Disclaimer: All characters are Stephenie Meyer's. I, in no way, have helped her create these characters. I have only placed them in these awkward situations.

I had never expected either one of them to be so horrible in the end. Perhaps the vampire was worse, for taking advantage of me in my weak state. Maybe the werewolf was worse, for making me go to the vampire in the first place, and taking the only thing I had. Either way, both of them took advantage of me, and that is not something I'm prepared to forgive either of them for. Hm, I guess in the end, I do end up with Mike Newton. Who knew?

Flashback

"Jacob!" I called out as he came to the side of my truck.

"Bella!" he called back, just as excitedly as me. He scooped me up in one of his infamous bear hugs. "It seems like forever since I've seen you, honey!"

"It was yesterday, Jacob," I said and laughed. "Um, Jake? I can't really breathe."

"Oh, right. Sorry" he looked down and blushed. "Hey, wanna go to the garage? I have something to show you."

"Um, sure, Jake, I don't see why not." I practically ran to keep up with his long, steady strides. I couldn't help but keep stealing glances at him. He was just so unbearably hot, the way his raven colored hair would keep falling in his eyes while he would grunt, frustrated, and put the hair back in place behind his ear. Or maybe it was the way, even through the black shirt, his muscles bulged with every movement. I don't think it was any of these things really. I think it was the way every time he would see me, he would let his guard down, smiling hugely, his perfectly white teeth contrasting beautifully against his dark russet skin.

"You ok, Bella?" I could hear the smile in his voice when he asked me.

"Huh?" I hadn't realized I'd been staring. "Oops. I'm sorry, Jake. I-I-I didn't mean to stare," I stuttered, looking down at the ground. "That's just great, dipshit," I yelled at myself in my head.

"It's ok, Bella, really. I'm used to it," he said arrogantly. I just 'pshed' in response. "We're here."

I looked up. The garage hadn't changed one bit from the last time I was here, yesterday. Whatever. Jake grabbed my hand and dragged me inside. One thing was different though. There was a couch. "Why do you need a couch in a garage?"

"Ya know, incase I get tired and I don't wanna go back home. Just an easy napping place," he answered a tad bit too defensively. I nodded in understanding.

He grabbed my wrist and gently pushed my on the couch, while he took the cushion right next me and faced me.

"So what have you been up-" I was suddenly cut of by Jacob's warm hands caressing my face while he forced his lips on mine. I gasped, and he took advantage of the situation by plunging his tongue into my mouth. "Jake!" I said, but it was muffled because of his mouth.

"Yes, Bella?" he moaned.

"Would you kindly remove you lips and hands from my face?" I asked politely.

"What?" he asked, acting like he couldn't hear or comprehend what I was saying.

"I said," I snapped my head back so I could get it out clearly, "let go of me!"

This did nothing to stop him. Instead, it made him angry. He grabbed both my ankles and drug me from my sitting position to having my legs wrapped around his hips. "That's better, isn't it?" he asked, rhetorically.

"Jacob," I said, my voice shaking. "What are you doing?"

What a stupid question. I already knew what he was doing. I'm not that stupid, but I hoped if I denied it, it would work. I was wrong.

He pinned my both hands in one of his to the arm of the couch. "Giving us both what we want."

I started crying, "Jacob, no please! I'm begging you. I'll do anything, just not this!"

"Oh, honey," he said, temporarily letting go of my hands to remove his shirt, then replacing his hand, "the only thing I want is to make love to you."

I almost snorted. How the hell could he call raping me "making love"?

He used his free hand to quickly rip my shirt from my body. He pressed his lips against mine, smiling, and tore off my shorts as well. I started to squirm underneath him, a futile attempt considering he weighed like 300 pounds.

He started to bite my lower lip, and groaned. I was disgusted. Did he actually get pleasure from doing this to me.

"Jacob!" I screamed from underneath his massive body. "Please!"

He smiled. The sadistic bastard actually had the nerve to smile! I frantically started kicking, but that, of course, did nothing to harm him.

He finally pulled his lips away, but only to run them down my jaw line and back up, then run them down my neck.

I was too busy paying attention to what his mouth was doing to realize his free hand has wandered down to my clit. He inserted two fingers into me, and I gasped. That, apparently, was what he wanted to hear. He brought his lips back up to mine and kissed even more ferociously than before while pumping his fingers inside me, going faster and harder with each thrust.

He released my hands and I slapped him, only hurting myself in the process. He laughed at the shock on my face.

With his newly freed hand, he ripped of my bra and started massaging my breasts. I had to swallow several times to prevent crying, afraid that he might want that. He then started sucking on my newly exposed breasts.

"Burn in hell, Jacob Black," I said calmly, but with obvious passion.

"I'll meet you there," he said so coldly, I wasn't even sure if he said it. He must've seen the pain on my face because he said, "good, now will you please shut up? Unless, of course, you're screaming my name in ecstasy or moaning with pleasure. I wouldn't be surprised."

After he was done with his speech, he went back to sucking on my breast, while his hand was still pumping his, now three, fingers in me.

After what seemed like hours, he finally withdrew his fingers and gently kissed me on the forehead.

"Get ready, bitch. We're about to have some fun."

I gulped, not quite sure on what to do now. "Please," was my brilliant response, since it worked so well the first five times.

He slowly, almost teasingly, removed my underwear. He leaned down and started to eat me out, pushing his tongue in and out of my lips. I began to pant and he knew it. He started working faster, sticking his tongue in and out while rubbing me too.

Then, he pulled his tongue out, but only to be replaced with something much larger, I was sure.

I was right. He slowly removed his pants to reveal himself to me. It was huge. I sharply took in a breath, and with his enhanced hearing, and he noticed.

"Ten inches long, five inches thick," he announced proudly.

I grimaced. "Please, Jacob. Don't do this. It won't fit!" I gasped.

He ignored me and put four fingers in me. He only did that for about ten seconds before smiling hugely, and I knew it was time. I started balling so hard I couldn't breathe.

He put the tip at my entrance and started teasing me with it.

"Just get it over with," I pleaded while gritting my teeth together.

"Oh, but you're gonna want to remember this moment, honey. It's the day you gave me your innocence."

"I didn't give you anything. You stole it," I whispered, almost inaudible.

"Just keep telling yourself that.

It was then, right after he finished his sentence that he shoved his massive cock into me. I screamed because he kept pushing, right through my barrier. I could feel the blood seeping down my leg. He wouldn't wait for me to adjust to his massive size. Instead, he kept thrusting harder and faster with each thrust in. Occasionally, he would moan or grunt in pleasure, while I would lie there crying. I wanted to die so badly. Right there, right then.

He started to cum inside me, and he kept moaning as he emptied himself inside me. He thrust a couple more times inside me to make sure he got it all out.

"That wasn't so bad, now was it, Bella?" he said with such a cockiness I wanted to snap his neck.

I was silent. I emptied myself of tears halfway into being raped.

"Since it was so great, I think I'll continue," he smiled.

I screamed no at the top of my lungs and started thrashing around like a fish out of water. "Please no more!" I said over and over until it was nothing but my mouth moving in the familiar pattern.

"Open wide," he laughed and pressed his dick against my lips.

I shook my head but that was nothing to him. He just pushed his way through, like he always does. Pushes until he gets what he wants.

He was back at moaning again as he thrust himself inside my mouth. He took a knife from under the couch cushion (since he couldn't use his strength to make me bite or anything) and held it to my throat. My eyes widened at the sight.

"Bite down or I'll slit your throat," he said menacingly. I obeyed. I didn't really have a choice. He would keep moaning and ordering me to do things. He would say bite harder, I would bite harder. He would say to squeeze it, I would squeeze it. Soon after, he came in my mouth. He ordered me to swallow with a smile. I did.

He finally got off of me and ordered me to put my clothes on so he could drive me home.

He led me around to the passenger's side of his Rabbit and pushed me in while he got in the drivers side. We drove in complete silence with his large, hot hand on my thigh. If I tried to push it off, he would slap me and call me a whore. We finally got to my house and he told me to get out.

"I love you, Bella, and I'll be expecting you in La Push soon."

All I could do was nod. I watched as he drove away then opened the door and ran up the stairs to the bathroom to take a shower, to burn the memories, his touch, from my mind.