How can you swallow so much sleep?
Switches between Seth and Jake, but mostly stays on Seth. I will continue other stories, just need to get this idea out of my head haha, the story description pretty much says it all. Sorry for not posting in forever...life is one hell of a drug. :P
Prologue
"We almost there?"
"Yes Seth, almost there." My father said gruffly.
"Good."
Heading home to moms today, parents were divorced when I was ten, and my sister was twelve, that was 6 years ago. I ended up with dad, Leah with mom. I didn't particularly like my dad at the moment, we were arguing over my curfew. It's been a long time since I saw mom, I usually only got to see her for a week, then left back for Oregon, where my father lived, as opposed to my mother, who lives in a little Indian reservation called La Push in Washington. I stayed with dad for the rest of the year, but for one full week during the summer I was forced to live with her.
If I am being completely honest, I don't care for either of my parents. My father is an ass, who HATES when he is forced to bring me to La Push…he can't stand the place, though he won't exactly tell me WHY he hates it so much. My mom is on a council or something, and refuses to leave the place.
My mother…she is one odd woman, but that's a story for another time. How my parents ever fell in love in the first place is beyond me…dad says it was love at first sight, but that sounds like bull to me, the story is always slightly different everytime he tells the story of the first meeting…it's become obvious to me over the years it's a lie, but I just don't question it anymore, mostly because I know if he won't tell me why, its either for a good reason, or I am suppose to have enough sense just not to ever bring it up.
I switched the radio to pop and my dad's face of disapproval flash as Lady Gaga crooned about you and I.
"You like this stuff huh?"
"Ya…I like Lady Gaga, so?"
"Nothing just…son…I have a serious question." I stared at him, the worst most awkward conversations between us always started with 'I have a serious question'.
"Ya?"
"Are you a homosexual?" I just stared at him to see if he was saying it jokingly, but his face showed no sign of humor, in fact he looked…I can't quite get the word for it, like he was afraid of my answer.
"W-what makes you say that?"
"Not just the music son…your fashion sense, the earring, you're 16 and haven't even kissed another girl…and you have a lot of friends who are girls…"
"Dad that doesn't automatically mean…"
An ear ringing bang filled my ears, the window on my father's side caved inwards and glass flew at me, I felt it cut up the left side of my body. I was flung into the door and my right arm went straight into the window, shattering it. My head slammed into the dashboard and my body went limp as the car tumbled, the other car that hit us flew over us into a ditch and we continued to tumble down the road. I felt something wet, warm, and smelling of copper dripping down my face, blinding my left eye. The car finally stopped tumbling. I sat there paralyzed before coughing up blood, and realizing I had pieces of glass stuck in my face, arms, stomach, and something sticking out of my left leg, something white…oh, my bone. I turned on my dad; he looked ok…except for a huge piece of glass sticking out of his chest, and blood dribbling down his chin in a constant stream from his mouth.
"S-Seth…" he garbled.
"D…daddy…" I whimpered, the pain coming in unbearable waves.
"Y-you are going…to be…fin.." he coughed and blood started pumping and dripping from his chest down the glass.
"Seth…I…not make…it…you…will…it's…hard…to kill…." He got completely silent and I thought he was dead before he turned and looked right into my eyes.
"In my…old room…find…journal…my…journal…find out…why…I…..left…La….Push…..wolves…." He never got to finish that sentence, once another car rammed into ours and I was flung into unconsciousness.
I woke up screaming as some paramedics were loading me into a car and were trying to pull the glass out. They shoved something into a vein in my arm and I was unconscious once again.
I woke up in the hospital, a tube in my nose, someone sitting next to my bed. It was Leah, she looked so old since I had last seen her about a year ago.
"L-Leah?"
"Shh Seth, don't talk, rest…there will be enough time for that later."
"D-dad?" I managed to whisper as more drugs threatened to throw me back to peaceful black.
She shook her head sadly.
"He died before they could get him here Seth, sorry." A tear escaped her eye, and I willingly gave into the abyss.
Chapter 1: A Fathers Memento
My sister opened the door to her car for me. I shouldered my stuff and slowly limped up to the house. It looked just about the same as the last time I was here, except there were more flowers in the garden than I remembered.
2 months
Took me that long to recover in the hospital
Apparently I had some glass inside me, threatening to go into my heart and liver. They had to perform surgery to get it all out, also to fix my leg, which had a bone sticking out of it. Two months recovering, most of it spent unconscious or in a drug induced daze. The only one who ever visited me was Leah. I didn't have any friends here and my mother…well I know why she didn't visit.
According to the doctors, I got better shockingly fast, it should have taken another 2 months for me to have completely recovered…but I always did heal fast, must be something in my blood. Though the scars that covered my chest and arms and the enormous one on my leg would stay with me forever…which I get to live with forever.
With my father dead, my mom and sister were my only remaining family…joy.
Don't get me wrong, I love my sister, and I know she loves me too…but my mother is so…difficult.
I suppose now is a good enough time to explain…my mother is agoraphobic. She lives off of disability and hasn't left the house in about 15 years. See, after I was born she became depressed and stayed like that for the longest time. Soon she stopped leaving the house. The depression left, but she never managed to leave the house.
Father tried to make her leave once, that didn't end well.
I always figured that, that was the reason they got divorced, my dad couldn't handle it. But when I asked him one time, he smacked me across the face and told me not to ask him about that…and that that wasn't the reason.
It was worse for my sister, who has had to help take care of my mother for the past few years. Never complained though, she still somehow manages to have straight A's, and has a steady girlfriend in a young girl named Angela. My sister being a lesbian doesn't bother my mother in the least, in fact she encourages it, but it freaked my father out…the odd thing was, it wasn't a homophobic thing, it was more…I don't know, a fear thing.
Plus him asking me if I was gay right before the accident…he hadn't seemed angry or disgusted when he asked me…it seemed he was more…frightened.
"Helllllooooooooooo Seth? You in there?" I was jolted back to the present.
"Oh, sorry, Leah…"
"Deep in thought huh? Angela zones out like that too." My sister chuckled.
"I've gotten used to it by now to be honest…"
"Oh Seth love!" my mother called from the kitchen. She rushed out, looking perfectly clean and perfectly kept, not a single grey hair, despite being 55 years old. She pulled me in for a hug, but quickly let go to close the door and lock it. She turned, seeming suddenly much better now that the door was closed. She looked ridiculously happy, and despite the copper skin, still seemed very, very pale to me.
"So honey, how are you?"
"About as well as I can be."
"Well I've made sure that some movers will be bringing all your stuff from Oregon here and that the rest of your fathers stuff will be brought here as well…you can sort through that later and decide what to keep and what to sell…don't keep too much though, don't want to make a huge clutter no we don't…"
As you can tell, she was built without any sympathy. Dad dies, and she worries about a clutter, not how I was in the hospital for two months or how my dad died right in front of me, no, a fucking clutter.
Though I shouldn't be surprised, my mother has always been kind of a cold bitch
"Also I already have you all registered for school, which starts Monday by the way." Today was Saturday.
"Oh…um…thanks."
"So, how about we eat, then Leah can show you around town…you know, refresh your memory of where everything is around town, I expect you to help your sister when you go buy groceries and things for me…out…there." She visibly shuddered just at the idea.
"When is my stuff supposed to get here?" I asked Leah once my mother dashed off to the kitchen.
"Well hopefully tomorrow before school, but if not, then Monday or Tuesday…though your car should be getting here a little earlier, that should get here by tomorrow." The only good thing that came out of the crash was that shockingly, all of my stuff I had packed in the back of the car was unharmed, including spare clothes, my laptop, IPod, and most of my bathroom stuff, my tablet, which contained my entire library of books.
Oh and spare earrings for my left ear…I like to change it up
The other good thing, was that we had been in dads car…I know that sounds bad, but I mean it in a more general way, my dad's car was bigger, and a lot safer. My car, the thing I poured my money into, was probably one of my favorite things. It's an old 1969 Chevrolet Camaro, with a black and white paint job. I bought it for $1000 dollars to buy it, and had to spend another 2000 to fix up the exterior, fresh paint and new tires, bumper, etc. and interior, the steering wheel was broken, and the seats were ripped to hell.
Took me 2 years to fix it up, and even after it was fixed, I still have only recently started driving. But don't get me wrong, I am not a big car buff…I just like pretty, cool looking ones.
"Really? Awesome." I said. She laughed.
"First time I think I've seen you smile in a good year."
"Haha very funny…so...I still have my old room right?"
"Mom cleaned up, but hasn't touched it except to dust and clean every once in a while…sides that no one has been in there promise." She said, amused.
"Dinner!" mother called.
We ate, and then Leah and I left so she could remind me where everything was around the reservation. My memory came back quickly, and we finished up the tour by going to first beach, sitting on a log, and watching the sun set.
"It's beautiful." I said with a smile.
"You should feel lucky, it's usually raining." Leah chuckled.
"True." I said with a smile. She was staring at me, she was smiling.
"This always was your favorite place wasn't it?"
"It's peaceful…a nice place to escape, who wouldn't like that?" I said amused.
"Leah!" we turned, Angela was rushing down the beach to us.
"Ah, the best thing in my life." Leah said with a grin. She hopped up off the log and ran to meet Angela halfway, they embraced and kissed. I sighed; I needed someone, something to help forget the hell I have been enduring for the past few weeks.
Hopefully something better than the last time…
But that's something I would just prefer to forget about as fell.
"Hey Seth…Leah told me what was up." Angela looked me over with pity.
"Really sorry little dude." Her nickname for me, always.
"Ah, thanks Angela…it's good to see you too are still together and so happy."
"Well of course!" Angela said like what I just said was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Anywho, we should probably be heading…" something smacked me in the head and I toppled over.
"Seth!" Leah cried, quickly running to me. Angela picked up the object that had hit me, a soccer ball.
"Who kicked that?" Angela roared, looking around, and looking pissed while doing it. The odd thing? Not a single person around.
"Ok…that's freaky, now soccer balls are raining from the sky…you ok Seth?" Angela said, still looking steamed.
"Fine, it didn't hurt, just surprised me is all." I stood and Angela kicked the ball into the ocean.
"Whoever kicked that can get it when the tide comes in." she growled. We all walked back up the beach to Leah's car. Angela got in her own car and followed us home. Leah dropped me off at home and said worriedly.
"You gonna be ok alone? I can reschedule my date with Angela…"
"Really Seth, if you want company I don't mind missing the movie." Angela added, waiting outside Leah's own car door to wait for my decision. I just laughed.
"Girls, go have fun, all I'm gonna be doing is getting my room set up then going to bed." Leah shrugged.
"Alright, don't wait up." I laughed.
"I won't." They left and I walked into the house. The lights were off, another odd thing about my mother; she went to bed strictly at 8:00 every day, even on weekends. It was currently 8:12. I walked upstairs to my room. I hadn't been in since I got here, and it was true what Leah said, it really did look exactly the same, albeit a whole lot cleaner. I put the few clothes I had with me into the drawers and sighed, rubbing my nose.
I hadn't cried since the accident, not even at the hospital, though that couldn't be helped, I was so drugged up for all I know I was singing old Elton John songs the whole time. But now I had my senses, stuck in a house with a woman I honestly didn't have a lot of love for, and my sister, my only little glimmer of hope, of happiness, in my new life, which was thrust upon me without even a little warning or choice.
Yet not a single tear streaked down my cheek
"Dad…dammit why daddy?" I grumbled, burying my face in my knees.
"Dad…dad…dad?" I stared at myself in the mirror across the room, a memory I had forgotten over everything that had happened suddenly resurfaced in my mind.
My father's last words to me
"In my…old room…find…journal…my…journal…find out…why…I…..left…La….Push…..wolves…."
I stood, his old room, my room was his old room, before he moved in with mom in her room. Long story why they were in separate rooms, something involving Leah and crying. But anyway, that meant his journal was in here somewhere and I had somehow never found it. And it involved his reason for divorcing mom…and something about wolves…whatever that means.
I started searching through the room, but after practically turning it over and over I couldn't find a single damn thing.
"Damn dad…can't make it easy ever huh?" I chuckled. I started to think, where would dad hide things?
Then it hit me, a conversation dad had with me when I was younger, it had seemed so random at the time…
"I love the big bad wolf story daddy!" daddy laughed.
"I know you do son…but tonight we are telling a different story."
"Aww!" I jutted out my lip. He laughed again.
"No worries Seth, you'll like this one…its one that…" my dad frowned and stared at the large book in his hand. Fear flashed in his eyes and he shook his head.
"Seth…never mind."
"Huh?" He took the large book and put it on the very top of my wardrobe.
"Seth, never read this book…you aren't ready. When the day comes that you are tall enough to reach that book, I want you to take it, read, and learn…" he stopped talking and shook his head.
"Anyway, want to read little red riding hood?"
"Ya!" I giggled, forgetting all about the odd conversation.
I had been 8 at the time, I didn't find it odd at all, and frankly I hadn't giving a shit. I stood on my bed, leaned over so I could reach the wardrobe. There it was, the book, it was the only dusty thing in the room; mom must have neglected to clean up here.
I grabbed it and wiped the dust off and opened the book.
Not what I was expecting.
The book was very large, 1000 page book, labeled 'The history's on the front, no author was listed. But that's not what surprised me.
The inside was completely hollowed out
It was one of those books you can hide things in. with the middle cut out into a large square, and the rest of the pages glued together to create a safe little compartment. Inside were three things.
First, a composition notebook
Second, an old crumbled letter
Third, a handgun, a revolver to be specific
I dropped the book on the bed immediately and backed away. What the hell? Why would dad have a gun? He HATED guns, my father had been the biggest pacifist on the planet, and he had never shut up about stricter gun policies, this was completely…not him.
I cautiously walked back to it, like it was a ticking time bomb or something, and first grabbed the crumpled letter.
It was worn with age, and yellow, I could tell it was written a long, long time ago. But it was unmistakably my father who wrote it, if not for the signature, the handwriting screamed, and dad.
Plus it was addressed to me
Dear Seth,
If you are reading this letter, then something has happened to me, whatever that is, I cannot be clear, but if I had to guess, I am probably dead. I put these things here, as a…how you say, warning system. My son, you are a victim of fate. Your destiny has already been written, and for that, I am sorry.
You see son, you are a Clearwater, and your life will be entangled with the son of another family. This son is an Alpha, and it's already been decided that you will be his. You will not have a choice in the matter, you can resist, or you can accept your fate and try to make the best of it.
They tell me you are predestined to be a homosexual, and he is as well, to make it easier for you both, but it's not the life I want for you, you deserve a choice.
You see son, on your first meeting with him, whenever that is, he will imprint on you, and maybe you will do the same. He will not stay away, and he will claim you, make you his… you won't have a choice in the matter.
But son, I wrote this letter, to help you, if you choose, cheat fate.
Inside are two items, a gun with a single bullet inside, and my personal journal. Now son, you have two options.
Accept your fate, be his, and try to live your life, even if you don't have a choice in the matter.
Take the gun, find this boy, and shoot him in the head, severing the connection, and leaving you free to be whatever you want to be.
Now I realize this may seem…extreme but
I turned the letter around to finish the note.
it's the only option you have if you want to have your freedom, cheat fate. Inside I leave you my journal, with explicit details on the boy, his family history, and many other things on our own history.
My son, if you choose to fight fate. Read the journal, and take the gun, kill him, then leave the state and start your life from where you want it.
Or, if you cannot kill him, then do not read the journal, burn it, along with the book, this letter, and toss away the gun, and embrace this boy and try to be happy, knowing you were destined to be with him, even if you do end up being straight, or gay.
My son, consider this a last gift for you, the chance to choose what you want it life.
With love
Henry
P.S. Show these things to no one…especially your mother, you cannot trust her, she is on the council, which means she is not to be trusted.
I sat, dumbfounded. I couldn't process what I had read, so I read it again, and again, until I could have practically recited it from memory.
I was fated to be with…an Alpha? Whatever the hell that is, and I can't trust mom? Simply because she is on that council thing? What would she do exactly?
My mind was burning with questions…and I had the feeling all the answers where in the journal. I moved the gun and stared at the journal.
I wanted answers so bad…so why can't I get myself to read it?
Because I simply cannot accept the idea of killing this guy…whoever he is…simply because I'm 'fated' to be with him. I mean, I admit, the idea of being forced to be with him, is not a pleasant one, but would I really kill just to avoid that? My father would have, apparently.
"God dammit…" I growled. I put the letter in the book, and put it all back where I found it.
"I…will worry about that the next time someone's starts getting obsessed with me." I mumbled to myself. True, I could have just read it and figured out who this guy was so I could avoid him, but I was afraid of what else I would find out, it contained family histories…I don't know if I want to find out exactly WHY me and this kids family are connected, and why we are fated for each other.
But at least I know why my father left here.
To protect me
(Monday)
It was 7:00 AM, and the air was frigid. It was drizzling and surprisingly cold for a September day. When I breathed I could just see my breath. I threw on a random assortment of clothes that surprisingly matched; a white hoodie with an eagle design on the front, and a pair of dark jeans. I grabbed my backpack, armed with the standard things I would need (notebooks, pencils, binders, etc) and rushed out to my car before it decided to pick back up.
Thankfully, my car did end up coming yesterday, but the rest of my stuff, according to Leah, wouldn't be here till tomorrow. But that was fine, I had my awesome looking Camero, and that's all I needed right now. My baby purred to life and I drove to school.
My sister Leah left right when I was waking up, she and Angela have this thing called 'Early bird' which is basically an extra class, that happens right before regular classes start, its supposedly helpful involving college.
So it was up to me to wake myself up and get ready in the morning, which isn't the biggest deal in the world…I was used to doing that myself anyway.
The other thing was, me and my sister were both going to the high school in Forks. See, since Angela isn't technically an Indian, she can't go to the high school here in the rez, which meant my sister had to go to Forks so she could be with Angela.
Mom also signed me up for Forks, so I could be with my sister. Apparently most of the kids in the rez go to Forks anyway, simply because it's a better school compared to the regrettably, dilapidated piece of shit the rez called the high school.
It took me a bit to find the place, considering I had never really gone into Forks while I visited in the past, but finally I found the high school. Unfortunately, the town itself was so small; a new student was a huge deal, so my presence here would most probably be noted among the other students.
As if on cue, the second I got out of my car, my safe haven, the stares began. Eyes from all over the parking lot were staring at me with curious eyes; I must have looked very odd. I was a guy who was dressed with the latest fashions, but all the guys I could see weren't exactly up to date. The girls at least seemed up to date on everything…geez maybe I was gay. The fact that I looked fashionable at all was some sort of magic I couldn't explain, this was probably my oldest outfit…and here I was hoping I wouldn't look like a train wreck.
I adjusted my messenger bag/ backpack, and slowly walked up to the school, ignoring the curious, hungry eyes, waiting for me to make the first move.
3rd person
"See the new kid?" the boy chuckled.
"He's a hot one." the girl commented, amused.
"I should put the moves on him." The girl giggled.
"Shut up." The son said, staring at the new piece of pure flesh as he walked into the school.
"He's gay." The son said. The girl pouted.
"Ya, I could tell…ah well…" the girl stared at the larger boy, the Alpha.
"No way…that can't be him." She could tell by the look in the Alphas eyes it was true.
"Dude…that little runt is him?"
"Shut the fuck up…he isn't a runt…he's mine." The son said hungrily.
"That's the same kid I accidently hit with my soccer ball the other day." The boy said, disappointed.
"That was my favorite ball…and the stupid ocean took it. I think I'll make him get me a new…" the alpha stared at the boy, who flinched reflectively.
"I…mean, I won't touch a hair on his head." The boy commented, seeming very, very scared.
"No one touches him, only I can do that…" The son grinned.
"It is fate after all."
The young alpha grabbed his backpack and walked in; thinking how this day just kept getting better and better.
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