Chapter 6.
Jacob's POV.
I stood there, holding my father's hand in the hospital, as he lie there. The tears were streaming down my face. I wiped them away, only to see the screen monitoring his heart, had a flat line with a piercing noise letting me know, he was gone.
1 Hour Earlier…
"Hey." Emmett said happily, not knowing that the happiness would not last.
"Hey." I replied, not showing much happiness at all.
Emmett immediately detected the blank vibe I was giving off, "What's the matter?" He asked wrapping his arms around me to bring me into a kiss.
"Well, I have to tell you something. Really important. And, I don't know how you'll react, but…" I trailed off as I started to panic. He was definitely going to hate me. Shit. Why did I get myself into this mess? Stupid Paul.
"Yeah…" Emmett just sounded worried now.
"Well, I don't really remember how it happened… and it wasn't anything you did, but I…" I paused once again, trying to make this sound better than it was. "I kissed Paul." I said rather harshly and not the way I wanted it to come out.
"You kissed Paul." He repeated and let go of me, taking a few steps away. I could tell by his voice that he was shocked and angry.
"More than once." I added figuring I would get everything out there.
He wasn't looking at me, probably because of how betrayed he felt.
Emmett's POV.
Jake and I never really talked about how he hadn't imprinted on me, or anyone for that matter. I always figured he would eventually, because we were in love, but now he's telling me that he kissed Paul.
"Jake, I don't know what to say." I did know what to say, though, I just didn't want to. I love Jake so much, but I just don't know now.
"Are you mad?" He asked stupidly. Of course I was mad.
"Jake, are you serious? How would you like it if I cheated on you?" Which led me to another point, "Did you do anything besides kiss?" I looked him in the eyes.
"No, Emmett." He said directly. There was guilt in his eyes, but I definitely saw something else.
"Jake…" I paused for a second, "do you have feelings for him?"
There was only a silence. Dead silence. All I heard, though, was noise.
"Emmett…" He began, "I love you."
"That's not what I asked." I wanted to hear him say it. I needed to know.
"Yes but I care about you more."
I just looked away feeling hurt and betrayed.
"What did I do?" I asked.
"Emmett, you did nothing wrong." He began. His voice was shaky, "I just know that I love you so much but… I have feelings for him."
We stood there in silence for a while. I as so angry and hurt, I didn't know what to say.
"Jake-" I began but his cell phone cut me off. He pulled it out of his pocket and looked at the ID. I didn't see it, but I couldn't think of a reason why he would answer it in the middle of our argument.
"Hello?" He asked.
There was a woman on the phone. "Jacob Black?" The woman asked.
"Yes." He replied nervously.
"Please come down to the hospital immediately…" She paused for a second, "It's your father… He's having a heart attack."
Jake dropped the phone. I could see he was already about to break down. I needed to let go of my anger. For Jake. The one who cheated on me. Because I love him. I needed to help him.
He was in shock, unable to move. I quickly picked him up and in less than a second we were in the car speeding towards the hospital. I held his hand tightly on the way there. He was extremely pale, still in shock, and said nothing.
I was hoping his father would be okay. It would kill me to see him so devastated. We got to the hospital ten minutes after we left and ran inside to the information desk.
"Billy Black?" I asked quickly.
The receptionist saw that I was panicking and found his room number. "Room 305." She said.
We got to his room in less than a minute to see the doctors with defibrillators, trying to revive Jacob's dad. Jake immediately began crying as we entered the room in shock. A doctor noticed us.
"Get them out of here!" He yelled at an intern.
"Please, you need to leave." The intern said. We ignored him.
Jacob's POV.
I never really believed in miracles. They didn't exist. They were always for people with too much hope. But now my father was dying. I couldn't do anything about it. Emmett couldn't do anything about it. All we could do is stand there and hope for a miracle. This was torture. My father was dying right in front of me.
"Clear." The doctors yelled another time. There was still no response. Nothing. The doctors stopped everything they were doing.
"I'm very sorry for your loss. We did everything we could." One of them said to me as they exited.
Tears were pouring out of my eyes. I walked over to my father and held his hand. It was cold. He was cold. He was gone.
I stood there, holding my father's hand in the hospital, as he lie there. The tears were streaming down my face. I wiped them away, only to see the screen monitoring his heart, had a flat line with a piercing noise letting me know, he was gone.
Emmett came over to me and hugged me tightly.
"I am so sorry." He said. This couldn't be happening. My father was dead. I couldn't believe it. I was in shock. My father was dead.
"Why did they stop?" I shouted. "Please make them do something!" I needed them to keep trying. "Please." I said to Emmett. He only kept hugging me tightly.
"Jacob, I am so sorry. There's nothing they can do anymore. I am so sorry." He was trying to stay strong for me. I was falling apart rapidly. Nothing could be done. My father was dead