African Sorceress
Previously;
I dropped my necklace, and looked around my room, almost expecting Jacob to be there already. To my surprise though, I saw another figure in my room, staring at me with not a hint of drunkenness upon his features.
"Hello Maya. Miss me?"
I stared at the figure. A tear slipped down my cheek, and suddenly I found myself running forward, into his arms. He pulled me close, and I pressed my face to his chest.
"Dad." I whispered. For me, it was like being on an emotional rollercoaster. I so much wanted to slap him, to shout, to scream for Jake to take him away, but I couldn't. For years, I had yearned for this side of my Dad to come back, the one that wasn't drunk, the one that actually loved me with all of his heart. Eventually, he pulled me out in front of him, staring at me.
"Dad?" I asked, confused.
"Maya, I'm so sorry. I have definitely not been a model father for the past years, and I'm so happy that you're happy now. I've stopped drinking, I just want my daughter back." He said, and I cried. Slowly, as if he was unsure of his movements, he wiped my tear from my cheek. Suddenly, I heard a crash from the door.
"Maya, I'm back!" Jacob shouted, and threw the door open. I turned around, and he took in my dad, and my tear-stained face. Slowly, he stalked forward, giving my dad his famous evil eyes. To be honest, it scared me. He knew my dad from my thoughts, and sorted him into the 'bad' category.
"Stay the hell away from my girlfriend." He said, his body shaking. I ran toward him.
"Jake, calm down. Please. He's sober, he won't hurt me! Please, give him a chance. Please." I begged, ad he snapped out of his angry mode, and straight into his protective one. He pulled me into his arms, hugging me tightly, and faced my dad again, pulling me slightly behind his back. I knew it would take a while for him to forgive my dad, but he would.
"And what will happen when he is drunk?" He asked me, looking into my eyes. To be honest, I didn't know. But before I could answer, my dad did.
"Young man, I regret all that I have done after Cara died. I will never, ever, stoop that low again. All I want is my daughter again; to start afresh." My father said. Jacob sighed, and ran his hands through his hair.
"I can't promise you anything. But I'll make you deal. I'm in charge of Maya's safety now, and if you hurt her, I'll hurt you." Jake said, ever the protective. "But if you get a stable, safe home in La Push, and prove to me that you can be the kind father Maya remembers, then I'll be happy to let her live with you, to trust you to look after her. But don't think you can ever send me away." Jacob said. By now, my father probably thought Jacob was over protective, but to be honest; he was. But also everything I could ask for in a boyfriend; a soul mate.
"I will agree to your terms, but Maya is still my daughter. We both want the same things; for her to be happy, and safe. I thank you for looking after her when I couldn't." My dad said, and Jacob nodded.
"For now, focus on getting a stable place to live, and get a job. I'll always be there, shadowing Maya, keeping her safe. If you do anything to break the trust she has in you, I'll be the first to know. And you'll be the first to know I know when you're greeted with a punch in the face." Jake threatened.
"Okay. I've rented a hotel room near here; the Speckled Band Hotel? I'm room five. I'll be over in the late morning. Is that okay Maya?" My dad asked, and for once someone was actually consulting me about myself.
"Yes. I can introduce you to everyone at Emily's. Goodbye." I said, and took a few steps forward. My dad pulled me into a tight hug, like he was scared to let go.
"I'm not going anywhere; not this time." I reassured him, and he walked out of the door. Jacob turned to me, and suddenly his lips were on mine, needy, wanting. He pulled me over to the bed, still kissing, and the sparks flew in my head. I didn't want to think about anything at the moment bar Jacob and I. He lay down on the bed, pulling me beside him. He moaned into my mouth, but I had to breathe. We broke the kiss, and Jacob's hands suddenly delved towards the patch of skin above my skirt where my top had ridden up. His hand steadily trailed up my shirt, and only then did I realise what was happening. I took his exploring hand into mine, and he looked at me, hurt.
"Jacob, I'm too young." I whispered, and he understood perfectly.
"Okay. When you're older, then." He said, not easily discouraged. "I love you." He whispered, and I curled into his everlasting warmth.
"I love you too." I replied, and he wrapped his arms tightly around me, almost possessively. Obviously tonight with my dad had him worrying I would want to go back to Africa to live with him, and leave Jacob behind.
"Jacob?" I whispered.
"Hmm?" he asked, his hand tracing circles on my bare arm.
"No matter how much I love my dad, I could never leave you." I told him, and he kissed me again. I reckon kissing is much better than talking; it made me feel loved. And on that thought, I slid into not-so peaceful dreams.