*Down on my knees, begging for forgiveness*

I know, it's been a month of Sundays since I updated last, and I deserve anything and everything you have to dish out, but I am here to try and get back in your good graces... AND to add a new chapter (Yaaayyyy!)

Since I last updated, I have added this to story to the Twilighted website. As I submit the chapters, I am rewriting them... not changing the plot, but trying to add more personality to the characters and crucial details that seemed to have been missing in this version. I have to admit, the new chapters of 50% better. As I change the chapters, I am changing them on here as well. So, along with this new chapter, I have replaced chapters 1-5 with the revised chapters from Twilighted... check them out and learn more about out two favorite characters : )

Oh! And a big thanks to all of you who have added this story to your favorites and story alerts... Every time someone adds it, an angel gets their wings : )

Just a quick note about this chapter...

This is Jacob's POV and is a little darker than my usual style of writing and starts after Charlie has thrown him out of the house when he finds him with Bella. I had to give him the chance to tell his side of the story... It was only fair. So, forgive me in advance for the filthy obscenity on your screen.

Jacob has one sick and twisted mind...

Without further adieu, may I introduce Jacob and his multiple personalities : )

Previously...

"Get the fuck out of my house and don't you ever come back... And don't worry, Billie will know exactly what went on over here. Do you understand me?" Then the door slammed closed.

Teenage Dirtbag

Chapter 17

Jacob's POV

"That little bitch!" I hissed with rage, fleeing from her house, breaking through the thick woods that bordered the road.

She had betrayed me yet again, not heeding my words and the truth in them. All she had to do was keep her fucking mouth shut. But no, she couldn't do that one simple thing. And now, after being man-handled and thrown out of her house by her foolish father, I found myself hiding behind the tree line, pacing back and forth along the outskirts of her back yard.

I stood in the shadows, focusing my attention on the light coming from her bedroom window, fighting the urge to climb inside and finish what I had started. With my eyes on the prize, my thoughts turned black as I thought about the events that had led me here, in this spot, to decide her fate.

The voices were restless today. I couldn't seem to calm them no matter how hard I tried. Sometimes, I could shut them up by slamming my fist into a wall, and other times I would pound them relentlessly into Jessica's pussy for safe keeping. But today was different. Today they were loud and persistent, repeating themselves over and over again.

Make. Her. Yours.

They knew what I really wanted, what would satisfy their appetite and quiet them forever. It wasn't the pain from my fist busting through drywall or the stink of Jessica's lukewarm cunt. I only wanted what was rightfully mine… Bella… Plain and fucking simple.

Giddy with anticipation, I had walked out of school 30 minutes before the last bell, not caring if I was caught, knowing I could talk my way out of it. Hell, I could talk my way out of anything when it came to this bunch of backwoods simpletons. I was a fucking god at this school. Everyone wanted to be me. Christ, even the teachers tripped over themselves to be in my presence, finding any excuse to talk to me or have me stay over a few extra minutes after class.

The fact that everybody else loved me, only made me even more confused as to why the hell Bella didn't want me. She was plain and homely, and had nothing to offer other than her virginity. She should have been fucking grateful that I did her dad the favor of letting her hang out with me.

It wasn't like I wanted to.

After seeing her at the house when she first came into town, I was completely turned off by her flat chest and no ass. Not to mention, the baggy clothes she was hiding it all under. She was weird, shy, unsociable… We had absolutely nothing in common. But Billy wouldn't shut up about it.

"Come on Jake. Charlie's a good friend of mine and Bella's a nice enough girl."

It wasn't until he offered to give me the rest of the money I needed to buy my car that I finally agreed.

We hung out a couple of times before we actually went on our first date. And to tell you the truth, I had all intentions of dump her ass that night… until I kissed her. She had the lips of a porn star, and I couldn't stop thinking about how good they would feel wrapped around my cock.

Every moment after that was devoted to my ultimate goal of having her tongue sliding up my rod. But, it didn't take long for me to realize that it was going to be harder than I thought. My advances were getting desperate and were getting blocked from every angle. Out of disappointment and anger at not getting what I wanted, it quickly became my mission to not only have my dick in her mouth, but to have it in her while she screamed my name. I had made bets with half of the football team, that I would take her cherry before school started.

And here we were, three months into school, her virginity still in tact, and our relationship… not.

That fucking dirtbag, Cullen, had moved in on my territory and had stolen my girl. I knew what he was after and I wasn't about to let that shit go down. If anyone was entitled to her virtue, it was me. I had put in too much time and effort to willingly giving up what had always been mine. Today was the day. I was going to take it, with or without her permission. She owed me for my pain and suffering and I was determined to get what I was due.

With that in mind, I slid my car in drive and barreled out of the parking lot of school.

Pulling into the gravel driveway in front of her house, the voices in my head became deafening and unrelenting in their demand.

Make. Her. Yours. Make. Her. Yours.

I punched the steering wheel, gritting my teeth with the pain, trying to quiet their echo and stop the tremors that were racking my body. That's when I heard it, a faint voice, pleading with me, breaking through the chaos in my head.

This is wrong. Don't do it. Turn back.

I squeezed my eyes tighter, listening to the words, concentrating on them instead of the loud evil that was screaming in my ears. There was a small part of me that knew this wasn't right, knew that I was losing both my mind and my control. But the other part of me, that wanted her, was all consuming and unwilling to back down.

Take her! Make her yours! Now or never!

I threw open the car door and jumped to my feet, trembling with both anxiety and excitement over what I was about to do. The animal in me foamed at the mouth and panted with impatience as I climbed the steps of the front porch.

The front door was locked, not that it mattered. Having snuck in once before, I knew it would be easy to open.

A couple of months earlier I had found myself in the same exact spot, eclipsed by the moonlight, contemplating the same exact thing I was now resolved to do; taking what was mine and what she had been denying me for so long. It was as simple as sliding my license between the door and the frame, and with a slight nudge, I was in her home and in her room.

That night, and not so deep into the relationship, the voices were merely whispers and easily sated. While watching her sleep, I was able to silence them by jacking off to thoughts of my cock between her legs, pumping into her while she screamed and scratched at my skin.

Shaking the memory from my mind, I shifted my dick in my pants and stretched my neck from side to side, feeling the bones crack and the tension subside. This time, Bella would be awake and the voices wouldn't be so easily silenced. They had made their demands and there would be no negotiations.

After only one pass of my license between the crack of the door, it opened, welcoming me with a shrill creak.

I stepped one foot inside and looked around. It was quiet and dark, unlike my head, which was filled with red rage, inciting retribution.

I quietly climbed the stairs and walked into her bedroom.

Immediately, I was assaulted by her scent, strong and sublime. And as I drew in a shaky breath, my mouth watered with the taste of her on my tongue. She was delicious, like candy, and I found myself needing to hold her, touch her, kiss her.

A pain hit my chest like a brick, hard and direct, causing me to double over. I was consumed, plagued, by a feeling of anger?... despair?... heartbreak?

Whatever it was, this emotion was completely foreign to me. I tried to shake it off, standing to my feet and taking in another deep breath, along with more of her.

Another pain hit, harder than before, bringing me to my knees.

What the hell is happening to me?

As my knees hit the floor, my eyes closed tight, images of Bella flashing in my head... her beautiful smile, her kind eyes. As they pulsed in and out, the voices got louder and louder.

She's nothing! She's worthless!

"She's everything," I whispered absently.

My eyes flew open at that moment, when I realized what I had just said... and why.

I love her.

I was in love with Bella Swan, and had been since the day I met her, but I never allowed myself to feel it and embrace it. I didn't believe in love. Love controlled you, left you powerless and weak. That wasn't me, it couldn't be me, and I wasn't going to let it be me. I fought it, denying myself of what I wanted, so that I had the upper hand... I was in control.

The sound of the front door opening downstairs, roused me from my thoughts and the voices from their short slumber.

It's time.

I stilled and listened.

"Daaaad?"

I heard the floorboards creak with her steps, first in the living room then in the kitchen.

After a moment of silence she was on the phone talking to Charlie.

I concentrated on her voice, trying to make out her words, and shot to the door when I heard my name.

"Before you say anything else, we need to talk... about Jacob. You're not going to like what I have to say, but regardless, you need to hear it. I'll see you at dinner."

My anger only grew at the thought of her damning me to her dad.

Why doesn't she want me? Why can't she just love me the way I fucking love her.

Her foot hit the first step and I darted behind the door… and waited.

When she walked through the door, she stopped at her bed and put down her bag, gazing in the mirror in front of her.

As soon as I saw her reflection, beautiful and perfect, I stepped out from my hiding place and into her view.

"W...What are you doing here, Jacob?" she stuttered, wrapping her arms around her body protectively.

My arms ached, wanting to hold her, wanting her to let me to hold her. But that wasn't going to happen. She didn't want me… she wanted him.

I twitched involuntarily and shh'ed her as I locked the door, dimishing any hope she had of escaping.

"Am I not good enough for you?" My hands shook uncontrollably, fighting the urge to reach out to her, wanting to hold her, wanting to hurt her.

She stiffened her stance, trying to look confident in her answer and false innocence.

"What are you talking about Jacob?"

That stupid bitch knew exactly what I was talking about and it killed me to hear her dismiss my question as if I didn't even matter enough for her to answer it.

"What am I talking about! Bella, you know you're mine, but you keep fighting me. Why do you do that?"

At that point, I couldn't hold myself back any longer. I took a step toward her, closing the distance between where I was and what I wanted.

"Jacob, stay where you are. Don't come any closer. I've got a gun right under my bed and I can reach it faster than you can reach me. So stay back."

Lies. All lies.

"I don't believe you."

To test my theory of her constant lies and deceit, I took another step forward, causing her to stumble backward and revealing her as the deceiver that she really was.

"Now's your chance!" the voices shouted in unison, controlling my mind and body, propelling me in her direction.

With my hand around her throat, I peered underneath her bed and wasn't surprised when I saw nothing but a dusty book and a rusted tin box.

I pulled her closer, forcing her to look me in the eyes and admitted, "You never were a good liar," before throwing her back against the bed.

She tryed to gain some control over her situation by rambling another lie; this one involving Charlie and how he was expected home any minute, only making herself sound even more terrified and desperate.

She was in complete denial of the fact that Charlie trusted, loved me, thought of me as his own son. He would have never believed that I meant her any harm... Although I did... Immensely.

I laid down beside her, and unable to fight the urge any longer, I pushed her shirt up to her ribs and began rubbing slow circles over her trembling stomach.

"Now, you and I both know that Charlie loves me, probably more than he loves you, and wants to see us together. Don't you want to make daddy happy?"

My hand trailed up to her breasts as I massaged them, working myself into a frenzy of which I knew there would be no return.

The tear that escaped her eye, glistened on her cheek, making me want to taste it, taste her panic and fear. As I leaned over, I ran my tongue along its trail until the tiny drop absorbed into my tastebuds, salty and sweet.

"Give yourself to me. I'll get want I want in the end, Bella, " I whispered in her ear, feeling my dick get hard at the realization that I had her right where I wanted her.

Pulling her to me, running my hands down her frail human body and my mouth over her exposed throat, I warned, "As if you could outrun me. As if you could fight me off."

I rolled my body over, hovering between her legs, and pressed my excitement into her with a grunt. This was it, what I had been waiting for, and now she was going to be mine... body and soul. Nothing could stop me now.

"Bella? Where are you?" Charlie's voice ripped its way through the fog of my euphoria.

Before she had a chance to scream, my hand flew to her mouth.

"Don't say a fucking word, or you're dead," and if it came to it, he would be too. I only hoped that she would heed my warning. Charlie had nothing to do with this and I didn't want to make this any harder than it had to be.

I quickly stood to my feet, trying to compose myself, when I heard his heavy footfalls coming up the stairs.

The knob on her bedroom door shook as Charlie tried to enter unsuccessfully.

"Bella, are you in there?"

My finger went to my mouth, silently reminding her of my warning before she had any thought of answering. But, before I could stop her, she gave me up... ratted me out to her father.

The door flew open and suddenly Charlie's hand was on my chest, holding me against the wall and away from Bella.

"Bella, what's going on. Are you alright?" His eyes never left mine, watching me and my every move.

Everything after that was a blur of yelling, pushing, falling... then the feeling of the cold hard ground of their front yard under my back.

Now, here I was, under the trees outside her house with nothing but time on my hands to plot my next move.

It wasn't like I could go home. Charlie had made it clear that Billie would know what had happened and that meant I wouldn't be able to lie my way out of it this time.

Billie loved me, but was the only person that I was never able to fool. It was like he could see the beast raging inside me. Sometimes, when he looked at me, I could have sworn there was pity in his eyes. He knew I wasn't stable, and had treated me as such; taking care of me when my rage got out of hand, consoling me before I could lose control and do something reckless.

Oh God, where was he now when I needed him most.

Billie was the one person I could always count on, and now, he would never look at me the same. I had sealed my fate and now had nothing left to lose.

At that realization, I sat under the trees, watching and waiting and finding solace in my plans for revenge.

During my wait, a cop car had arrived and set up surveillance in front of the house. The idea that a cop needed a cop to protect him and his daughter, made me laugh. After a couple of hours or so, Charlie's bedroom light when out, but Bella's stayed on.

She's waiting for something... She waiting for someone.

I found comfort in the voices return. They had been quiet for some time now and I was beginning to get lonely. Now I had a companion, someone who knew me and wanted the same thing I wanted and would make sure I got it.

My eyes began to get heavy and I found myself nodding off every so often, my head falling over and jerking myself awake. I couldn't sleep. I had things to do, plans to make.

My eyes few open after I had nodded off for... who knows how long, and that's when I saw him; Edward, climbing the tree by her window and crawling inside.

He's what she wants, not you. Its his name that she'll be panting while she's riding his cock.

The voices, my only companions, were turning on me. They were no longer consoling, but agitating, taking pleasure in my anguish.

My eyes saw red as I stood to my feet, wondering what they were doing, pacing with the visuals of what they had said ran rampant through my head.

He's fucking her. He's slamming into her up against her wall.

The voices were laughing at me and making the visuals even more clear and definite.

Before I knew it, I was I climbing the tree that I had been hiding under, making my way to the top to satisfy my wondering mind.

Once I could go no further, I settled on a thick branch sticking out over the yard and hesitantly looked to her window. Even though I had already assumed what they were doing, it didn't make seeing it any easier. Bella was straddling Edwards lap, the both of them moving together toward the same goal. Her mouth was open, eyes closed, face flushed; a vision of pure ecstasy that I had once thought I would see while she was in my arms, in my bed.

As sick as it made me, I couldn't take my eyes off of her. I watched it all; his name leaving her mouth, her body trembling as she came, and her collapsing in his arms... not mine.

I closed my eyes, grabbing the sides of my head, the beast screaming out in pain.

The voices resumed and were louder than ever, consuming any part of my sanity that was left.

I had to get away, I had to leave before I wasn't able to, before I did something I wasn't able to take back.

Scared of the violence in my thoughts, I jumped from the tree and ran.

I ran from the temptation.

I ran from the opportunity.

I ran from the voices in my head telling me to "Kill him... Kill them both!"

Okay... I warned ya. So what did you think about our little psycho? Do you still hate him or do you pity him? I would love to hear your thoughts on the subject... Let's take a poll. Are you a hater or a sympathizer?