A/N: Hi readers! Newest fic, sort of given up on the former story, Total Eclipse Of The Heart, sorry. But, I watched Eclipse, and you know that scene where all you Jacob lovers cried? Where he was hurt? [I admit, I cried] Well, I've been having nightmares about it, since I have this thing for hating any pain inflicted on someone without being able to help them. So, this is me unleashing that motherly instinct thing. ;D Review please!
Couple: Jacob/OC.
Summary: At first, she's only there for because of her Mother. She's just an innocent teenager, no life, no dreams, no idea what exist outside her own world. She meets him - and thinks nothing of him. He meets her - gravity just moved. Will love sprout? Or will a heart be broken?
Disclaiming: Oh yeah, I totally own Twilight. - rolls eyes - Kidding. I'd be re-writing Breaking Dawn.
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Prologue:
J a c o b
If I'd been better looking, if I'd been richer, If I'd been shorter, If I'd been quicker, if Edward hadn't come back. . . So many if's. Why so many? Why couldn't there just be one positive? I stared at the small mirror at the back of my door, wondering what Bella saw when she looked at me. A peasant? An odor? An unwanted lover? All of those things? It's too late to think like that. Bella's getting married. I'll still be here, and she'll think about me, even if she doesn't want to. The worse has been done.
Chapter One
D e s t i n y
I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror. I was never as good looking as my sisters, with their lustrous black hair and appealing azure eyes. I'd been the brown - headed with grey eyes. It figures, as I had a different father. I was pretty, just not beautiful like my sisters. I swept my curls into a pony tail and quickly brushed my teeth while I heard Sienna, the eldest, knock furiously on the door.
"Destiny, I will be late for my hair dresser, and I will charge you to pay for a trim," she growled.
I had to admit, I was only in the bathroom because I was nervous. I had to share a room with Grace, the second youngest, before me. Generally, she was a nice person, despite her Scorpio flare. Though I loved her and all, I could never admit anything to her, could never tell her those secrets that got me down.
"Destiny! Come to the car! We'll be late!" Mother called, annoying the crap out of me.
All of my nervous thoughts disappeared for a moment. I sighed, pulled back the strands of hair that had escaped the lackey band, and hurried out of the bathroom.
"About time!" Sienna growled at me.
I rolled my eyes and stumbled towards the stairs, grabbing my coat as I hurried after Mother. Mother was tall, and lean, and had no curves - she was very ordinary looking, except for her wild black curls. She had pretty blue eyes, like her daughters, besides me. I had four sisters; Sienna, the oldest, Tia, the second oldest, Melanie, the third oldest and Grace, the second youngest. I didn't get along with them very well, but my Father ( out of the picture now ) didn't get along with the other daughters either.
My life is really confusing.
Sienna, Tia, Mel and Grace were all in University, so I was the only one who ever went out with Mother, besides weekends. "Where are we going?" I asked, sitting in the passenger seat. We lived at the far end of La Push, it was quiet, and sort of . . .nice.
"We're going to Billy Black's," she laughed softly, which made me ask the obvious.
"Why?" I asked with little enthusiasm. I'd didn't really know anyone from around here. I mean, I'd seen them around and everything, maybe even said hi once or twice, but Mother didn't like mixing with 'less fortunate' people.
"I need to go to Seattle for a little while, and Billy offered to baby sit you," she answered, then her expression changed suddenly - saddened - , "honey, be nice to his son. He was in an accident yesterday, and the doctor had to do something...". I scowled.
"Mother, I'm fifteen, I don't need babysitting." I crossed my arms, stubbornly, but we pulled into the Black's drive way before I had any more time to argue. I didn't have any chance to ask about what the doctor had done.
"I cooked for you and the Black's, be good," Mother handed me a pot of what smelled like her famous spaghetti. I grimaced, pecking her on the cheek as I took my backpack and the pot.
"Have fun," I mumbled as I stepped on the tile stones, towards the front door. Billy has already opened the door and was smiling. Billy Black was in his late forties, early fifties, but he looked older because of his wheel chair. He wore a pull over and a pair of jeans, while his slight grayed hair hung loosely.
"You must be Destiny," he smiled warmly as he spoke, "I'm Billy, and uh, my son, whose currently resting is Jacob." He gestured for me to come in as he wheeled himself backwards, making room.
"Pleasure to meet you," I smiled, handing him the pot, "Mother decided she'd feed us." Billy chuckled and wheeled himself to the kitchen. I followed, hesitating slightly. The house was tidy, but it was so small and old, it made it look less tidy.
"You're welcome to go introduce yourself to Jacob. He's awake," Billy's friendly voice had hardened slightly, as if he was thinking about something painful. I smiled and nodded, moving into what I thought was the hallway. I was correct.
Jacob's bedroom was the only room in the hall, except the bathroom and laundry. At first, I didn't really want to go inside. I mean, if he wanted to be alone, I should leave him right? I slid into the small gap that had been left open. Jacob's bedroom was a shoe box. It was small, with just a single bed and chest of drawers. He didn't look up when I entered. I could tell he was awake, although his eyes were closed. His right arm, shoulder and torso was bandaged. I could see very little of him, though he wore no shirt. The bandage had let up a little, and exposed a very black bruise.
"Ah, I'm Destiny." I mumbled softly, staring at him. I could see he was sweating, and crying at the same time.
There were a few towels and clothes on the floor, and hesitating, I picked up a large towel and moved towards him. He didn't look like he was breathing. Hesitantly, I wiped the sweat off his forehead, trying to soothe the very, very tall boy. I hadn't noticed that at first - how tall and muscular he really was - under the bandages. He didn't speak. He needed a new bandage - that was obvious - but I wouldn't do anything unless he asked. I had a feeling I'd be waiting a while.
A long while. Yet, I was determined to help.
A/N: Hi readers. The next chapter is being written as you read this! I realize this chapter is rough, and later on, I will probably re read the chapters, but give it a go and review. ;] I've already enjoyed writing with Destiny and Jacob. If there are any typos, please politely correct me. :]
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