So, I decided to do this in Beck's POV. Let's see how this goes... :)
Beck's POV
I opened the door quietly and the sight I saw made my brows furrow together in sorrow. Mom was lying on the couch asleep, hair ruffled, and mascara-stained cheeks. I walked over to her and sighed. I didn't want her to wake up and face her, I wasn't strong enough to deal with this stuff like Savannah was. Isn't that ironic, her being the little sister and me being the big brother? I was pathetic.
I wasn't the type of person to just scream insults at someone you loved, and not feel my heart breaking with every word I said. Especially to my mom. It didn't matter what she had done. I had too big of a heart, and I had always been the nice guy. And being the nice guy always got you screwed over in the end.
I bent over slightly and kissed her on the forehead. I then trudged up the stairs to my bedroom. Thinking about Savannah actually kind of infuriated me. We had all of this to deal with at home, and her and Embry were together making love faces at each other?
I can't just deal with this by myself. I can't. I sat down on my bed exhausted and studied the face staring back at me. Hard jaw line, frustrated brown eyes, and a deep frown. And not to mention the bit of scruff I had carelessly not shaven for awhile now. I had definitely seen better days.
I glanced at the picture in the frame on my dresser. I picked it up, and gazed down at it. It was three or four years ago, and it was Sav, Mom, and me on the beach. Mom was laying down in the sand with our old dog, Sandy, lying besider her, and I was standing up with Savannah hanging on my back.
Mom was smiling cheekily, Savannah was mid-laugh, and I was grinning ear to ear. I smiled at the memory. I missed when things were that simply. When did everything have to get so difficult?
I was pulling off my shirt to change when I heard something outside and my body went rigid. That's when the stench of leech hit me and I bounded down the steps and out the front door.
I flew off the porch steps and turned my head sharply towards the direction of the scent. Saying that my "wolf instincts" were kicking in was an understatement. Half of me wanted to rip this idiot apart and the other half of me knew that I had a sister that would rip me apart if I did.
"I know you're here," I said gruffily. "Come out."
I heard a branch snap, and then he came into view. I had never seen him close up until now. I don't know if I was going crazy or not, probably, but I kind of saw a bit of myself in him. I cringed at the thought. Me anything like a leech? Never.
"Hello, son." He said smoothly. I narrowed my eyes at him and clenched my fists together. Must. Stay. Under control.
"Now, do you really have a right to call me that?" I said, my voice sounding much quieter than I'd expected. What was wrong with me?
"Well, no matter what, I am your father. Do I have a right to call you Son? Probably not. Do I want to? Absolutely."
I walked closer to him and pointed an accusing finger in his face. "You ripped our family apart." I said, my voice on the edge of screaming.
"Well one thing is for sure...you and your sister definitely inherited your temper from your mother." He smirked. I wanted to slap that stupid smile off his rock hard face.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, genuinely curious. My mind was racing. This man was my father for Christ's Sake. The one person I had always craved for in my life, but the one that had never been here. And the sucky thing was, it wasn't even his fault.
He looked at me almost sadly. "Beck...I came here to meet you before I left for good. I've caused enough trouble, I know. You don't have to keep reminding me. I know what I've done."
I interrupted him before he could go on. "Then why did you do it, Father? Huh? If you knew how much trouble this would cause, then why in the hell did you even come around? Could you at least not just watch from a distance? Have you not seen what this has done to Savannah? And by hurting her, she hurt Mom worse than you could ever imagine. She came so close to ripping her apart when she phased, and we're all lucky there's something special about her that helped her realize what she was doing! And that's truly a freakin miracle! And you know what the worst thing about thinking about all this is? If she would of hurt mom.."
I stopped and ran my fingers through my hair frustratedly. "No, if she would of KILLED Mom, do you know who would be to blame?! YOU, Dad. You!" I yelled at him. I was shaking now.
"Beck, calm down..." He started. I shook my head at him and turned around quickly.
"Just...just give me a minute please." I said through my teeth. I had to get myself together. If I phased, things would not turn out good and that'd just cause even more trouble and hurt. I had to do this for Savannah.
I inhaled and exhaled a couple times and got myself under control, and then turned back around. "Sorry for kind of, well, exploding a few minutes ago. I just had to get that all out."
"I understand." He said a matter-of-factly. "Beck, you have to understand something. I knew this would cause confusion, and some pain, but I never knew your sister would practically try to disown your Mom. Which isn't even possible, by the way. Sav could find a way though.." He trailed off, chuckling.
Since when could he call her Sav? I bit my tongue. Hard. "Her name is Savannah."
He looked at me with an emotion that I couldn't really place. "Sorry, Beck. You're just not as accepting as all of this as your sister is."
"Yeah, well, I'm kind of on Mom's side, unlike Savannah who is on someone's side that she's met twice."
I heard the door creak open behind me, and I turned my head around quickly. Mom was peeping her head out the door, with teary eyes. I looked at her sadly and ran up to her.
"Hey, hey, hey...don't cry, please," I whispered, hugging her tightly. "Mom, I tried not to wake you up! If you don't want him here..."
She pulled back a little and tried to smile at me. I acted like I didn't notice it was forced. "No, sweetie," She said softly, cupping her hand on my cheek. "I told him he could talk to you and Savannah both."
I looked at her solemnly and just nodded. "Okay, mom." I said, and kissed her cheek. "Go on back in...I'll come in a second. This shouldn't take long."
She smiled a tight smile at me and briefly glanced at Dad, then went back inside. I walked slowly back over to him and looked at him awkwardly. "Well?"
He looked uncomfortable to say the least. "This didn't really go as expected."
"What were you expecting? Laughs, jokes, and hugs? Way to dream big. It's never that simple." I joked.
He laughed without humor. "You're correct, my boy."
My stomach tightened when he said that. His boy? I felt like I was going to be sick. "Well, I think this is about done..."
"I'm sorry, Beck. I really am." He said, his eyes burning into mine. "I hope one day you'll forgive me."
I nodded slightly. "Maybe one day," I said lowly. "That day just isn't today."
He started edging backwards into the forest. "I understand. Goodbye, kid. I love you."
I didn't say anything, just started back to the porch. Before I opened the door, I heard him again.
"And Beck? Tell your mom I love her, and I never stopped. And I never will stop. Goodnight, son."
