Chapter one: Depression and Alcohol
It had been three years since Renesmee's disappearance. The police had found nothing, and the search had been called off. It was like she had fallen off the face of planet earth… Maybe she did; they did exist in a world where vampires and werewolves and other demons that you only hear about in cheesy romance novels, romped daily in people's backyards going completely unnoticed.
Jacob rolled over in his bed once more; he could never seem to get in a comfortable position ever since Nessie had died. That's what he liked to think had happened to her, that she had died. The thought of her being held captive and tortured by some coven of vampires was too much for him to stand; he hoped she was safe in heaven with his mother.
He grunted as he stared at the paper coated with scribbles that was hanging on his wall, Nessie had drew that for him the first time she got her fingers on crayons. Normally this would've brought tears to his eyes to his eyes, but he was to numb to feel anything. He had finished off his father's bottle of brandy before coming to lie down. Every night Jacob downed another bottle of alcohol to numb his suffering, he knew it wasn't healthy to resort to drinking to ease his pain, but he couldn't help it. He had lost everything. Nessie died, when the search was called off the Cullens had moved because they could no longer stand living in a house where they had lost the little girl; Taking Bella from Jacob. He had no girlfriend, no mother, and his sisters had moved away. He lived with his disabled father and that was all.
He no longer could stand lying down and thinking about it and climbed out his window, into the night. He ran to the trees and ripping his clothes off; he phased. The whole pack was there, in his head. They were on group patrol and were stunned silent to hear Jacob phase. He had not turned since the day he last went hunting with Renesmee. He snarled angrily, he had hoped to be alone. He bolted to Emily's house thinking of nowhere else to go; and phased back to his human form and yanked on a pair of shorts. He punched open the little door to her house, and threw himself into one of the dining room chairs. He buried his face in his hands and sobbed silently in the dark. The only the light in the room was the clock on the kitchen stove that showed 1:33 am.
There was a quiet creak that was inaudible to human ears as Emily peeked out of her bedroom. With a bat in hand she flicked on the lights and gave a small shriek to see someone sitting at her table. Jacob looked up at her with red rimmed eyes. His face was hard with pain.
"Oh Jake", she cried sympathetically. Setting down the bat, she approached him slowly putting a hand on his beefy shoulder. At her contact, Jacob's rigid face crumpled and he leaned it against her tee shirt covered stomach. She stroked his hair comfortingly, feelings semi awkward. Jacob had never cried in front of her; she had only seen tears streak his face after he had been injured by the newborn vampires, long ago. He had always tried to hide his feelings but now she could see that he could no longer hold on. She crouched down next to his chair when he pulled his face away. Her shirt was wet from his tears. She wasn't sure what to do, so she began rubbing his knee in hopes to comfort him.
"I'm sorry", he whimpered in a cracking voice.
She could smell the alcohol on his breath and reached out and touched his face, "It's all right, I understand", she whispered back. "Would you like to sleep here? You look like you could use some rest." He nodded as she stood. He watched her silently from the chair as she pulled sheets and blankets from the linen closet and spread them out onto the couch. When she was done, she clicked on the new flat screen she and Sam had bought for their anniversary, and muted it. Jacob lifted himself from the chair and sullenly walked to the couch and sat.
"I'll be right through that door if you need me", she pointed at her bedroom door as she spoke, "just shout if you need something". She handed him the remote to the television, tousled his hair and slunk back into her room. Jacob sat unmoving in the couch for a minute before lying down on top of the comforter and staring at the silent figures on the screen. He lapsed into sleep within seconds.
Sam drowsily came through the front door of the little shack around 4 am. He was undressed from phasing and didn't notice that the T.V was on until he was standing over Jacob, who had rolled off the couch and onto the living room floor. He was stretched out and covered the whole floor area, their dog Sage was lying with his back to Jacob, asleep as well. Sam was confused, why was Jacob here? He decided he was too tired to care and stepped over him into their bedroom. Emily was curled under the blankets in a pink bath robe. He pulled on a pair of boxers he found folded on top of the dresser and curled up beside her. She lifted her head and looked at him with slit eyes. He gave her a small smile and wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her towards him. She gratefully snuggled into his chest and inhaled deeply; taking in his scent.
"Why is Jacob asleep on our floor?" he slurred.
"I heard some banging around in the kitchen and when I went to go see what it was, Jacob was sitting at the dining room table, so I let him sleep here." She whispered back.
All was quiet for several minutes before Sam spoke again. "Do you think he'll ever be the same?" But Emily was already back to sleep. He sighed and closed his eyes with his question still burning in his mind.