AN: I have decided to do JJ's story next, though I think based on my reviewers, I'll do PJ's after this. As always, thanks for the reviews and I hope they continue :)

Previously on Entirely Unique:

It didn't matter that Spencer was dead, or Lleyna was going crazy from withdrawls while being pregnant, or the fact that the rest of my siblings were miserable right now; Momma was going to live and that was all that mattered.

Jacob Junior's Story

Chapter Twenty-Four

My name is Jacob Ephraim Black, Jr., I am nineteen years old, Beta of the Wolf Pack, and the firstborn son of a half vampire and a werewolf. So I guess you could say that I was special. It hasn't been all sunshine and rainbows like it seems though.

I'm not complaining, but it has been a hard life to live, especially with what's happened in the last month. I'm the oldest brother who was given the most responsibility of the family, but like I said, I'm not complaining.

Being the oldest brother is tough for anyone, but being the oldest brother with five younger sisters and four little brothers (now three) was even harder than normal humans ever have to go through. Being the oldest wolf brother of three half vampires, five werewolves (now four), and one human was even harder than that and definitely not anything everyone else has to go through.

My nature is to protect people. That's what I'm programed as a wolf to do; protect my people, keep my family safe, and find a mate. So far, I've only been able to accomplish the first one and even that was sketchy. The hardest part of my life is not being able to control what happens to my little siblings and my parents.

Spencer is dead before his eighteenth birthday, Lleyna is going to be a single mother in a few months (if that) because her husband was killed and most of the family wants nothing to do with her, and Mom was recovering from being almost killed after being sick since we got back from Italy.

What kind of a Beta was I? Dad would be ashamed of me if he wasn't in such terrible pain already. If he was thinking clearly, I would be kicked out of La Push.

I'm not being dramatic...or maybe I am. It doesn't make it any less true though.

Lleyna ran away under my watch and joined the Volturi Guard, got pregnant, and converted to normal vampire tendencies. So it was my fault that she was strung out right now, possibly injuring her baby even further by denying it the blood it craves, and ruining another life.

Oh yeah; and I killed her husband. My sister who was barely a year younger than me lost the one guy she assumed she would have forever with and it was all because of me.

Though, I guess technically it was his fault too. Demetri was attacking Charlie and I didn't think or breath; I only saw red. He was dead almost instantly, but that doesn't help ease my conscious any.

In my defense, Demetri was also a crazy and evil Volturi Guard Member who didn't truly love my sister like she thought.

"Hurry up, JJ!" Sophia yelled up the stairs to the boys' hall. We were all on the top floor while the girls took the second floor and Jacob and Nessie occupied the private room just off of the kitchen.

I threw a t-shirt on since I had been thinking in the shower and had yet to actually fully clothe myself and searched for my sweat pants in the pile of dirty clothes on my floor.

Nessie usually did the laundry when we were busy with patrols, but that all changed when she was bitten. Now it was fend for yourself while Jacob was by her side like the faithful imprinter he was.

Not that I'm complaining, I don't mind helping pick up the slack around the house or trying to get the others to listen to my commands, I just wished that I had put laundry on the list of chores for us to do.

At long last, when my younger siblings were probably about ready to storm upstairs and force me to hurry up, I found a semi-clean pair of black sweats and slipped them on.

I bumped into PJ in the hallway and tried not to laugh at the outfit he had picked out. The boy was obviously suffering from the same lack of clean clothing problem that I was having because he was dressed in sweats that looked two sizes too small (probably from about a year ago when he and Peter first started phasing) and his shirt looked like it was one of Dad's.

"Nice outfit." I commented, but didn't say anything else as his dark little cheeks lit up in embarrassment. I knew that was enough to get him to remember to start his own load of wash when we returned from visiting Mom.

"What took you forever?" Sophia asked grouchily to the two of us when we reached the bottom of the stairs. Skylar rolled her eyes behind her sister while Abby giggled at the serious tone in Sophia's usually happy, calm voice. Peter looked at his twin with a smirk, though didn't dare comment on my outfit.

Then Sophia, the next oldest sibling of mine, saw our outfits and shook her head, deciding to let our tardiness go.

"It doesn't matter." Sophia said lightly, dismissing her previous question. "What matters is that one of Nahuel's sisters found the cure to Mom's disease thing and she should be healthy by now...or at least that's what Dad and Charlie said when they called an hour ago and told us to head over there."

"Are Lewis and..." I started to ask, but PJ cut me off.

"She's not coming to see Momma because she'll kill her, or us for that matter." He spat, glancing at his twin for support. Peter and PJ had this complete hatred for Lleyna since she came back.

"That's enough." I said, mustering up all of my Beta authority and silencing the fourteen year olds.

I understood their pain at losing a brother and Pack member due to Lleyna's choice to join the Guard and thus leading to Charlie's kidnapping, but enough was enough. She had her own issues to go through, what with being pregnant, single, and still having a strange withdraw even after almost two weeks home from Italy.

The twins shot me a glare as we left, but I would rather have them hating me then harboring undesereved, misplaced grudges towards Lleyna. Though from the looks they were giving me, they seemed to have just added me to their hate list instead.

That's all part of being the oldest, sometimes being the bad guy to protect someone else.

I sighed, 'maybe I should start complaining now' I thought with a half smile at my own joke.