The Twilight Twenty-Five
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Prompt: 20. Stolen
Pen name: deltadecapitated.
Pairing: Jacob Black
Rating: PG
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Stolen
The morning prior to the accident, everything had been completely normal.
Billy Black had woken up early, as always, to go fishing with Harry and Charlie. Rachel and Rebecca were flouncing around talking about boys and homework and their substitute teacher, Mr. Foster and how they hoped Mrs. Neely would take another week of vacation off just for the view they got everyday of their new science teacher's behind.
Jacob himself had been roused from bed by his beautiful mother, Sarah.
Her long black hair hung around his face like a dark curtain, smelling of wood smoke and sun-soaked flowers. The silky russet skin of her cheek rest against his, her skin always so much cooler than his or his father's.
"Wake up, Sunshine."
He groaned in complaint and rolled over, pulling the blanket high over his head. He still heard his mother chuckle, patting his fabric encased stomach before he felt her leave, whispering behind her, "Breakfast is ready when you are."
Only minutes later he drug himself out of his warm bed and stumbled into the kitchen, plopping himself on a chair and instantly laying his head upon it.
Sarah laughed again, and he heard the sound of his mother's porcelain plate thunk down on the oak of the tabletop. The plastic cup followed next, which he knew was a bright colored orange (his mother's favorite) and the familiar sound of it being filled with orange juice.
"I have errands to run in town soon, do you want to go?"
He heard the scraping of another chair, his eyes still closed as the smells of his breakfast overwhelmed him, his stomach growling despite his lust for sleep. Groaning again, he sat up and grabbed a fork, succumbing to the wonderful smell of bacon, eggs and maple syrup.
"Waffles this morning?"
Jacob rubbed his eye with a fist before shoveling a huge bite of the crispy, fluffy and sweetly dripping waffle into his mouth.
"I didn't feel like pancakes today," she opened up the paper and looked it over, smiling, "Today feel's like a waffle day."
Jacob laughed before stuffing a whole piece of bacon into his mouth, following shortly thereafter with his orange juice.
"So do you feel like riding to Port Angeles with me?"
Jacob pursed his lips, looking up to the ceiling as he ate.
"I don't know if today feels like a watch-mom-as-she-tries-on-every-pair-of-shoes-in-the-store kinda day."
That remark made Sarah laugh, doubling over as the words came from her young son's mouth.
"Okay, okay, you got me there."
"Besides Quil and Embry wanted to go hiking this morning."
"Hiking for what?"
He shrugged, shoveling the last of his cheese covered eggs into his already full mouth.
"Something Quil says is, 'Totally awesome!'," he laughed with Sarah this time, "So I have to make sure they don't kill themselves or each other."
"Alright, Sunshine," she kissed the top of his head as he went into his room to change clothes for the day.
The very last time he saw his mother was when he emerged, dressed and ready to go.
When Jacob looks back on this time in the future, the minutes pass as if in slow motion. He's never wondered why, but he's grateful for the time it gives him to soak it all in.
She grabs her purse and keys from the credenza, hair half-pulled up to fall in luxurious patterns down her entire back. He can smell her perfume lingering in the air, the bathroom door open from her perusal.
She's wearing baggy jeans and a white tunic, her boots clicking against the wooden floor as she walked.
When she looks at him, she smiles again, one that makes her whole face glow. Eyes crinkle slightly at the edges, strong dimples indent her cheeks and she holds out her thin arms.
"Be safe, Sunshine."
He doesn't hesitate to walk into those arms, but pulls away too quickly. (This is the only part that seems to go just a little too fast.)
"I love you, Mom."
And then he's out the door, too worried about being late to listen to her response.
When he finally gets back that night there's red and blue lights flashing outside of his little red house. Worried for Billy, he runs as fast as his short legs can carry him to a future he isn't quite ready for.
He doesn't remember much after that, as if his memory selected only a few images to get him by without question.
He remembers Charlie, cheeks tear-stained with his hand on Billy's shoulder. He notices that he can't hear Rachel and Rebecca babbling in the background and that it feels odd.
Next thing he remembers after that is the words.
"Mom was in a car accident, Jake."
"Likeā¦a car crash?"
"Yeah, exactly like a car crash."
"Well is she okay?"
"No, son, she isn't."
Jacob would never forget that moment with his father. It's just one of those things that sticks inside of your brain. One that you can recall as easily as what shoes you were wearing that day.
There is only one more thing he can remember after that, and it is his mother's funeral.
In the middle of the Quileute reservation, near his grandfather's resting place, he watched his mother's body as it was lowered to the ground, inch by inch.
He feels Rachel and Rebecca behind him, hugging each other and crying. He can practically feel each sob that tears through their chests like an earthquake.
Billy, Charlie and Quil Sr. are near the front, Billy's head bowed in silent remorse (tears stain his black suit an even darker color of obsidian) and he feels Embry and Quil Jr. close to his other side. They were his life preserver as he stared into the hole that was his mother's grave.
In the light of a late-July sun he saw the glinting metal of the nails in which her coffin was closed with.
That day, is a day he will never forget.
But after all the remembering, all of terrible pain and sadness and loss, he can only be left with one notion.
That his mother was taken from him.
And in the end, all he really wants is just to have her back.
