*Jordan*
I woke up the next morning feeling good, Carlisle's medication was working. I felt better, a little stronger.
"Jordan?" Jacob asked, waking up.
"Hey," I groaned, sitting up.
"Hungry?"
"No."
There was a slight knock on the door, I could smell Bella on the other side.
"Bella?" I asked, almost desperate.
I wanted my mom, more than ever right now.
"Jordan, you're awake," she smiled, coming inside with a tray of food.
"I'm not hungry," I said, when she put the tray of food infront of me.
Bella sat next to Jacob on the couch, they both looked at me.
"Jordan, we're your parents," Jacob said.
I looked down, I already knew, but hearing it again made me want to break down.
How could I not, my whole life had been a lie.
"I- I- I don't understand, yo- your a v-v-ampire, you c-ann-t have kids," I said, trying to not to cry, I didn't cry.
They both looked down, ashamed.
"I'll tell him," Bella told Jacob.
Jacob nodded.
"Almost 16 years ago, I was still human, your dad and I were at a bonfire, Paul brought beer, vodka, you name it son. Jacob threw the party for me, since I was going to get married soon, a goodbye party.
I had a few drinks, then I had more, and more. I was never the one to drink but that night, I lost control, I let myself go. It was my last time being Jake's Bella. Your father had stronger drinks, he was intoxicaded, highly too. Paul knew how to get them drunk, we weren't thinking, that night you were concieved, two days later was my wedding, (E.J. was concieved there), after a few days I found out I was pregnant... with you," she finished.
I wanted to cry, badly.
I was one of those babies, the unwanted ones.
"I understand, I didn't fit in your perfect life, I guess I didn't fit in yours either Jacob," I said, keeping myself strong.
I smashed my food tray on the floor, hard.
Penelope.
Penelope.
I had to be strong, I had a reason.
"Son, it wasn't like that," Jacob said.
"Really? I highly doubt that," I hissed.
"Jordan, I-," Bella began, heading towards me.
"No! Get away from me! You're the reason my life sucked so much! Shut up! Shut up!" I growled, covering my face.
"It wasn't like that," she cried.
"I want to be alone," I growled.
"Jordan, I tried to be a good father, but I couldn't take care of you, I gave you a family," Jacob stated.
"One that always pushed me over, if you would of kept me, at least I would've had you," I cried.
"Get out!" I growled, begining to shake.
They left, I was alone.
I was angry, angry.
It felt strong, I was always the one for patience.
I ripped my gown off, exposing my bruised skin.
Stupid Leukemia.
I sat there, shaking like an idiot, in my boxers.
After a few hours, Carlisle came inside.
"Jordan, how are you feeling?" He asked, cheking my vitals.
"Fine."
"You need to ease son, your heart in not in the situation to take so much stress," he said.
I nodded.
"Jordan, you have to see their point of views, they were teenagers," he said.
"I didn't ask to be born," I said.
"I know, I see it all the time," he said.
"I have good news, you're still in time for a transplant, there are alot of volenteers, alot of people care about," he said, smiling.
I looked down, nodding.
He left after a while, leaving me alone once more.
"Jordan?" Jacob asked, knocking.
His voice sounded sad, but I didn't care.
I looked up.
"Anything I can get you?" He asked.
"Penelope," I cried.
I layed down, covering my face, when I heard small steps enter.
"Jordan," Penelope cried, running over to me.
I felt her lightly trace my bruises, crying.
I started to sit up, hugging her.
"Shh, no. Penelope, don't cry," I said, pulling her on the bed too, holding her tightly.
Her arms tightened around me, not wanting to let me go.
"Sh, no. You can be strong, I'm scared too, but I'm being strong, I need you to be strong too," I told her, putting my cheek on her hair.
She was the best medicine for me, she kept me strong.
"My aunt's brother's son had leukemia, I saw him, it was so horrible," she cried.
"They said I'm going to be okay, as long as they find a donor," I told her.
"How come you still have all your hair?"
"I'm not having serious treatment, my body can fight some of it off," I told her, laying her down beside me.
"Carlisle said I can't be your donor," she said, acting like it was so bad.
"It's okay," I told her.
"I wish I was, I could make you better."
"They'll find a donor."
"And if they don't?"
"... I don't know, but I don't want you to blame yourself."
*Bella*
None of the werewolves matched him, none. Not even their imprints or their children, no one.
He had little time left, before he got worse, how was their no match?
It just didn't make sense.
"Bella, I was examining your old medical documents, and it seems you match," Carlisle said.
I matched!
"Carlisle! This means E.J. matches him!" I smiled.
Carlisle smiled back, happy of course.
"Edward already made the call to send him back," he smiled.
My smile slowly faded, now we had to tell Jordan, about E.J..
I looked over at Jacob who looked away, I was on my own for this one.
I walked towards Jordan's room, I could hear Penelope crying, and Jordan trying to comfort her.
I knocked slightly on the door, he could smell me, he knew I was here.
"Penelope, can you go get me some water, please?" He asked her.
She immediatly went out of the room.
"What?" He growled, putting his arms around his legs.
He only had boxers on, you could easily see the bruises.
"Jordan, we found a donor," I smiled, weakly.
"Who?"
I should do it like a band-aid, quick and easy.
"Your brother."
"My what?" He growled.
"On my honeymoon with Edward, I got pregnant by him too, you have a brother, a twin brother," I said, slowly.
He rolled his big brown eyes at me.
"And who is he?" He demanded.
"E.J.," I said.
"Mm, him. Well, is there any thing else I should know? Is there a sister in here too?" He snapped sarcastily.
"Jordan, I'm your mother, you show me respect," I demanded.
"My respect for you died the first day I entered Emily's house!" He challenged.
"Jordan Jacob!" I growled, angry.
"Mh," he said, innocently.
"What? I've done nothing wrong! Is getting Leukemia so wrong?" He cried.
"Jordan," I shook my head, calmer.
Penelope came in at that moment, handing him the water bottle.
"Thanks," he smiled at her, his voice holding every emotion possible.
She sat on the edge of his bed, he ignored me, so it must of been my signal to leave.
Great, one son hates me, soon it would be time to face the other one.
Now, all I had to do was wait.
*E.J.*
Great, tomorrow was Christmas Eve and I was heading home.
What was so important that I had to head home?
"Young man, the plane has landed," the attendent said, shaking me.
"Thanks," I groaned, getting up.
"Are you okay? You're a little warm," she questioned.
Crap.
"Yeah, fine," I said, making my way off the plane.
I could see my dad waiting for me, in his volvo.
"Dad," I greeted.
His face looked worried.
"What's wrong?" I asked, putting my things in the back.
"We have to go," he said.
"What's up?" I demanded.
"Your mom will explain this to you," he said, starting the car.
When we got home, there was a scent I didn't reconize.
It was human, but had a hint of animal in it.
I could hear something from upstaires in the house.
Someone pucking, bad too.
"Carlisle!" Rosalie yelled.
"I got him," a deep, husky voice yelled.
"He's just getting worse," Mom cried.
I could smell vomit, it didn't smell good.
"E.J.'s here," I heard Rosalie tell Mom.
"I'm fine, let go!" The guy growled.
It was the guy from the party, Jordan.
"Dad?" I asked, looking over.
Mom came outside at that moment, worry covering her face.
"E.J. c'mon, let's go for a quick walk," she said, lightly pulling my arm.
"Okay?" I said, following.
"E.J. you have a brother, the guy from the party, he's your twin brother, a few days before Edward and I got married, I got drunk and Jacob Jordan's dad, and I had... ya'know. Look, I'm trying to make this fast. Jordan has Leukemia, his body won't be able to fight it off much longer, we need you to give him some bone, but there's something else you should know," she said.
I was in shock, I couldn't move.
A brother?
What?
No.
No.
Oh, god.
No, this was the secret.
I was angry, I had a brother and I was never told.
"What else?" I growled.
"He's a shapeshifter, look there isn't much to explain, we need to go," she said, pulling me.
I stopped.
"Edward, you're the only one who can save your brother please," she cried.
"No," I growled.
"No!" I growled, louder.
"Edward Jacob, please," she begged.
"Give my bone morou to some freakin' wierdo. I don't want too. I don't fucking care he's my brother," I hissed.
She dropped to her knees.
"He's going to die," she begged.
"Maybe, maybe it's what you get for not telling me sooner," I growled, running towards the mountains.
*Jordan*
I looked over at Penelope, she looked like she was going to die.
I wiped the vomit off my mouth.
"G-g-et h-h-h-e-rr ou-ou-ou-t-t- o-ff- he-he-her," I growled at Jacob.
I wanted Penelope here, with me.
She just couldn't see me this way, not now.
Michael pulled Penelope's arm.
"Pen, c'mon," he said.
"No, I- I can't leave him like this," she cried.
"Please," I begged her.
Michael pulled her out of the room, crying.
She couldn't see me like this, no.
My body couldn't fight this anymore, I was to weak.
I could hear another boy yelling outside, Bella was telling him about me.
He was angry, very angry.
I could hear him screaming that he wasn't going to go through with it.
My vision became watery, but my body heat evaporated the water.
I was being denyed life by my own brother.
Did my life honestly suck this much?