Jacob
Chapter 14- "Some People have Lovers addicted to Crack"
Thank you for the reviews and the fanfic alerts for Gone with the Moon, I really appreciate them as much as I love writing! For those just reading Gone with the Moon, it is a slight continuation from my other fanfics- Black Decision 1 and 2 and can be read alone, but as some have said, it may be best to get Jacob and Bella's story first in Black Decision.
Disclaimer: This is very important. I do not own any of Stephenie Meyer's great works of the Twilight Series, I only wish I have thought it up first! I do not own the character's names, except ones I made up.
I dialed Carlisle's personal number as soon as Renesmee bolted out the door. It rang three times before he answered, he sounded a bit tired, if that's possible. They don't sleep, Nessie told me.
"Did I disturb something?" I asked. It may have been him and Esme 'doing it' but that picture didn't settle with me.
"No. Is everything alright?"
"Everything is wrong, Dr. Fang! Nessie is on a rampage and I can't stop her!"
"Hold on. A warpath? What is she doing?"
I told him everything that happened between us, I left nothing out. I told him only parts about Leah and I, then I ended on Nessie running away looking for blood.
"This is definitely serious. We may have to try and get her to come home," Carlisle said softly. "I want to take a look at her myself…something just doesn't add up for me."
"Which part?"
"All of it," he admitted. "I'm a medical doctor, but not a psychiatrist, although I feel it may be that Nessie needs both."
"She's acting out?"
"Quite possibly." Carlisle stated. "But you said she was with Nahuel for almost a full day?"
"Yeah."
We said nothing for a while.
"It has to be Nahuel. Maybe he did something, Doc. I can feel it! I know it!"
"Jacob, I am not placing blame here, but I am trying to figure out what is going on with you and Nessie. Aren't you two soul mates?"
He had to throw that in there.
"Yes, I guess. She doesn't think so anymore."
"Are you certain it's just her and not you too? Nessie really adored you as little girl and she built her hopes around you; we may have coddled her a bit too much but she always thought of you and now you two haven't even…at least eloped?"
"I want to marry her, Carlisle. I do." I took a deep breath. "I just have so much on my mind you know? Bella, Leah, Nessie…"
"Are you still in love with Bella, Jacob?"
I sat on my bed.
"I'm in love with Nessie. I told her I loved her and she just left."
Carlisle listened to me, without interrupting. He was such a good listener. It's amazing how it felt so easy just to pour most of myself to him, more so than I could my own pack.
"The only remedy for something like that Jacob is to tell her how you are feeling. Even the parts that may hurt her and you in the process. Healing begins once wounds are exposed, son."
"But there are many parts that may drive us even farther apart."
"Even more apart than now?" Carlise asked me. When he realized I couldn't answer, he continued, "The matter at hand is Renesmee though. I will try and get Alice to see where she is before she hurt anyone, and somehow we will get her here, or we'll come there."
I think maybe she needed Forks. Perhaps I did too.
"Please hurry."
"Wait, more details…did she eat or drink anything she normally doesn't? I'm thinking her body is probably spiked off of something."
"Not that I know of."
"Okay," Carlise said.
I rolled over to my side. Where she could she be? This was definitely all my fault. I will admit to her everything, and why I am a jerk, I will lose her for sure if I hadn't already, but at least I would be honest.
The situation with Leah was bad but I couldn't worry about her. She claimed to care for me too, but she wanted nothing but my body. Was Nessie the same? Bella? It is me then, because the common denominator was me, always me.
I tried Nessie's cell over and over and still no answer.
Wherever she was, I would know later on once Dr. Carlisle calls.
I headed down the steps and made some breakfast of fried hot dogs with scrambled cheese eggs. When I opened the top cabinet for a glass, a plastic bowl fell into the sink, splashing old, cold coffee in my face.
Nessie's coffee.
Nessie's newfound drink.
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"She seems to be heading to Virginia Beach. Alice drew a sketch of the ocean and some other places."
"There's more than one beach here though, Doc." I said.
"This was more specific."
"How so?"
"A green sign that said Welcome to Virginia Beach."
Carlisle said he was going to check into the coffee thing again, and said he may have a plan on how to get Nessie to go back to Forks. He advised me I wouldn't like it.
Once he told me what Alice said, I was beyond mad.
The plan involved Nahuel.
Who was still here, and leaving soon to go back to Forks, even then he won't be in Forks long since he travels.
"I still don't like this, Doc."
"I know. She seems to have taken a bit of a liking to him Jacob. I apologize for being blunt, but I have spoken with him recently."
"What!?"
"I spoke with him after one of Alice's visions. To see if it was on point…it was. Nahuel is in love with her, Jacob."
For a doctor he wasn't so bright. Telling me stuff like this.
"So, she had sex with him. She lied to me!"
"Jacob, she never did. She wouldn't. But please don't throw stones; you are as much responsible for this as she is."
"How can you say that?"
"You love her and can't tell her, so show her. She loves you and is upset she doesn't understand you. Then, of course your history with her mother…but none of that matters. I am paying for your ticket to come here too."
"Great."
"We need you here, "he told me. "We miss you."
"I miss you too, just try and keep Nessie apart from that Nahuel. Where exactly is she?"
"We know where she is. Did you mind packing and coming here by tomorrow? Was your lease month to month?"
"Yeah."
"Okay, handle that, because we need you back here. We need to figure this all out. That is, if you don't mind."
"She is my heart," I whispered. "I'll do anything for her."
"I know." He said.
I looked at the brown coffee draining in the sink. I was about to wash dishes, something I never relished, but could stand to do. Leah used to tease me saying I was like her in that way. She didn't like to clean, especially dishes. That's what paper plates are for. I agreed.
But now, standing in the kitchen washing them, I felt humbled. Nessie washed, cooked, cleaned and never complained about it. We ate out occasionally, but she would insist on one of her homemade meals from a cookbook she just bought, or some new way she could decorate the living room area.
Washing dishes allowed my thoughts to roll around more quietly, put things into perspective. This is why Carlisle wanted me to come back to Forks tomorrow and let them handle the Nessie situation. They didn't want me responsible for killing anyone, or putting the pack in danger.
Some people have lovers addicted to crack.
Or sex.
Mines is a half human vampire addicted to dry roasted beans.
Could be worse.