This was going to be a comic, but it got too long.
This thought occurred to me today.
Edward Cullen gets a bad rap for watching Bella sleep. Well, let's talk about Jacob Black for a minute.
1. Jacob kisses Bella against her will, meanwhile making it impossible for her to escape.
He still had my chin-his fingers holding too tight, till it hurt-and I saw the resolve form abruptly in his eyes.
"N-" I started to object, but it was too late.
His lips crushed mine, stopping my protest. He kissed me angrily, roughly, his other hand gripping tight around the back of my neck, making escape impossible. I shoved against his chest with all my strength, but he didn't even seem to notice.[...] I grabbed at his face, trying to push it away, failing again. He seemed to notice this time, though, and it aggravated him. His lips forced mine open, and I could feel his hot breath in my mouth.
Acting on instinct, I let my hands drop to my sides, and shut down. I opened my eyes and didn't fight, didn't feel... just waited for him to stop.[...] I pretended I was a statue and waited.
Finally, he let go of my face and leaned away.
"Are you done now?" I asked in an expressionless voice.
"Yes," he sighed. He started to smile, closing his eyes.
2. Following this, Bella punches Jacob in the face, which breaks her hand-yet Jacob remains mighty darned delighted with himself, and still doesn't take "no" for an answer.
When he got into [his car], he was whistling.
"Didn't I hurt you at all?" I asked, furious and annoyed.
"Are you kidding? If you hadn't started screaming, I might not have figured out that you were trying to punch me.[...]"
"I hate you, Jacob Black."[...]
"You're just mad. I don't have any experience with this kind of thing, but I thought it was pretty incredible myself.[...] You're going to think about it tonight. When he thinks you're asleep, you'll be thinking about your options.[...] Just think about it, Bella."
"No," I said stubbornly.
"You will. Tonight. And I'll be thinking about you while you're thinking about me."[...] He grinned over at me. "You kissed me back."
3. Jacob brags to Bella's father about the incident and they have a jolly good laugh. Hmm, perhaps Bella's father influenced her taste in men by not being the best male role model. "You sexually assaulted my daughter, hm? Ah ha ha! 'Atta boy."
"She thinks she broke her hand," I heard Jacob tell him. I went to the freezer and pulled out a tray of ice cubes.
"How did she do that?" As my father, I thought Charlie ought to sound a bit less amused and a bit more concerned.
Jacob laughed. "She hit me."
Charlie laughed, too, and I scowled while I beat the tray against the edge of the sink.[...]
"Why did she hit you?"
"Because I kissed her," Jacob said, unashamed.
"Good for you, kid," Charlie congratulated him.[...]
"How's your hand?" Charlie asked as I walked by. [...] Jacob lolled next to him on the sofa, perfectly at ease.
I lifted the ice pack to show it off. "It's swelling."
"Maybe you should pick on people your own size," Charlie suggested.[...]
"Why don't you arrest me, Dad?" I suggested. "I'm the one throwing punches."
Charlie raised an eyebrow. "Do you want to press charges, Jake?"
4. Jacob cons consent from Bella by threatening suicide.
He glanced up at the sun and then smiled at me. "There's a pretty serious fight brewing down there. I don't think it will be that difficult to take myself out of the picture."
His words sank into my brain, slowly, one by one, and I couldn't breathe.[...] "Oh, no, Jake! No, no no no," I choked out in horror. "No, Jake, no. Please, no." My knees began to tremble.
"What's the difference, Bella? This will only make it more convenient for everyone.[...]"
"No!" My voice got louder. "No, Jacob! I won't let you!"
"How will you stop me?" he taunted lightly, smiling to take the sting out of his tone.
"Jacob, I'm begging you. Stay with me." I would have fallen to my knees, if I could have moved at all.[...] "I won't run away. I've changed my mind. We'll work something out, Jacob. There's always a compromise. Don't go!"[...]
He turned to walk away.
"Anything," I called after him in a strangled voice. "Anything you want, Jacob. Just don't do this!"
He paused, turning slowly. "I don't really think you mean that."
"Stay," I begged.
He shook his head. "No, I'm going." He paused, as if deciding something. "But I could leave it to fate."
"What do you mean?" I choked out.
"I don't have to do anything deliberate-I could just do my best for my pack and let what happens happen." He shrugged. "If you could convince me you really did want me to come back[...]"
"Come back," I whispered. How could he doubt that I meant it?
He shook his head, smiling again. "That's not what I'm talking about."
It took me a second to grasp what he was saying, and all the while he was looking at me with this superior expression-so sure of my reaction. As soon as the realization hit, though, I blurted out the words without stopping to count the cost.
"Will you kiss me, Jacob?"[...]
I knew he would take advantage of the situation. I expected it. I held very still-my eyes closed, my fingers curled into fists at my sides-as his hands caught my face and his lips found mine with an eagerness that was not far from violence.
I could feel his anger as his mouth discovered my passive resistance. One hand moved to the nape of my neck, twisting into a fist around the roots of my hair. The other hand grabbed roughly at my shoulder, shaking me, then dragging me to him. His hand continued down my arm, finding my wrist and pulling my arm up around his neck. I left it there, my hand still tightly balled up, unsure how far I could go in my desperation to keep him alive. All the while his lips, disconcertingly soft and warm, tried to force a response out of mine.[...]
His burning hand found the skin at the small of my back, and he yanked me forward, bowing my body against his.[...] Then both of his arms were constricted around my waist, and his lips found my ear.
"You can do better than this, Bella," he whispered huskily.[...] I shook my head mechanically until one of his hands wound back into my hair and stopped me.
His voice turned acidic. "Are you sure you want me to come back? Or did you really want me to die?"
OK let it be known I'm on Team Who Gives a Shit because these are fictional people and the story's not going to turn out any other way than the author wrote it. Also that I'm not all like "poor Bella" throughout the whole series because she pulled some downright despicable shit too, but this is a one-shot post and not an all-inclusive Twilight rant.