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Chapter 8:

The Call

She had done it again, and he couldn't help but notice that he was left again in a deserted room. He had had enough of this, but that damn phone was still ringing. All he could think about was the future, about getting the hell out of Forks, but the present was calling him he had to answer.

The phone snapped open, "Yeah," He said simply; there was no need for pleasantries, not with Sam.

"Jacob…" the voice came from a female, Jacob almost dropped the phone when he recognized the voice, "Jacob, is that you."

"Yeah it's me, who is this?" he needed confirmation.

"It's Leah. I'm sorry to call you but Sam left his phone here and you were the only person in his phone book I thought would care." She seemed panicked and confused. Jacob guessed she was probably pacing around the room.

"What's going on?" Jacob said starting to put his clothes back on.

"It's Seth, he won't come out of the bathroom and I thought I heard him fall like five minutes ago," She was defiantly panicked.

"Where are you?" Jacob said running down the stairs and picking up the keys for Charlie's car. Charlie has already gone to sleep, good news for Jacob because he had no idea how to explain this to him after the argument they had earlier.

"My house…Sam's house," She corrected herself, "The one his dad owned before he died."

Jacob knew the place, "I'll be there as soon as I can," He said and turned on the car and started driving into the night.

He pulled up to the house and just like everything else in this town; the memories came back ten-fold. Jacob remembered waiting at the front door for Sam to give him his next set of orders. This was before Sam had his own comfy office in town, and now Jacob was running through that same door to get to his cheating ex and her drugged out brother.

"He's still in the bathroom," Leah said. She was only in a bathrobe that had been shuffled around a lot in her panic. She was beautiful, even more so now that she had grown into herself, according to Seth she was still on the horse but you wouldn't be able to tell if you were looking at her. Her skin radiated, and aside from her mascara running down her face, her eyes shimmered and glowed with life. All of which was not lost on Jacob.

"Is he talking?" Jacob said as he rushed over to the bathroom door and tried the handle.

"No, he's been in there a long time," Jacob tried the handle again; "It's locked."

"I can see that," Jacob snapped back annoyed, "We're gonna need to break it down." She looked scared but nodded her head. Jacob took a few steps and ran his shoulder into the door. It cracked open but wasn't free yet, he tried again. On the second attempt the door flew open and Jacob stared down at Seth who was very pale and drenched in sweat. His eyes were open and looking dazedly around the room at what just happened.

Leah pushed through Jacob and saw her brother's state. She kneeled beside him and held his head in her lap. "Oh fuck, oh fuck. Seth what did you do?" Her sobs gave way to pure hysteria as she looked down at Seth's arm, which still had the needle imbedded in it.

Jacob looked around and saw Seth's stash bag sitting on the sink. He took it in his hand and sprinkled a little bit on his finger and tasted it. He spit it out immediately, "This shit is cooked." Jacob said angrily.

"Cooked?" Leah was confused, she knew what cooked meant, but she also knew Seth knew that too. She was never proud of the fact that her little brother was following in her sad footsteps, but when she found out he was using she made him learn every possible precaution there was.

"Yeah, Leah he needs to go to the hospital." Jacob said bending down to meet her eye line.

"He can't," she said looking around the bathroom like there was another answer hanging on the towel rack, "There has to be something else we can do."

"Leah, from the taste of this, this shit was mixed with meth. He's overdosing and he needs a doctor." He put his hand on her shoulder, he knew this was hard for her, he just didn't know why.

She stood up and looked at Jacob seriously, all tears were wiped away, "He can't go to the hospital Jake."

"Why the fuck not Leah, he's going to die, your brother is going to die." He stood up too.

"If he goes to the hospital they are going to ask him where he got his stuff from." Leah's brain was working overtime but she knew exactly what would happen.

Jacob did not, "So?"

"So… Jacob, all drugs in this town get pushed through Sam in some way. The cops are already trying to bring him down, this could ruin him."

"So you're choosing your drug dealing boyfriend over you own brother." Jacob had heard enough, he picked up Seth by the shoulders and tried to drag him out of the bathroom.

"how dare you, I love my brother," Leah said indignant.

"Yeah you loved him so much that he became just like you, don't try and play games with me Leah. We both know that Seth always took a backseat to whoever you were dating at the time, whether it was with Sam or me or whoever, Seth always went hungry, dirty, and lonely." Jacob continued to drag Seth away from both the bathroom and now his sister.

"I was young and stupid Jake, and I didn't think he was my responsibility. I was caught up in my own shit so deep that I couldn't see how much I was hurting him," The tears were coming back, "I hate myself for what I did to him, how I left him alone for days and never checked up on him, for simply not caring about him, but I'm different now, he's living with me and I'm making sure he is ok."

"Here's a shining example of that," Jacob snorted, "if you cared about him at all you would let me take him to the hospital."

"The reason I don't want you to take him to the hospital is not what you think," She pulled herself together again, "Sam would get to him before the cops did. He'll kill him Jake…please."

Jacob had to stop and think now, "I can't believe this." He knew she was right, Sam owned this town, it would be easy for him to get to Seth in the hospital, and he had all the motive in the world to do it. "So why did you call me?"

"Do you remember that night when we were fifteen and we took that E before the smashing pumpkins concert?" She asked.

"You can't be serious," He shook his head.

"Mine wasn't E, and I started freaking out, almost convulsing. You knew what to do, you took care of me." She went over to him and placed a hand on his arm.

"This is different Leah, that was E, this is fucking meth were talking about." He looked into her eyes, she was depending on him.

"Please…"

"Okay, okay let me think." Jacob racked his brain on all the facts he had learned both in experience and his NA meetings while he was trying to get clean. He knew the effects of meth were dehydration and heart palpitations, both of which could lead to a heart attack. "He's still conscious so he's not completely hopeless." Leah let out a whimper when she heard hopeless, Jacob pulled Seth onto the couch and held Leah's hand, "I need you to focus okay," She nodded. "Do you any Bayer asprin," She looked at him confused. "It's possible the drugs could make his heart go into an attack," She nodded shakily, "go get it, it will help at least."

While she was doing that Jacob ran to the kitchen and searched the cabinets for something large. He found a lemonade pitcher and filled it with water from the tap. He rushed back over to Seth and picked his head up so his lips met the edge of the pitcher. "Okay Seth, I know you can hear me okay buddy. I need you to drink this water okay, you're really dried out right now and you need some fluids in you."

"Like when I'm sick," Seth chocked out and almost made Jacob jump. This was really good though, this meant that Seth wasn't nearly as bad as Jacob thought he was.

"Yeah buddy," Jacob said and helped Seth get down a couple of swallows of water. Jacob couldn't help but feel very protective of Seth, he wanted to know who gave him these drugs, and he wanted to hurt whoever did this to him. He felt his eyes well up when Seth choked on the third gulp of water, but he was doing well. Leah came back with the Bayer and Jacob took one of the pills and put it in Seth's mouth, who squinched his face and tried to spit it back out. "No, Seth you need to swallow this. Your heart is pounding too fast, this will make sure you don't have a heart attack," Jacob rubbed Seth's throat and felt Seth swallow, "Good."


After about a half an hour Seth stopped sweating and when Jacob checked his heart beat, it sounded regular again. A huge sigh of relief came from both Jacob and Leah, but the job wasn't over yet. Jacob wasn't sure if Seth should go to sleep, so every time he saw Seth nodding off they both would take turns tapping his forehead until he woke up again. They both felt that the time to coddle him was over, it was time for tough love, plus they got a kick out of it.

An hour after that Seth was out of the water and sleeping well, it was time for Jacob to go and he knew that. Leah and him were having a good conversation and catching up very well, no arguments, no hard feelings, and he was very impressed at how well she had gotten it together, all drugs aside; but he couldn't risk being drawn in again. He started noticing himself being drawn to her again, remembering the good times they had and all the laughs they shared. This was a dangerous road and he just couldn't go back there, she was dangerous for him, he knew this, but he just couldn't pull himself away.

They heard a car pull up in the driveway and both Leah and Jacob started to panic, what they were doing wasn't bad, but it didn't look good to any degree, and Sam wasn't one to listen to reason when he felt threatened. "Shit, Shit! You have to go!"

"Where?" Jacob searched the room for an out.

"The back door, go…hurry!" She looked herself over and started fixing her rode that she had forgotten about in the middle of the conversation and everything.

"What about you?" He felt surprised by how much he cared.

"I'll be fine, I can handle him," She said and shooed him away.

He ran as fast as he could out of the back door and shut it just as Sam opened the front door. He ran as fast as he could to Charlie's car and stopped at the door when he heard Sam start yelling about something. He was too panicked and scared, without thinking he got into the car and drove through the front lawn and back out onto the street heading home. Every mile or so he stopped and thought about going back, but in the end Sam scared him, it was that simple. He felt like a coward.


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