Hey Guys, so this is something a little different I've been wanting to try. I think of it as my 'vanilla' version of Fifty Shades of Grey, only for a thousand times better written for, Team Jacob not Team Ed ;)

Credit to Stephenie Meyer for Jacob and Bella. Plot, ideas, writing, etc, belong to me.

Enjoy and let me know what you think! - Sky

Preface

16 years ago

Five year old Jacob was sitting outside in the corner of the old, wooden sandpit, shaded by the tree that stood overhead. He was playing with a new girl to the kindergarten. He did not know her name and he was too shy to ask, but it didn't matter either way, they were both having fun and he was making her feel, more than welcome to her new school.

While making a castle for his little golden-red plastic dragon, Jake took quick glances at her as she focused upon her own neatly made sandcastle, decorated with shells. He noticed how perfect her long dark hair swept around her beautiful creamy, heart shaped face. He quickly gazed away up to the trees the instant she caught him spying.

A cool summer's day breeze blew through the trees and their leaves. A single yellowing leaf fell— indicating fall was well on the way. The leaf fell into Jake's opened hand, where he carefully exclaimed it. His mother often collected seasonal leaves and scrapbooked them.

"Jacob," Miss Kays, the kindergarten teacher called from the sliding door. "Your uncle is here to pick you up."

Having heard her though ignored Miss Kays call, Jacob placed the leaf gently into his pocket and went back to making his sandcastle with the girl. It was too early to go home, plus he wanted his mum to pick him up. She always did.

While cleaning up the class room, wearing only an orange skirt and sunny-yellow top, Miss Kays gave Jacob a moment before sighing. Flicking her thick and long red-brown hair over her shoulder, she headed outside and across the dying grass of the lawn to the sandpit.

"Come on Jacob, your uncle is waiting," she calmly stated, leaning down to his level.

"I don't want to go home until mum comes," he stated through a murmur, placing his dragon inside the castle as he added a few more towers.

"Your mum's not coming in today Jake, your uncle is here. Now come on," she took his hand and lifted him into her arms. He began screaming, trying to wriggle out of her hands as he threw his hands against her in a full blown tantrum. This wasn't the usual Jake she knew.

Jacob was normally so well-mannered and behaved. He never threw tantrums. Miss Kays just put it down to being moody or beginning to turn tired after he had skipped his nap—he had been too excited about that new girl, to calm down enough to sleep.

Scooting him out the door and locking it behind her, she went back to check on the other kids still playing outside. Jacob banged his fists upon the door, screaming out. He didn't want to go yet!

With tears streaming down his flushed, chubby cheeks, he felt a tall shadow suddenly cast over him in the usually brightly lit hallway of royal blue lockers on one side and floor to ceiling high windows on the other. Turning around and leaning back against the marble-grey coloured door, he stared up at the silhouette of a man he did not know, towering over him.

"Who a-a-are y-y-you?" he stuttered nervously, wishing Miss Kays had stayed with him to see him off like she normally did.

The man suddenly leaned down to Jacob's level and offered his hand with a kind smile placed over his mouth. His head was shaven, though a very short prickle of lightly coloured hair was growing back. His eye brows and mow were thick over his eyes and upper lip. His board shoulders wore a dark looking tux, forcing his pale skin to look white against the black.

"Jacob, I'm your uncle Simon. You don't remember me, do you?" he gave a small crooked smile that disappeared the second it had appeared. "I guess I can't blame you. You haven't seen me since you were two. You've grown my boy."

"Where's mum?" he murmured, glancing from one side to the room to the other. He didn't care whoever this guy was. He just wanted his mother, as he felt unsure of himself. Even at Jacob's young age, he felt something was … off.

Simon sighed and stood to his feet, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck where a white shirt appeared over the dark suit. He wasn't sure what to say or how to answer the young boy.

"Jacob," he began, catching his attention from the hallway. "Your mother was in an accident. Your father is with her right now. They asked for me to pick you up."

Young Jacob's eyes swelled the instant he heard. He ran into his uncle's strong, outstretched arms that lightly came around him as he leaned back down to Jacob's level.

"I want mummy!" he cried as Simon lightly patted him on the back.

"Shh it's okay Jake. I'll take you to her," he promised, picking him up. Taking him outside to his black van, Simon set Jacob down and opened the door, allowing him to climb inside and buckle himself up in the passenger seat.

Climbing into the driver's seat, Simon started the engine with a low, protesting growl from the engine and hit the highway as Jacob wiped his tears away—he was strong boy, like his father had brought him up to be, but he wasn't the type not to show his feelings either.

"Is mum going to be okay?" he whimpered, glancing up to his uncle.

"The doctors say so Jacob," he murmured, though the smile the boy had seen a few moments ago had now disappeared, all kindness had also gone out of his uncle's tone. Simon's features appeared to be hard set in the light of day. His jaw was square and very, defined.

Jacob's stomach tightened for some reason. He still didn't feel … right.

Glancing around the passenger seat, Jacob saw the mess that was on and around the backseat— old beer bottles and cans littered the floor and grey, material seating, along with cigarette butts, old plastic bags, rope and chains, plus a black backpack with something shiny sticking out of it. An old stained jumper sat on the seating, under it, something black reflected in the sun that now appeared from behind a cloud.

With a jolt of a hole in the road, the jumper fell to the floor to show a gun. Jacob thought nothing of it though, as he knew his father also owned a gun, but he had been told repeatedly over the short years of his life, it was for protection only and to never, ever play with it.

But then, Jacob's stomach suddenly churned with seeing blood thickly coating what he knew was his mother's white scarf, sitting on the floor among the litter. The very scarf he and his grandmother had picked out together for his mother's birthday, a year before his grandmother had died. What made him know it was his mother's scarf though was the mauve stain of paint in the corner, where she had splashed paint on it while doing arts and crafts with him one day.

Oddly enough, even after seeing what he had, Jacob stayed calm. He knew this man was not his uncle at all. He had had that feeling from the moment they had met, but was unsure what to think. Jake didn't have any family nearby, only overseas, where they had moved, but he now knew what he had to do.

Having never been able to buckle up his belt, he had been holding the whole time, silently he let it go back into its hook and effortlessly slid open the van's door.

"What the hell—?!" Simon swore as he saw the door come open. His gaze frantically went from the road as he tried to continue driving, to the door again, and then to Jacob, as he stared down at the rapidly moving road passing him. Simon began to pick up speed, in hope of discouraging the boy.

Jacob began to cry; scared of what he knew he had to do. Glancing to the scarf just behind the seat, somehow, it gave him the strength and, affirmed to Jacob, what he must now do.

"Don't you dare you little shit!" Simon warned, slamming his foot down on the peddle, forcing the van to go faster while reaching for Jacob's arm as he leaped from the speeding vehicle...