Okay, so this story was written quite some time ago. It was not spell checked, grammar checked, or 'anything' checked before I posted. I like the idea behind the story, but the first "chapter" is really bad. I was going to re-do the whole thing but decided it was too much work and that the point of the chapter did come across the way I wanted it too, even if it wasn't the best of writing. So without further ado, here is the next and hopefully better written chapter of Jacob's story.
If your up for being a Beta, please let me know. This is my first fan fiction story but certainly not my last.
The walk back to the house wasn't a long one, but it did give me time to wrap my head around what had occurred in my absence. Quil was a husband and father, this thought alone made my head spin. Sam and Emily had a daughter in University. Which meant the rest of the pack must have families as well. I would be the odd man out, yet again.
In front of me stood a small wooden cabin type house. I almost didn't recognize it as my old home. It needed a lot of work. The red paint that once made the house stand out was faded and peeling, and the once bright white shutters that encased the two front windows on either side of the front door were almost touching the top of the rotted out porch. Looks like I'll be busy. I thought to myself as I climbed the stairs.
I stopped at the front door, realizing I didn't have a key yet. I checked the regular spots for a spare, but came up empty handed. The only thing under the now empty flower pot next to the door was centipede. Gross.
Taking the door knob in my right hand and pressing between the frame and door with my left, I popped the door frame from the house letting myself in. Just another thing to fix amoung the hundreds already on my list. I sighed as I placed the now semi splintered frame and door to the side.
The house had a musty, wet, ocean smell to it. Nothing as bad as a group of leeches, but definitely not something I wanted to smell during my nights here. I then went from window to window opening them and letting the breeze carry out the shut-in smell that had encompassed the house over the years. I only managed to crack two panes of glass and break three window frames which I thought was pretty good.
Noticing that the furniture had not changed I was curious to see if my father, in my absence had changed my bedroom. I was scared to see the familiar room, but also scared to see if he had changed it.
As I headed around the corner through the tight hallway, into the room next to the bathroom I could see my bed, unmade still taking up almost all of the room. The room hadn't changed one bit since I left almost twenty years ago. Sure there was a lot more dust and the room looked like there had been some water damage on the walls and floor but everything else was in it's place.
It was seeing my keys on the nightstand next to my bed that made me want to bolt from the room. Those were the greatest reminder I had. I thought that they had been lost when I had phased that night so many years ago. But there they were, sitting, staring at me, reminding me of her.
It was the memory of one day in particular that those keys drew me back too. We were sitting in the old make shift garage in the back talking about her leech. I knew that day that I would loose her to him, but I still held on with everything I had. Stupid. I couldn't help but think to myself.
Even though the memory that came with seeing the keys was a sad one, I didn't feel any pain. It was like I was watching a movie and already knew the ending. I felt bad for the boy sitting next to the girl he loved who would never love him back, but I didn't feel like I was that boy anymore. I was different, and she was different I was sure of that.
I smiled to myself, knowing that I could think about her and not hurt or want to run away from the places or things that brought those memories back, made me happy. It was almost like I could start living my life again.
After a quick shower, and searching for something to wear in my old closet that wasn't damaged by the water I was heading out the door. The bonfire was suppose to start at dusk and I was already running late.
As sure as the rain in La Push, I knew that the whole Pack would be there tonight. No one would be missing tonight. That made me nervous. Would they be angry? Happy that I was back? Would they want me to stay? It wasn't until this moment that I realized that I wanted to stay. I wanted this to be home again. I wanted to have my family, my Pack brothers around me again. I needed them, and I think they needed me too. I couldn't help the smile that played on my lips as I walked the trail that led to the cliff's edge where the bonfires were held. I'll make it up to them, I will make sure they know how sorry I am for leaving, and how happy I am to be back.