A/N: hey guys, here's the new chapter. I got so into writing today that I just had to finish the chapter! i'm so very sorry to everyone...I accidently reposted ch6 instead of 7 but this is it so yeah enjoy.
DISCLAIMER: as usual, I don't own twilight.
Chapter 7 There's WHAT on the Other Side? RPOV
As I lie there with Alice, I notice two things; my long lost soul mate is a seventeen year old human girl, and something with a really weird scent is headed toward us like a stampede. Alice comes out of her vision with a confused look on her face. Instead of waiting for anybody else, she gets up and runs to the backyard. I follow along to keep her safe. When the smell comes within twenty feet of the house, the rest of the family races out of it and stands behind Alice and me.
"Ali, what is it?" I whisper in caution. She shrugs her shoulders with a frustrated expression. The unknown scent finally breaks through the tree line in the form of a fifteen year old Native American boy that –surprisingly- packs a ton of muscle. He's taller than both Em and Jas and wider too. The boy stumbles into the clearing of our yard tripping over his own feet. He glances back every five steps with a frightened expression. At last, he hides behind the pixie and me trembling to the bone and crying. Not even a minute later, five bulky men tread through the trees as if they were stalks of grass. These men are even bigger than the boy behind me-believe it or not.
It's not until the wind shifts-blowing from behind the strange men- that I notice that the awful stench I smelled for the past ten minutes belongs to them; it's a mixture of their horrible individual funk. It hits me like a train, and I glance quickly between the boy and the men. No, they did NOT. The largest man-also the one with the fiercest expression- trudges forward until I growl loudly.
"Excuse me, but I believe you leeches have one of our tribe members," he speaks aggressively. The boy behind me clutches my shirt in a silent plea.
"I'm sorry, but I don't believe he wants to go with you," I say abruptly. The men begin to tremble violently.
"JACOB EPHRAIM BLACK! GET YOUR SORRY LITTLE ASS OVER HERE. NOW!" he booms louder than Emmett. Jacob flinches, but slowly moves to go around me before I grab his arm.
"Don't; they'll only do it again." At this point, Edward and Esme both gasp while Emmett protectively holds Victoria, Carlisle gives the intruders-sans Jacob- a stern glare, and Jasper tries to get the major under control. Jacob gives me a shocked look that quickly turns to pleading. I just push him back behind me. The large men's glares continue to be aimed at my forehead; I glare back even more intensely. Finally, the one who spoke huffs, glares, and stalks back into the forest.
"This is NOT over, Jacob; you can't hide behind leeches forever you little bitch."
As soon as the horrible stench is far away from here-like it should be- my family visibly relaxes. Jacob still shakes and won't loosen his grip on my shirt. I turn around slowly, and gently stroke the long black hair on his head. He presses his face to my chest and begins to cry. At this, I hold him tighter and try my best to calm him down. He calms his sobs about five minutes later; we look up and notice the family gone. I take his still trembling warm hand in my cold one to bring him to the house. We walk inside and go to the living room where the family is. I sit down on the love seat and he plops down next to me.
"So, Jacob, if you don't mind, I think it'd be best if you explain what happened before you came to us. Just go at your own pace," Carlisle begins. Immediately, Edward speaks up.
"He's a mute; he doesn't speak to anyone." As soon as Ed answers Jacob's thoughts, Jacob begins to freak out. He scoots as much as he can away from Edward and closer to me until he presses his face in my chest again. Esme gives an expression of a kicked puppy, but I focus on the boy in my arms.
"It's ok, Jacob. Edward reads minds. Is it ok for him to say your thoughts out loud? You just have to think which ones for him to say, ok?" He nods slightly but keeps his position breathing my scent deeply. I smile slightly and stroke his hair again. Edward speaks again.
"These are Jacob's thoughts. He wants to tell us his full story so we know about him. 'My name is Jacob Ephraim Black. I am fourteen years old, but recently, I turned into a shape shifter. My father was William James Black; he died about a month ago from a vampire attack. My mother was Sarah Black, but she died when I was born. Ever since the attack, I've had to live with Sam Uley and his brother Embry Call. They- they raped me. About a week after I began to live there, I noticed them staring at me weirdly. They would always touch me; like really softly and touch places they weren't supposed to. I-I tried to escape before they did anything, but I got sick and the change happened. Sam is the alpha, so he ordered me not to leave.
"A week later, I was showering when they weren't home; I didn't hear them when the bathroom door opened. Embry moved the shower curtain and my hands when I tried to cover myself. Since I don't speak, I couldn't call for help when he touched me. Sam came in the door a minute later and unbuckled his pants. He ordered me not to move while he pushed me on my knees. I was so scared when he went behind me; he-he entered me harshly and-and I couldn't let out a scream. I was crying but nobody came to help me. Sometime later, three of their friends walked in; I thought I was saved until they all unbuckled their pants too. They all took part in it.
"It hurt so much! I was bleeding and bruised up by the time they all finished. It happened three more times before I escaped today. No one was home, so I ran even though I was ordered not to. Something strange happened this morning; I became taller and more muscular. I ran all the way here because I heard of your family. My father told me that even though you all are v-vampires, I should trust you because you're different." When Edward finishes Jacob's thoughts, my slow building growl lets loose; it's so loud, Jacob vibrates along with me.
What happened to Jacob struck a chord with me. Everything came rushing back; the smell of whiskey on all their breath, the course texture of Royce's rough hands, his sloppy kisses placed on my chest. All of that makes me hold Jacob tighter while I shed tears of my own. I feel both Alice and Esme place hands on my shoulders. I know that it's them, but I flinch and growl louder anyways. I protect Jacob like he's my own; in a way he is. It takes hours for me to calm down, and by the time I do, my boy is in a fitful sleep in my arms.
I pick him up and take him to my room. I lie him on my bed and hold him in his sleep; whispering condolences in his ear when he flinches or silently whimpers.
