A/N: here's another story that i wrote. this was mostly me . hope you like. all you need to know about my plot is here. hope you like this.

*Bella and Jacob were brothers and sisters

*Billy died of depression a few months after Sara (Jacob's mom) died

*Talks about Jacob being Jacob after 8 years of Billy's death

*Mostly on Jacob's POV

Chapter 1: Jacob's POV

*FLASHBACK*

I was sitting outside my dad's room when I heard Charlie's cruiser pull up on the drive. He came in with Dr. Cross on his heels. He was at work when I called him frantically. Billy has been on a downward spiral ever since mom died. Then, he got worse when my sisters, Rachel and Rebecca, moved out. They said our place reminds them of mom so much. Since then my dad won't eat, won't speak and always stay locked up on his room, sulking. I never knew what to do with him, so I just let him. But this morning was different. I found him lying on his bedroom floor, almost unconscious. I didn't know what to do because I was panicking, so I called Charlie. Charlie was the one who called the Doc. I ran to Charlie, really worried about my dad.

"Don't cry, kid. Your dad's gonna be alright. I have the doc here with me. Is he on his room?" Charlie said, trying to comfort me with his pats and back rubs. But I can hear the worry in his voice. I nodded to answer his question. In my throat was a big lump and in my chest was a big aching wound, both restrains me from speaking, making it hard to breath in air and open my mouth. In the process, another big, fat ball of tear fell from my eyes.

In the back of my mind, there are more reasons for what I'm doing right now. More reasons to explain my weakness. First of all, I don't want to lose my dad, not so soon after losing mom. Maybe a couple of decades may be alright, but not now. Second, I don't want to be an orphan. Third, where would I stay after these, when his gone? I don't have anywhere to go. Rachel and Rebecca are far away, I can't go to them, not alone.

We went inside Billy's room. The doc swiftly went to my father's side to examine him, Charlie and I stayed by the door, looking at them all through the examination. After some minutes, the doctor stood up and faced us, then strode towards us.

"How is he doc?" Charlie asked. The doc looked at me with compassionate eyes before he answered his question.

"I'm sorry, Charlie. But I can't do anything. In his condition now, I think he just have a matter time before…"the doctor's statement faded, in his face was remorse for carrying the burden of what he said. He was shaking his head from side to side, not wanting to speak the word. That four letter word that would take my world to a downward spiral, and would change my life.

I turned to bury my face in Charlie's chest, not wanting to let them see my moment of weakness.

"I'm sorry, Jake. Really sorry." The doc said.

I looked up and saw that Charlie was crying, too. He looked down at me with compassionate eyes, then looked back at my father who's lying on his bed, life coming to an end. He prodded me forward, bringing me to my father's side. I sat on the edge of the bed facing him; I took his hands which were folded on his stomach. He slowly opened his eyes to look at us. He smiled a weak smile and called Charlie. Charlie came closer and put his hands on my shoulder.

"Charlie, I want you to take care of Jacob and my daughters for me. I trust you to keep them safe no matter what. Take care of them, Charlie. Especially my boy here." Dad said in a weak voice, not more than a whisper.

"I will, Billy. I will take care of them. I promise." Charlie promised.

"Good. Thank you, Charlie, my friend." My dad replied.

"No problem. It's the least I can do." Charlie said.

Billy was now looking at me. He smiled at me, taking in the emotion on my face. I don't know what emotion I'm showing right now. Agony? Pain? I'm not sure.

"Don't be sad my son, we'll see each other someday." He said.

"No! You're not saying goodbye, aren't you? No, dad. I'm not letting you." I replied.

"Jake. Everybody has their own time, and my time is now."

"No! Not so soon after mom. We already lost mom. We can't afford to lose you, too, dad. Not after mom." I said, my voice pleading.

He smiled then said, "It's my time now, son." These went on hour after hour without a break. I gave up after awhile and just cried while hugging him. He's trying to comfort me with soft pats on the back. It stayed like that for a long time. Charlie left to give us privacy and give us these last moments together, but I can hear him outside. Then, I felt his hand slowly went down my back to my side till it dropped on the bed. I looked up and saw his eyes were close, body rigid and frozen. I can't believe it! He's dead.

"No, no, no…NO!" I shouted, shaking my dad's body, trying to shake him awake. I heard Charlie burst in, but ignored him.

"What? What?" he said.

"He's gone, Charlie. He's gone…" I said, really crying now.

"It's alright, kid. I'm here. I'm here." He said, patting me at the back.

My dad's funeral was solemn and peaceful. Everybody was there. All his friends were mourning with us and everyone that loves him, except for Rachel and Rebecca.

After he was buried, people formed a line to shake my hand and tell me goodbye. Charlie stood beside me through all that.

"I'm sorry for your loss, Jacob. Your father was a good man, and a good friend to me." Harry Clearwater said. Behind him we're Sue, Leah and Seth. Leah was a close friend of my sisters'. They're like best of friends. And seeing her reminds me of my sisters.

"Sorry, Jacob." Leah said.

"Sorry, bro." said Quil after Leah.

"Sorry, Jake." Embry now.

"My condolences to you, Jacob. He was a good man, a good friend and a good father. I'm so sorry to lose him." Old Quil said. He shook my hand then Charlie's then strode out of view with my two bestfriends.

***END OF FLASHBACK***

It has been eight years since he died. I've been staying with Charlie ever since. Bella, Charlie's daughter, visits every summer before she decided to permanently stay at Forks. Like me, she's now studying at Forks High school. I've been going there since Charlie adopted me. Bella is a junior and I'm a senior there. Since Charlie adopted me, he made a few renovations with the house. He added another room to make way for me. I'm thankful for him and owe him big time for keeping his promise to my dad.

"Thanks, Charlie." I once said to him. He never forced me to call him dad, too. He says he doesn't want me to forget about Billy.

"For what, kid?" he replied.

"For adopting me, for keeping your promise with my dad, for always being there."

"No problem there, kid. Just doing what I'm supposed to do." He said. He smiled and then went back to what he was doing before I interrupted.

Two soft raps on my door pulled me out of my reverie. I stood up to open the door. I just woke up and was still lying on my bed. A quick glance at my clock says it's already seven thirty. I took the shirt that was hanging on my chair then pulled it on in case Bella was the person outside. I quickly went to the door to see who it is. My guess was standing outside my door.

"Good morning, Jake." She said.

"Good morning, Bells." I replied.

" Can I come in?" She asked.

"Sure." I said