.”

“We haven’t heard from her,” Edward said coldly after a minute.

“If you,” I started, but he cut me off.

“Even if we had heard from her, we wouldn’t tell you unless she wanted you to know.”

I slammed the phone on the receiver so hard it broke in two, but I didn’t care about that. I ran for the front door and barely made it out before I was running once again.