Someone Like You
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
AN: I love this chapter. It's sweet and I like it so much. Sometimes, our parents are hard on us, because they love us.
Conversations With My Father
Savannah's POV
I watched in silence as the new snow slowly settled on the ground from my bedroom window. It had been a long, cold day at school and then at home. Mom was with Leslie and the kids and I was stuck in my room. I had argued with my father earlier and I swear that this constant hostility between us was creating a gap in my heart. I was slowly withering. I'd not seen Jevian in almost seven months. My father forbade me to see him. He smelled the clothes I had on the last time that I was with Jevian, that he caught my Jay's scent on me. We argued for many days, until I didn't have anything else to say to him. I became a recluse and I didn't talk to anyone at home. My only source of normalcy was Clarissa and Leslie Alexis, my older sister. My father wasn't a mean person. In fact, he's a great person, but he worries too much about me. I understood my parent's point of view. They'd lost a son before I was even born; which makes my dad an overprotective oaf. After Giovanni's death, I became the- my parents- center of their universe. I understand that. I was my parents' miracle child.
My father doted on me and tried to be there for me as much as possible. I knew that I was loved, but at the same time, I felt like I was being suffocating. I envied Leslie, because she got to do so many things with her friend, but I couldn't. I can't go anywhere without my parents asking where I was going and who I was with. I understood that they cared, but, fucks! I needed a break. I turned around from the window and walked to my laptop computer that was thrown on the bed. I ambled tiredly to my bed and flopped on the blue and purple covers of my bed.
"Let's see if I have any new messages," I mumbled to myself, as I retrieved the computer and opened it.
I waited until the screen appeared and started browsing through the internet. When I opened my email box there were five messages from Clarissa- a girl from my school- and one from Jevian. I sat up on the bed and felt assaulted by anxiety. There was something wrong with my Jevian. I could feel it in my heart. I placed the laptop on the pillow and clicked on Jevian's email. My eyes skimming through the black letters, as the words slowly formed in my head. Jevian had to leave in a hurry to El Salvador; his father had been attacked by werewolves and he needed his son to take care of his family. He wrote in the email, that he didn't know when he was going to be back, but that he loved me and would never forget me. I gasped in horror and hopped off my bed and ran downstairs.
"Dad," I yelled.
"What?" My father was sitting in his recliner, as he watched his favorite football team play.
I walked over to his chair and crouched beside him. He cocked one thick eyebrow, as he stared quizzically at me.
"What's wrong, baby?" he asked casually, his eyes averting to the television.
"Dad," I cried, grasping the thin fabric of his sweatpants. "Jevian's father was attacked by werewolves."
"How do you know?" he asked, a shadow of anger looming over his head.
"That's irrelevant, Dad," I snapped. "Was it our wolves? Are our werewolves in South America?"
"No," he said, shaking his head. "Our wolves are in La Push. Are you blaming us for the death of another damn vampire?"
"No!" I said, shaking my head.
"Are you blaming your own father? I have been here with you all this time? Do you think it was me?"
"No, Dad, but are you sure that it wasn't any of our wolves?"
"Savannah Elizabeth," he gritted, as he moved uncomfortably in his chair. "Are you calling me a liar?"
"No, Dad," I said, gnawing at my lip. "I just wanted to know, please, tell me if you know anything."
"I haven't killed any vampires." he said, getting up from his chair. He began ambling to the kitchen and stopped in the doorway and turned to face me. "I quit phasing since the last time that you sneaked out of your room. I don't know about the rest of the pack. There are many of them protecting La Push, but there are none of our people in South America."
"Are you sure?" I asked desperately.
"I'm positive," he said, placing his arm on the doorway and looked menacingly at me. "How do you know about it?"
"What?" I asked confused, as I got nearer.
"How do you know about Jevian's father getting hurt by a werewolf?" he asked seriously.
"I just do," I shrugged. "I just do and don't start arguing with me for having contact with Jevian." I said angrily.
"I don't want you to ha-"
"Listen, Dad," I paused, inhaling deeply. "I don't want to argue with you. You said that your wolves are here in La Push, then I believe you. I'll go upstairs and let you watch your game." I said and began to trudge to the staircase. Dad clutched my arm and spun me around. "What?" I snapped.
"Sweetie," he whispered, as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "I don't want you getting hurt."
"I'm already hurt, Dad." I whispered. "You've kept me away from him for almost two years. I love him-"
He let go of my arm and paced around me. "I don't-Don't fucking say that, please!"
"But I do love him," I said, my voice breaking. "Can't you see how much I suffer without him? How would you feel if they rob you of your own personal sun? What if they separated you from Mom? What if they take away the only thing that has ever made sense to you and the only thing that you've ever loved and treasured, Dad?" I asked angrily, as treacherous tears fell down my face. "That's what it feels like to me. You've take the air that I breath and polluted it! I've been robbed of my radiant sun and I have been stripped of all that's precious and lovely. You have taken me away from my soul mate. I love Jevian with all my passion! Damn it, I love him so much that if I don't see him soon, I'm going to die, Dad! I might as well die."
"Savannah," he cried, as he framed my face in his warm, enormous hands and sobbed. "Don't say that! Don't you love me? Please, don't talk like that, princess." he said in a low voice, as he kissed my cheek. There was a lone tear sliding down his face, as his brown eyes stared sadly at me.
"I can't help it! I love him! I'm dying without him. I'm seventeen years old and I feel so old. I feel so damn old, Dad. There are just a few tears left in me! I feel like one of this days there won't be any more left in me. I've cried so much in my young life, enough to last me forever. I can't live like this anymore. I need him. I can't watch people around me being happy, while I'm so miserable. I have obeyed you in everything that I could, but I don't think that I can do this anymore. I can't be away from him, Daddy. My heart is broken without him. Can't you see how bitter I am?"
"Why are you so-ugh! Savannah, why didn't you fall in love with someone normal? Why him? What's so special about that vampire-hybrid idiot? He's not even a damn vampire!" Dad shouted, as he slammed his fist against the wall, creating a hole. I jumped in shock and took a few steps away from him. "Don't be scare, angel. I won't hurt you. I will never hurt you."
You are already hurting me, my soul screamed.
"I can't tell my heart what to feel! I can't tell it what I want it to do! It just loves Jevian. There are no reasons, it just does. I love him. Dad, Jay is kind. He has never hurt me and he never will. He may be a vampire-hybrid, but he's so kind and so gentle."
"Go to your room," he said furiously, pointing up the stairs. "Just go and-"
"No," I snapped. "I've listened to you, Dad! Why can't you listen to me? I have been an obedient daughter. I've kept away from him, but I can't anymore. I'm at the point where I don't care anymore! I need him. I need to see him and be next to him, until I die, or I turn into a vampire. Whatever my destiny is-as long- fucks, as long as it's next to him."
"I rather die than see you become a vampire like my-" he stopped and drew in deep breaths.
"Like Maybelle?" I mumbled.
"How do you know about her? Did Leslie tell you?" he asked surprised.
"No," I shook my head and walked in to the kitchen. He followed after me and walked to the other side of the room.
"Jevian told you?" he asked acrimoniously.
"No," I shouted, my hands clenched in fists. My tears were like a blurry curtain, distorting my father's image. "I met her once. She told me about everything that happened to her and how she became a vampire. I don't underst- She's your sister! Don't you love her? The least that you can do is talk to her. She's still family, isn't she? I know that she's a vampire-but won't it be better if you got acquainted with your sister again? Isn't it better to let go of all the hurt and let love heal all the wounds that we'd carried with us for so long?"
"Shut up, you don't even know what you are talking about. That idiot has corrupted your mind." he shouted.
"Jevian, corrupted my mind?" I laughed mockingly. "It was Leslie the one that told me that,"
"Leslie?"
"Yes," I paused angrily. "Your lovely goodie two-shoes daughter was the one that told me!"
"Liar," he spat.
"No, she told me about Aunt Maybelle. They keep in touch. Yes, I did meet Maybell on my own, but that is irrelevant. She's never hurt me. I don't think that she'll ever will. She loves you so much that she'll never hurt your daughters. You can see the sadness in her eyes when she talks about you. She hasn't forgotten her brother. She loves you very much."
"I don't want to hear this," he said madly.
"Why can't you ever see my point of view? Why can't you-"
"Because I don't want to lose you!" he said desperately, as he pulled me into his arms, placing his chin on the crown of my head and wept miserably. "I don't want to lose my baby girl."
"Lose me? How? I won't go anywhere. I'm cooped in the house. I don't have any friends. Where can I go?" I sniveled.
"I lost your brother Giovanni and I never met him. I don't want that to happen to you. I don't want to lose my little princess." he whispered in my hair.
"What does that have to do with me? Am I a replacement for him?" I asked, pushing him away from me.
"No,"
"Then?"
"You are our miracle child. You know that Giovanni and Leslie were raised by a different father. I was only involved in your sister's life since she was nine years old. I didn't get to see her take her first steps and I missed so much from her and her brother's life, that it pains me so much. When she met me, she always kept her distance from me. It wasn't until she was eleven that she started trusting me. She saw me as her stepfather, but in reality I was her biological father. See," he said, raking his fingers through his hair. "I-"
"What?" I asked confused. "I don't get it,"
"You need to know the truth in order to understand what I'm going through." he said dejectedly.
"Go ahead," I said, crossing my arms over my chest. "I want to know."
"I met your mother when she was about your age. She was spending a summer vacation with her grandparents. I fell in love with her on the spot, but she didn't like me at first. She told me that if I grew ten inches or more, she might consider dating me. Little did I know that I was going to turn into a werewolf!" he said, scoffing sarcastically. "I had the gene and there were vampires around La Push, so I guess that there was no turning back for me. I became what I am today. A werewolf. Anyways, I was a gawky kid and her grandfather loved me, because I was descent and helped others. He wanted me to date his granddaughter. Except that Leslie Anastasia didn't like me. It was until the end of the summer that she finally gave me an opportunity and became my girlfriend. We dated the following summers, but we lost touched. It was hard because it was a long distance relationship. A few years passed and her grandfather died so she came to the funeral with her then boyfriend, GianCarlos Ruiz. He left the funeral early, because he was a soldier stationed in California and he couldn't stick around. Leslie Ann stayed helping her grandmother cope with all the bills and to run the house. One day, she was walking down the beach and we met again. We became acquainted again and she fell in love with me again. I never stopped loving her. After I became a wolf, I saw her for the first time and my fate was sealed: she was my soul mate." he said, looking down at his clenched hands. "Before she went back to California to start Med school, I found out from my father that she was engaged to that Ruiz idiot. I should've fought for her, but I thought that I was doing the right thing, by letting her get married. I wanted her to be happy. I didn't know that she was pregnant with my children. I thought that Leslie was happy, but she wasn't. She got a divorce and her son stayed with the man he thought was his father. Years went by and I found your mother working as a doctor for the same tribe that I was working with. Well, she slowly fell in love with me again. I loved her with all my heart since the first moment that I laid eyes on her. She was always in my thoughts. We fell in love, got married and with that marriage, came a beautiful little nine year old step-daughter... It was your sister. I loved her and I swear that I thought that I loved that child because she was your mother's. I didn't know that our blood ties were so strong, that they were calling us… Leslie became my adoration, because she was your mother's. But later, Leslie Ann told me that Les was my daughter and that Giovanni was also my son. I was excited and so content to know that my love had created such amazing children. But when I was about to meet Gio, he died in a fatal car accident. It devastated our family. It destroyed me, because if I had acted on my impulses… If I had taken my destiny in my own hands, then my children would have been with me. I would've raised them. Your mother would've not suffered at the hands of that loser she called husband once. You understand? Leslie Alexis lost her twin brother and your mother and I lost a son. I felt it in my heart. I felt the lost and to this day, I regret leaving your mother. I feel ashamed."
"What does that have to do with me?" I asked, wiping the tears with the heel of my hand. "I understand that-"
"A lot! It has everything to do with you. I lost my son and I never go to tell him how much I loved him. But after destiny destroyed me, giving me the final blow to my heart, it gave me a miracle. Just when I thought that I'd lost all my hopes, destiny gave me the opportunity to love Les like a father should love his daughter. She loved me and opened her heart to me. She gave me many wonderful memories… But then, I found out that I was going to be a father and nine months later, I met you. You had your mother's green eyes and you were so delicate. You gravitated towards me and that made me want to protect you even more. I wanted to keep you away from pain or hurt. It's never been my intention to make you suffer. I've always want to protect you. I feel like it's my duty to keep your safe, Savannah. You are the only daughter that I've met since she was an infant. I can see Giovanni and Leslie in you. I love you with all my heart and I never meant to make you suffer."
"I am safe with Jevian," I said despondently. "I'm as safe in his arms, as I would be with you. I know that, Dad. Why can't you see it?"
"No, you aren't! He will hurt you!"
"No, he won't, Dad."
"Sava-"
"Dad," I said, placing my hands over my ears and wept. "You are the one that is hurting me! You are being selfish and you won't let me be with the person that I love. I want to spend my lifetime with him. I don't care if I grow old and he doesn't. At least, Dad, at least, I'll get to live with the person that I love. Why can't you see that when you keep me away from him, you are slowly killing me?" I said, tears streaming down my face. "I'm practically dead."
"I didn't know that," he whispered, walking towards me, as he pulled me in his warm arms. "I'm sorry."
"You are,"
"I didn't mean to hurt you. I didn't know that you love Jevian that way. I'm scared of losing you."
"I love him, dad. I love him so much and I'm scared that I'll never get to see him again. I'm afraid that he won't wait for me. Even though he said that he would; I am scared that he won't love me anymore. I'd made him suffer too much. I'm tired of not being with him. You get to have my Mom."
"Why do you say that?"
"He left to South America. His father was attack by werewolves. I'm afraid that he might never return to my side. What if he forgets me? What if he doesn't want to be with me, Dad? What am I going to do without him?"
"Call him," he whispered next to my ear. "Tell him what you've told me. If he loves you, he'll never forget you and he'll return to you."
"You mean it?"
"Yes," he said, brushing my tears away. "He'll be there for you. No matter where you are, he'll be there for you." he smiled. "I doubt that he will forget you, Savannah. You are unforgettable."
"You really think so?"
"I do," he smiled tenderly.
"You love him, right?" he asked. I nodded, looking up at him sadly. "I thought that you were just infatuated with him, Savy."
"I'm not." I said gloomily. "I love him too much. In fact, he's the only one that I love. He wanted me to experience the world and to fall in love with someone else that wasn't him. I tried, but it was difficult. He's my world."
"He's a smart man," Dad said annoyed. "How did that go?"
"It backfired on me, Dad," I paused. "I ended up loving him even more." I laughed. "I can't stop my heart from choosing who it wants to love."
"That's true,"
"Just be happy, Savannah. I'll overlook the fact that he is a-you know- and let you see him."
"You mean it?"
"Yeah," he said miserably. "Just, don't stop loving your old man, Savannah. Don't forget that I love you too."
We held each other and talked for a few more hours. I served him some of his favorite ice cream and he smiled at me. He actually smiled at me for the first time in a long time. I felt a bit happy. My father gave me his blessing to see Jevian. I just wanted to believe that Jevian would still want me even after all this time.
It was half past midnight, when I heard a soft beep coming from the computer, informing me that I got an IM. I rushed to my bed and placed the computer on my lap. I looked at the screen and smiled.
JC- What are you doing, love?
SexySavy- Missing you
JC- I'm in South America. I'll be here for a while. My father was badly hurt by those real werewolf. Hopefully, he'll be fine.
SexySavy- Do you still love me?
JC- With all my heart. I can't stop thinking of you. Will you honor me with your voice? Can I call you?
SexySavy- Yes, I'll wait for your call, angel.
I placed the computer next to me and sighed. I couldn't wait to hear my angel's voice. I wanted to see him and tell him everything that had happened today. I heard a knock on the door and my father entered my room. He told me that he had to pick up my mother from Les' house and that he was going to be back soon. A few minutes after he left, Jevian called me. He told me how much he loved and missed me. I felt content. My heart was slowly healing itself. It was going to take a bit longer; I was on the road to full recovery.