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I didn't think that anyone would like it. But I love a protective!Edward and broken!Jacob. It's just making life better. Hmm...I have so much love for this story that I can't let it go from my mind. It's so cool...
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Chapter 1
Visitation Rights
Edward's POV
I didn't ever feel too bad for the wolf boy.
I liked him. I didn't say I hated him. But I didn't understand Jacob Black well at all. He was different and confusing. With confusing thoughts and a confusing perspective on things. Now, he had another flaw in him. He can't hear anyone. When I had seen the fear behind his eyes, I felt a surge of concern for him. I had never seen that type of fear in anyone but Bella. And I could see Bella in his wide dark intense eyes burning from within him.
I had to save that Bella part of him.
Bella turned to me, with hot tears threatening to spew from her eyes, I could smell them. I could smell how sad and concerned they were for his well being so I stepped him. I tried to him. But he acted so fairly Jacob that he was vague. But his thoughts spiked me inside with compassion, with that same fear, with a call. A call for help. And I knew I had no choice but to lead him there, where he liked it or not.
This might hurt Bella.
And I wanted her to be happy. It was a reason for my existence. For that beautiful smile that curved on her face. The one that made me want to hold her and kiss her and love her for all of eternity. And no one could've given me that beautiful happiness in that simple smile but her. I could taste it, fiercer than any force, hotter than the sun, colder than the winter - just everything that buzzed through me. Even better. Indescribable.
That night, as I walked inside of Jacob's household.
Bella had been fairly worried about the dog's health. She was sure it was her fault because those vampires might've been after her. And not Jacob at all. But as I walked inside of the house, there he was, sitting on the couch, and he didn't even smell me yet. There was something - something huge - distracting him. Something that made him forget about everything. Something that pulled him from reality.
I stayed slightly away so that the scent wasn't too severe. To make matters better, I grabbed onto the wolf's jacket and placed it around my shoulders. But he still hadn't noticed my existence. I was father away from the couch, close to the door and the silence seemed to linger through the air. Like a thick mist that fogged a person's eyes, and it tasted thick. It tasted bitter. And Jacob smelled like that wet dog scent, along with something. Along with fear, that fear tasting him.
I'm an outcast.
And I could see it in his eyes. He didn't have anything to hide, did he? He couldn't hide it.
Jacob shifted from the light, closing his eyes for a moment, and letting the words sink in before he started another thought.
I'm deaf.
His face tightened. His breath was so close and so rapid that his heartbeat started to speed up because of those slow, sharp and deep breaths.
I--
But he stopped. His thoughts were distracted and there was a look of horror crossing his face. Not the type of horror that I'd seen in Bella before, darker, and it drove me over the edge because he looked more innocent then than ever before. For a second, I thought that I understood Jacob Black. And he pushed his head downwards, the couch supporting his head as he breathed rapidly.
No, bloodsuckers, get away! Leeches!
Was he thinking about that night?
And his rapid breathing came to a halt. He started regaining his color and breath. His pale flesh became russet and he slowly opened his eyes. I knew he might find me then because he wasn't thinking of anything at all. I ran out of the room before anyone could notice that I was there. I had gone through the border twice only because Jacob hadn't been guarding it twice when he was on patrol.
I looked at the watch but stopped myself when I found myself surrounded my wolves. In their human forms.
Sam walked towards me, calm expression on his face and I didn't want any trouble so I didn't start a fight. "What are you doing beyond our border, bloodsucker?" Paul screeched out and then, I saw a rock being thrown at them from a distance.
There he was. Jacob.
His eyes blazing fiery.
And he crumpled down a sheet of paper before throwing it at Paul's face.
Paul uncrumpled the piece of paper. And I could hear the wolf's thoughts. What?! What does he mean that the leech was allowed to come here? What does he mean it's serious? The border stops here--and why the hell did he write it out on paper anyways? Why doesn't he say it to my face? And Paul's face turned hot red with rage. "Why don't you say this to my face, Jake?" Paul encouraged.
Jacob grunted. But I doubted he heard it.
Tell him, leech. Tell him about me. Even in his thoughts, I could taste the bitterness.
I cleared my throat so that all of them were looking at me. Half of them in rage and the other with such a calm expression I wondered how they could keep it up. "Jacob," I said his name with nothing behind it. No hate. No care. No nothing at all. Just smooth and calm. Just like their faces. "At patrol last night, Jacob had been attacked by vampires. And I smelled the unfamiliar scent in this place a mile away and ran to aid him. When Bella and I had found him, he was unconscious. When Bella and I talked, I heard his thoughts. I heard him say that he can't hear Bella talking."
Looks of concern for their wolf peer as the words flew through my mouth easily.
"He's deaf."
And the bitterness I tasted was too intense at that time, in my throat, in my stomach, blocking thoughts from my own head. Jacob scowled at me.
Like I need them to label me.
Label? Jacob looked like he might burst from anger and bitterness all of a sudden. He opened his mouth to say his thoughts out, "I'm not deaf! I'm not!" he could speak but I beat he couldn't hear himself. "I really need a label after this entire wolf thing," he sarcastically spoke his thought out but was unaware of it. He thought that it was a thought inside of his head. He didn't know that he said it. And I could feel that.
"Jacob, is this true?"
I knew that Jacob looked at me for help. I couldn't tell him anything. I couldn't communicate with him without the paper and pencil. I needed to write to him. Jacob looked confused, trying to read Sam's lips. And then slowly, nodded his head. The bitterness just tasted worse, and there was this fear. This constant fear I smelled along with his wolf scent, that he wanted to be accepted.
By his family.
They'll think of me as a handicap now! Gee, I really love being called disabled.
"I thought I might be allowed visitation. Bella is rarely worried about Jacob and I would do anything to please her." I had explained to Sam. Sam looked thoughtful for a moment but his calm face was still on, the mask that prevented me from tasting anything in him. As if there was nothing he was feeling, just thoughts trying to collide or maybe it was because Jacob's bitterness and anger washed out everyone else's emotions.
Sam pursed his lips into a hard line. "And what does Jacob get out of this?"
"Jacob needs Bella. He loves her." And that made me feel jealousy. I was jealous because Bella loved Jacob. Yet there was a hint of something...like I was jealous that Jacob had loved Bella as well. I shook the thought out of my head easily. "Am I not allowed to pass on a message every once in a while?"
Sam nodded his head. "Jacob, are you--"but then Sam saw the confusion on Jacob's face. He saw how he didn't know what was going on. So he asked from any of them if they had a paper and pen, I came prepared. And reached out for the paper and pen. I had given them to Jacob by then. It was quick - and I was used to quick but the way he reacted was shocked. As if he didn't expect me to come prepared.
What's going on?
Jacob's handwriting was sloppy but on its own way, unique. Like Bella's unique handwriting.
I had given him the note in seconds, just to please him but he seemed rather irritated that he couldn't be as fast with all the stress on his head. How he wanted to compose his thoughts so I couldn't hear any of it. He looked up at me when he saw that I had explained the situation. Am I allowed visitation for Bella, Jacob? And he had scribbled an untidy 'yes' which made my heart soar. Figure of speech of course.
Bella'd be happier, less worried, and calmer by then.
And he turned to go back to his house but Sam called him. Jacob didn't listen so Paul jerked his shoulder in anger and pulled him towards Sam's position. Why not, Paul? Break my shoulder, too. And he looked at Sam, with fake glee on his face, dark humor growing on him more and more with each thought. The thought of not being accepted was bugging him. Where would I go? What would I do? What can I tell Billy? That I was kicked out because I was deaf? He jumped a little at that point. No, I'm never telling Billy that I'm deaf. Not me. Not his only son. Never.
The way he thought the last word was with ferocity.
"May you leave?" Sam told me, and I nodded my head even if I tried to connect Jacob's thoughts even as I left. The fear, the anger, the depression, and it was scary. It was scary because it provoked me.
Into wanting more about Jacob Black.
I spent the time in Bella's room, pulling her close but the only person on my mind was Jacob Black.
He was creeping in and out of my thoughts.
Had Sam kicked him out? No, he wouldn't do that because he was deaf, would he?
Deaf werewolves can't hear howling. That will be vital. And Jacob might be able to read their thoughts but only in wolf form and he can't be in wolf form all the time. Can he? And even as Bella spoke in her sleep, I couldn't concentrate on her. The only thing I can concentrate on was him. And the last question left me puzzled on why would I ask it. It seemed something like Bella would ask the wolf but not me.
Are you okay?
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