GangstaSummoner: Hello ya'll! Well, I'm back and extremely early with the sequel to Street Walkers! Yayyy! I decided to start on it early while I'm still motivated and the idea is still fresh on my mind. If you're new to the story, you may want to check out the first part in my profile.

Anyway, I'm going in a different direction with this one. I will be touching on a lot things. So, come with an open mind. I must warn you, it will be sad, with a lot of bright spots throughout. I'm not sure how many chapters it will be at the moment. I'm just writing as I go. Hopefully I'll have a lot of chapters out before the Feb. 7th. I'll just explain that situation when the time comes.

Enjoy the story!

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of the characters. Although, I would love to own Taylor aka Jake.


"Jacob, listen to me. Take care of Nevaeh for me. She needs…someone with a leveled head. You have to be…strong for her…"

"N-No," I stutter. "Don't say things like that! You're not going anywhere!" I reach down to grab her thin, bony hand. Her skin feels so cold against my own. "You're going to be fine, Bells. Just fine. Nevaeh…needs you." My voice cracks as I plead for her to stop talking this way.

Everything around me is a dreamy haze, a weird mixture of white and gray clouds. The only clear thing is Bella's sickly face. Her breathing is labored as she stares at me with emotionless eyes. How long had it been since I'd last seen her big, chocolate brown eyes so full of life? Months, days, years.

The faint touch of her squeezing my hand barely goes unnoticed. "Jake, she needs you more…I don't have much t-time. Please…just take care of her for me. Teach her all the things that I couldn't. Teach her right from wrong…Jake, teach her how to be a strong woman…please…"

"Bells! Bells!"

The sound of my heavy breathing and rapid heartbeat awakes me in one swift beat. I've never had a dream like that before. Although for years I've been plagued with the constant memories of the night my mom was killed. But to actually see my Bells lying in her deathbed—it scares me.

I push the covers from off my lower half and swing my legs over the side of the bed. I try not to move too much because I don't want to disturb Bells. Nervously, I run my fingers through my messy, black hair and look over my shoulder to the sleeping beauty beside me. She's lying on her side in a slight fetal position. Her dark locks dangles over her shoulders, shielding half of her face.

She still looks the same.

It's been two weeks since she dropped that massive bomb on me. I was completely speechless and I have to admit, it did bother me. I went through all the changes: appalled, scared, and sad. How are you supposed to react to your girlfriend telling you that she has HIV? I honestly didn't know how to react. Maybe it was my love for Bella which made me so calm.

I don't want her to suffer and I definitely don't want her to go through this alone. Any other guy would have overreacted and then kicked her ass. But I'm not that kind of guy and besides, Billy taught me not to hit women.

I know where Bella is coming from. I know her past and all the things she has gone through. She's been rejected and abandoned by the closest of people in her life; and I don't plan on being added to that list. I am going to stand by her side until the end…

Bella's gentle murmur startles me as she pats her hand against the space beside her. She raises her head from off the pillow, tucked underneath her arm and stares at me with half open eyes.

She calls my name in a groggy tone. "Jake."

I reach out to touch her hand in the darken room. "I'm here."

She gives a somewhat crooked smile before her head drops back onto the pillow and mumbles softly, "I thought…you were gone."

The thought of her possibly missing me makes me smile. "You know I'm not going anywhere."

"I know…" Her voice trails off and she slips into a deep slumber.

She has been like this for awhile now; always waking up in the middle of the night thinking I've left her. I want her to realize that I am not going anywhere. I love her too much to do something like that. Leaving her now would be the hardest thing that I've ever done. She needs me and I need her too.

A few hours later, I wake up to the smell of strawberries tickling at my sensitive nose. I inhale deeply, nostrils flaring and my eyes open only to see my beautiful girlfriend staring down at me.

Her soft pink lips pull into a small smile. "Good morning," she says before kissing me lightly. I lean forward to push my lips harder against hers, but she pulls away quickly. "I gotta go."

The back of my head molds into the fluffy, white pillow and I sigh lightly. She's being so cautious with me. A kiss isn't going to kill me. "Work?"

"Where else?" She quickly kisses me again. "Bye. I'm running late."

"Bye," I say as I sit up in the bed and watch her nearly run out of the bedroom with quick speed.

I decide to use this time to get out of the house myself. I have a few things I need to do before my appointment later today.

As I stand to my feet and stretch my limbs out, for some reason I don't feel nervous, ashamed or anxious. I mean, shouldn't I feel some kind of sense of fear? If the outcome is not what I want to hear, I'm not going to let it get me down. It will be another chapter in my life that I will have to get past.

After taking a quick shower, changing clothes, scarfing down a half burnt slice of toast and locking the front door behind me. The early June heat barely bothers me as I step into the rare amount of sunlight beaming through the parted clouds. It must be a sign that today is going to be a good day.

I stuff my hands into my jeans while I stroll across the fake grass of our lawn and into Billy's yard. Rebecca's car is still parked out front so I know she is there. I feel obligated to take care of the old man after all the crap I've put him through over the years. Now that Rebecca is going to be moving out when she gets married, it's up to me to take care of him.

I run up the wooden steps in one quick stride and open the front door. As I enter the house, the faint scent of cinnamon lingers in the air. Rebecca must have made her famous French toast. When I walk into the living room, Rebecca is sitting on the small loveseat with Billy on the other side of the room watching some talk show.

I take a seat beside Rebecca and sighs. "It smells good in here." I look at her out the corner of my eye. "What did you cook, sis'?"

"French toast and there isn't any left for you," she says sarcastically.

I pout like a little kid and give her the sad puppy dog look. "You know I love your French toast. You shouldn't treat your little brother that way, you know?"

Billy laughs to himself as he gazes at us with his old eyes. "I do believe you have a woman now, Jake. Don't tell me Bella isn't cooking for you?"

"Well…" I can still taste the bitter, burnt toast on my tongue. "She can cook, but she left late for work this morning, so I'm on my own." I pat my stomach and smile while elbowing Rebecca in the arm. "I'm good though. I just came by to see if you are okay."

Rebecca groans and moves to stand up. "You know I can take care of dad, Jake."

"I know, but you won't be here for very long."

"The wedding isn't until October." She folds her arms across her chest and frowns at me.

Someone must be PMSing or something. It's like she is channeling Rachel. "Geez, relax. You act like I can't check up on him. He's my dad too, you know?"

The sound of Billy loudly clearing his throat gains our attention. Our heads turn in his direction and his unsettling glare causes Rebecca to sit back down in one swift movement. I look away only for a second and so did Rebecca.

"Sorry," we say in unison, like two children being scolded.

It's quite obvious that the old man can take care of himself. He doesn't need us to do every single thing for him. Hell, he raised us for crying out loud. And even though I didn't turn out so well, he did instill in me some very good qualities, which I hope to pass on to my kids someday.

"You two act as if I can't do anything for myself. As long as my arms are working I am going to be fine." He looks in my direction. "The halls are big enough for me to get my wheelchair through and you bought that fancy tub for me. It's much easier for me to take my own baths. As long as majority of the food, plates and utensils are in reachable places I can cook for myself."

"But dad…"

"The both of you know I've never been the type of man to let anything stop me from living a normal life. It's about time you all went out on your own and start your life. Don't worry about your old man. I'll be fine," he reassures us with a smile that shows me he is going to be fine.

"I'm still not moving," I say with a smug.

Billy snaps. "Then don't move. No one told you to build a house next door to me in the first place."

After some much needed time with my family, I borrowed Billy's truck because Bella took the Lexus and I have yet to figure out what my next car will be; maybe something classic. I've thought about finding time to actually pick up my old project again, my Rabbit. It's been sitting in the garage for so long that dust is caking to the cover protecting it. Whatever I choose, it is going to be nice as always.

The rumbling of the diesel truck only reminds me why I never wanted this truck as a teenager. I smile to myself as I glance at my reflection in the mirror. It's because I could never get away with sneaking into any girl's bedroom with this monstrous thing roaring down the street. People will hear it from miles away and the girl's dad will be standing on the front step with a shotgun. Definitely not my thing. I need something smoother.

The long, stretch of road to Forks is just a quiet as ever. Nothing major happens here, just the occasional clearance of snow when a big snowstorm comes through, but other than that nothing, except for the occasional car accident or two. I still find it hard to travel this damn road and every time I still have to pull over to calm my nerves. I really hope today will be different, but I doubt it. I can already feel my blood pressure rising, perspiration increasing and my heart wanting to jump through my chest.

I tap my finger nervously against the steering wheel as I stare down at the speedometer. The truck's speed is slowly decreasing. I flip on the AC and roll down the window at the same time. Every time I keep telling myself to not let this eat away at me. The accident happened a long, long time ago. I can get through this.

I quickly pull over to the side of the road and turn off the engine. "I can't do this," I mumble to myself before opening the door to get out. The metal slams into the frame as I lean against the door and tilt my head back. I pat my pocket and of all days I leave my relief hidden in my car. I can only hope Bella doesn't find it.

I don't understand how I can get shot and kill people, yet that doesn't bother me at all. One little accident and BAM I'm a freaking nervous wreck. It makes no sense to me.

Once the anxious feelings start to fade away, I climb back into the truck and take my time as I past the site where my mom was killed. I grip the steering wheel as I watch the white cross out of my rearview mirror.

I miss you mom.


Strangely, today the hospital is unusually empty. I wonder if it was this way for Bella. Did she feel as if she was carrying a heavy weight on her shoulders? Did she feel as if there was a tag on her chest stating she was HIV positive? I bet that was exactly how she felt; like everyone knew her secret.

I press the circular button for the second floor where most of the doctor's offices are located. After the metal doors open, I step inside the tiny compartment and let my mind wander. I flex my fingers at my side; I feel the nervous edge is slowly creeping up my spine. I exhale through my mouth. I can do this.

As soon as the doors open to the second floor, I am welcome to a young teenage girl with glossy, red eyes. She stares at me for a brief second as I step back to let her past. I step off and turn around to look at the girl; she looks a mess as she holds her cell phone against her ear.

"M-Mom…We need to t-talk…" she whispers, her voice cracking under the pressure.

The doors close shut and the girl disappears from my sight. I wonder what her story is. Is she pregnant? Did she get an abortion? Or maybe she found out that her boyfriend gave her a STD or something?

"Um…yeah, I have an appointment today," I say as I turn to walk toward the receptionist desk in the waiting room area.

The receptionist is an older woman, with snow white hair. She glances at me over the rim of her red glasses. "Your name, sir?" she asks with a small smile on her chubby face.

"Jacob Black."

She swiftly scans down her clipboard. "Jacob…Black," she mumbles my name. "You're right on time. Just go to room three and Dr. Sawyer will be with you in a minute."

"Thank you," I say before following her direction.

It didn't take Dr. Sawyer long to join me in the small hospital room, turned examination room. She sits down in the small rolling chair and places her hand in her lap. "How are you today, Jacob?"

"I'm fine."

"So, what brings you here?"

"Well, I have a few questions."

"Good. Whatever it is, I'm sure I can help you." Dr. Sawyer crosses her legs at the ankles and stares at me anxiously. I can tell she enjoys what she does.

"I'm just a tiny bit embarrassed by this. I'm usually not this way, but what's the odds of me contracting HIV from a person who is already infected by it?"

She leans forward. "Well, it all depends. Are you using protection? Using protection is the best thing to protect you from it."

"Even though she was on the pill, I always used protection and then we had…a little misunderstanding and we had sex without a condom. At the time neither of us knew she was infected."

She looks thoughtful for a second. "The only way we can find out the truth is if you take a HIV test. We can do an OraQuick Rapid Antibody Test." She pushes the chair toward the cabinet and grabs a small box. She swiftly removes its contents, which is a little stick thing with a swab on the tip.

I stare at her cautiously, confusion on my face. "Do I stick that in my mouth?"

She smiles. "Not exactly. I am going to take a swab sample and mix that sample into a developing solution." She points at the end of the stick. "And here is where we will get your results."

"That's simple. How long does it take?"

"We should get your results in twenty minutes." She holds the sticklike device in her hand and says, "Open."

While I was at the hospital, I decided to stop by Quil's room. Since our last visit nothing had changed. He's still the same; completely unresponsive. I close the door behind me after entering his room. Most of the time, I always expect to see him sitting up with a goofy ass grin on his face and stuffing his face full of food. But every time, I ended up disappointed.

Having Quil's room of all things, eerily quiet, it just doesn't work. He's the goofball of our group, always cracking jokes or saying the most random, stupid thing that comes to his mind. This quiet, empty place needs some kind of life.

I walk across the room, passing his bed and open the blinds. The dark, dreary room brightens from one corner of the room to the other, casting a warm glow onto Quil's quiet body.

I smile to myself as I pull a chair closer to his bedside. "Hey, man!" I say as cheerful as possible. "How's…life?"

I lean back in my chair, knowing he is not going to answer me, but maybe if he can just hear my voice, maybe something miraculous will happen. "I wish I can sleep all day like this. You definitely have it made my friend."

The constant beeping of the medical equipment connected to his body is the only response I'm getting. Knowing Quil, he would laugh at my comment.

"We have been friends for a long, long time and I know I can tell you anything." I laugh silently to myself. "It's not like you're going to tell anybody. You're in a coma for crying out loud." I sigh deeply. "Well, that bitch Edward infected Bells with HIV. Can you believe that shit? I kind of wish he was still alive so I can kick his ass again!" I pause only for a moment, my voice suddenly cracks and tears slowly fall down my cheeks. "I got tested today."

I quickly wipe away the tears on my arm and wait for him to say something, to say anything. I wanted him to say something that would make me feel better.

"And it came out negative…"


Thank you for reading! The chapters will get longer as I go. I'm trying to get back into the rhythm of things, so bear with me. I hope this chapter wasn't boring or anything. Anyway, thank you so much for reading and I'll see you in the next chapter. Much love! :)

Chapter 1 – Negative