Disclaimer: I do NOT own Twilight or any rights too it. This is written purely for fun.

Author's Note: Here's chapter two. I hope that this one is better. I'm having a bit of trouble getting use to this new plot. Bare with me. I've almost got it worked out. Reviews are welcomed and encouraged. Enjoy!

"Sarah? Sarah! Honey, answer me."

"I'm sorry, what?"

I drug my eyes away from Jacob Black, dropped his hand, and looked at my grandfather. Shock and realization of my newest epiphany was written clearly across my features and Charlie placed his hand on my shoulder. I felt something warm and wet cascade down my cheek and my mouth fell open slightly. I didn't know if I wanted to scream, or laugh, or break down into sobs. I didn't if I was angry, or sad, or relieved now that I knew. I was certain that Jacob Black, my mother's saving grace as a teenage girl, was my biological father. My mind flew through all the situations that could have made this one possible. Did he not want me? Did my mother take the decision away from him? Did he know I was his daughter and not Edward Cullen's?

"I know."

"What? I asked if you were alright, sweetheart."

"I don't know."

Charlie kept his eyes trained on me but glanced at the two men standing beside us. I looked too. Billy looked concerned but, Jacob, he was tense. He almost seemed shocked and afraid. Of what I didn't know. The shock was slowly wearing off and anger started to boil up inside of me. How dare she take me away from my real father! How could she never have told me? How could all of them have kept this from me? Did I not deserve to know my real father? I grew up thinking that a man, who I never truly liked, was my father. I grew up around people who weren't my real family never knowing that the reason I wasn't allowed to visit my grandfather was because they wanted me kept away from the rest of my family.

I could feel my body begin to shake as the anger rushed through my body like molten lava. White hot pain zipped up my spine and my mouth fell open as I gasped. I could hear Charlie yelling at me, asking if I was alright, begging me to talk to him. I could hear Billy telling Jacob to take me into the back yard, to calm me down, to find out what was wrong. The tears came faster as fear joined the anger. I had never been so angry in my life. I couldn't believe that they had lied to me about this. Strong, warm arms wrapped themselves around me and picked me up like a bride. Wind whipped past us and when I opened my eyes I was stunned to find myself in the safety of the tree line.

The pain had dulled and so had the anger. I was hyper aware of the man kneeling above me, running his hands across my body and checking for injuries. His voice was quiet, calm, and reassuring. I looked at his face and saw the tear tracks on his cheeks and felt guilty for frightening him. It was not his fault. I don't know how I knew that, but I did. Something about this man screamed loyal, responsible, and loving. There is no way he would have willing given up a child which meant that my mother had taken me and ran.

"I know who you are." My voice was hoarse and I cleared my throat as his eyes found mine. A small smile graced his mouth.

"Of course you do. Charlie just introduced us."

"You aren't good at playing dumb."

The smile slipped off his face and confusion took over. I don't know whether it was because I had caught him playing stupid or if he really couldn't see what I saw. His eyes looked at me intensely and I looked back. The similarities were actually freaky. We had the same eyes, same smile, same cheek bones, same mouth and same nose. My skin was a shade lighter than his. There was no doubt that I was his daughter. He asked me if I was alright now, and I nodded. He helped me up and we headed back towards the house. We didn't speak and it was awkward, at least on my end.

When we went in through the back door, Charlie looked me over and I smiled. I didn't like beating around the bush. It annoyed me. Billy took out lasagna and we sat and ate. Afterward, we made our way into the living room. Billy and Charlie were telling me about some memories they had of my mother. I looked to Jacob as I laughed at one in particular and saw the pain flash across his eyes. He smiled at me when he realized I was staring and I turned back to my grandfather's with a sigh.

"Grandpa?"

"Yeah, sweetheart."

"I want to talk to you three, if that's alright."

"You have been talking to us."

"About my mother, but neither of you has brought up my father, " I saw them all tense, "Why is that?"

"It's no secret that I dislike Edward." Jacob snorted and I raised an eyebrow.

I looked at the man sitting behind me and sighed. As much as I wanted to know about all of this, I didn't want to cause him pain. In that moment, I decided to play dumb. I decided to dig around. It was obvious that Charlie wanted me to know the truth, but was afraid that I would be taken away from him. Sadly, my mother and Edward no longer had legal control of what I did or where I went. They could take a running leap off of a tall cliff for all I cared. I noticed that it had gotten quiet around me and I looked away from Jacob and smiled at my grandfather.

"It's alright. I don't really like my father, either."

Billy and Charlie laughed and I shot a smile at Jacob, who smirked at me and shook his head. It wasn't long before they had the photo albums pulled out, showing me all kinds of pictures from my mother's childhood. I was amazed to see Jacob in most of them. They must have been really close. My mother was always smiling and laughing, and so was Jacob. They turned the page and I felt Jacob stiffen behind me and I could understand why. My mother had to have been seventeen or eighteen, not long before she was changed. Her mouth was split into a smile so bright I wondered if it was my mother I was looking at. Her face was still pale, but naturally so, and she was looking lovingly into the eyes of the same man sitting beside me. She was happy, happier than I have ever seen her. It was how they looked at each other that made my heart break. It was like they were the only people in the world, like no one else existed. It was like gravity no longer held them to the planet, but they did. Just looking into the other's eyes kept them grounded.

I glanced around me quickly before turning the page. My hand covered my mouth in shock and my eyes filled with tears. It was my mother and Jacob again, but my mother was glowing and very, very pregnant. They both faced the camera, bright smiles on their faces. Jacob's hand lay on top of my mother's, which was on her belly. This was the first picture of what was suppose to be a happy family. I turned the page again and my mother was gone, disappeared. Every picture after that was of Jacob. In some he was alone, in other's he was surrounded by people, but they all had one thing in common. The light in his eyes had disappeared, just like my mother.

My hand froze on the last page and I looked around deep in thought. She didn't just leave him. She destroyed him. All for a man that I have never seen her smile like that with. The spark and love for life had been sucked out of my mother just like it was sucked out of Jacob. They were meant for each other, and she had left. How? What did Edward offer her that Jacob didn't? Certainly not a family, because Jacob had already given her that. Not happiness because she had that in crazy supply around Jacob. It wasn't life, because Edward took that from her. So what was it?

The album I had been looking at was taken from my hands gently and replaced with another. I was terrified to open it. I didn't want to see the evidence of such destruction. Billy gently opened the album and a small smile tip my lips. This was more happy memories. Charlie was in a lot of them, and so was Jacob and Billy. Every so often you would see my mother and two other identical females. They looked a lot like Jacob and Billy. I looked at the bottom of one such picture and smiled. Rachel and Rebecca Black. So, they were Billy's oldest kids. It didn't escape my knowledge that they were introducing me to my real family in their own subtle way. They were telling stories to go along with the pictures, and it was a happy life they portrayed. I wished I could have been part of it. Eventually, Rachel and Rebecca disappeared and more of my mother took their place. It was uncanny to see the difference in their demeanor's.

Finally, the last album was placed in my heads and this time I opened it greedily. My eyes widened in shock and awe at the picture I saw there. The woman had long, straight, black hair, dark brown eyes, and a happy smile. She was beautiful. In her arms was a beautiful baby. I read the caption and felt my heart beat furiously in my chest.

Sarah and Jacob Black

My name and my father's name, but that woman wasn't me. Jacob was the baby. Which means that the woman holding him was my grandmother. I was named after my grandmother. I guess that shouldn't really shock me. I was named after Esme, too. I just never knew that my first name had such significance. I turned the page and smiled. Sarah Black lay on her back, a baby Jacob help above her, laughing as he giggled. He couldn't have been more than two. It was the sweetest picture I had ever seen. Much of the same followed. All of the pictures were of Sarah and her children, of her with her friends. It was nice to see these.

We left a few hours later. Charlie was in a somber mood and I knew that it had something to do with what I had been shown. We sat and watched a hockey game. He was surprised that I was just as into the game as he was, but he was happy. The somber mood that followed us all the way from La Push was dispelled and I was glad. He shouldn't worry about it. I was happy that they had shown me, that they had given me a glimpse into the life that I had missed out on. When the game ended, he kissed my forehead and went to bed. That left me too my own thoughts.

I would have never thought that my mother was so selfish. I still couldn't riddle out why she would have taken me and left with Edward. I couldn't find a reason why she would have left behind the happiness she had with Jacob. They seemed so right for each other. I sighed and made my way slowly to my room, changed and slid under the covers. It was true that I had gotten everything I had ever wanted from Edward and the rest of the Cullen's. I had never wanted for anything. Is that why she went with him? Because they could give me more than Jacob could have, at least material wise. I didn't need half of the stuff I had back home. I was spoiled, but somehow I felt like I was more like my biological father than my adoptive one. I feel asleep before I had realized what had happened, dreams of the life I should have had plaguing me.

The Next Morning

Charlie woke me the next morning, letting me know that he was leaving for work. It was peaceful in the house by myself. Living with such a large family, I had never gotten the privilege of much privacy. I made myself breakfast, ate and walked out onto the porch, smiling at the sight that greeted me. Emmett had apparently been here. His little black BMW sat in the drive way. I walked to the car, opened the door and sat in the seat seeking out the keys. They still hung in the ignition. I took them out and laughed. He was giving me a way to explore. He understood me so well it was creepy at times. I ran back up the stairs, into the house, and up to the bathroom to shower.

In half an hour I was running back down the stairs, fully dressed and a smile on my face. I grabbed my purse and Emmett's keys, got in the car, and made my way to the station. The receptionist greeted me with a smile and sent me back to see my grandfather. She was young but nice. I knocked on the door. I could see him on the phone when I peeked my head in and he smiled. I came in, took a seat, and he got off the phone.

"Sarah, how did you get here?" A large smile was plastered across his face.

"Emmett left me his car."

"That was nice of him."

"Yeah, it was. What time do you go to lunch, Grandpa?"

"One o'clock. Why?"

"I was wondering if we could go to the diner."

"I would like that."

"Maybe Jacob and Billy could come with us?"

"Sounds good. Let me call and see, sweetheart."

The call to Billy's took no time at all, and they agreed to join us. That's what lead me to their house. Jacob insisted that he could drive up, but I wanted to get them. I got my way, not that I thought I wouldn't. How could anyone say no to their long lost daughter? I pulled up and turned the car off, making my way towards the small red house. My foot was on the first step up the porch when I hears a loud conversation and laughter coming from the woods. Turning, I saw Jacob and three other's emerging from the tree line. I turned, smiled, and waved. He gave me a smile in return, my mother's smile. I was glad I could make him happy, even though he was unaware that I knew he was my father.

I watched them approach and the closer they got the smaller I felt. These guys were freakin' huge. My eyes connected with the man standing on the right of my father and his eyes widened and he tripped. My hand found my mouth as I laughed, making my way towards the man laying on the ground. He looked at me weirdly and I smiled at him, extending my hand to help him up. He took it gently and I helped him hoist himself up.

"Are you alright?" I questioned.

"Uh...Yeah," He shook his head trying to clear it I suppose, and I shook my head at him, "I'm fine."

"Good." I turned from him and smiled at Jacob, who had his eyes narrowed at his friend, "Hey, Jacob. Does your friend walk much?"

"Apparently not. Is it twelve thirty already?"

"No, I showed up a bit early. I couldn't find anything to amuse me, and Billy is hilarious."

"Oh, good. I thought I was late."

"Nope. Who are your friends? I don't think they would be very comfortable with my calling them all dude."

He laughed and started with the guy I had helped off the ground, "That's Embry, Quil, and Seth. Guys, this is Sarah."

"Hey." they said, their eyes widening comically.

"Hey." I replied.

So, they all knew who I was too. Interesting. We all made our way into the house, and Billy greeted me with a large smile and a hug. It was comfortable here. Emmett was right about me liking Billy. He was really a very nice man. Jacob went to get a shower and I sat around talking to the guys. They were funny. Every story that came out of their mouths had something to do with one of them fighting the other. They mentioned other guys as well, but I didn't know who they were. I filed it away for later.

Jacob came out of the shower fully dressed and laughed at the story they were telling about Seth getting thrown off the cliffs. I had noticed the way Embry continued to stare at me. Oddly, it didn't freak me out. It made me feel safe. I didn't know what to make of him. He was gorgeous, much like the other guys sitting around me, but it was more than that. I felt a pull towards him, but I shook it off. We said goodbye to Jake's friends, put Billy in the car, and left for the diner. It was a nice ride. We talked about a lot of thing. They told me about living in La Push, and about their tribe. It was interesting.

Charlie was already there when we arrived, and I tried to help Jacob get Billy out of the car. He didn't really need it. I took over for Jacob, pushing his father into the diner and up to the table. Charlie smiled and we ordered. It was a nice lunch. I was glad that Charlie had Billy and Jacob all these years. He had to have gotten lonely with out me and my mother. My cell started to vibrate on the table and I looked at the I.D. before hitting the ignore button. I hoped no one noticed. I didn't get that wish.

"Who was that?" Grandpa asked.

"No one."

He laughed, "You're no good at lying, Sarah. Was it a boyfriend?"

My eyes rolled and I sighed, "It was my mother."

Jacob's eyes bore into mine and I shifted nervously, "Why didn't you answer it?"

"I wasn't suppose to go anywhere near La Push, and if I would have answered and she heard you she would know that I did. I didn't want to talk to her anyway."

Jacob slammed his fist onto the table and my eyes widened when it cracked under the pressure. His body began to quack in his anger and he took slow deep breaths. The damage was done, however. I was terrified, not for myself but my mother. Something told me that she would be getting an ear full if he could ever get her number. His shaking started to calm down and his eyes pinned me to the seat.

"You weren't allowed to come to La Push?" His voice sounded deadly and Billy and my father both placed a hand on his shaking shoulder.

I shook my head. I couldn't find the courage to speak.

"What did Bella tell you would happen if she found out you had been there?"

"She...She would come and drag me back home." My voice shook.

"Like hell!"

I flinched and my phone began to vibrate again. I looked at the I.D. and Bella Cullen flashed up at me. I knew this would not end well if I answered so I let it continue to ring. She hung up and I released the breath I had been holding. The voicemail icon flashed up at me and I groaned. Charlie paid and we walked outside, my phone was ringing again. I sighed. I was going to have to answer. I tried to walk away from Jacob and the other's, but his hand stopped me. I answered.

"Hey, mom."

"Sarah Esme Cullen, why didn't you answer me?"

"I was eating at the diner with Grandpa. I was going to call you back when I got home."

"Don't lie to me. Who else is with you?"

"Let me talk to her." I looked at Jacob and shook my head. This was about to get very bad.

"Sarah? Sarah! Who is that? That's not your grandfather."

"It's just a friend, mom, calm down."

"Sarah, let me talk to your mother."

"Is that Jacob? Honey, are you with Jacob Black? Sarah, answer me."

Another voice come on the phone and I groaned, "Sarah, love, this is your father. A simple yes or no will suffice. Are you with Jacob Black?"

"Who's that?" I questioned.

"Give me the phone, Sarah, now." I cringed at the anger in his voice, and he took the phone gently out of my hand.

"You were not suppose to go anywhere near La Push, Sarah. Your mother and I coming to get you. Have your stuff packed."

I could still hear Edward as Jacob placed the phone to his ear. This is going to end very bad indeed. "Like hell you are."

"Who is this?"

"Who the hell do you think this is, Cullen?

"You have no rights to her, Jacob. Her mother and I are coming to get her and that's final. Now, give the phone back to my daughter."

Jacob growled, "If you come for her, I'll tear you apart. Do you understand me?"

"Jacob, please. Give me the phone back."

He handed the phone back to me, but stayed close, "Dad, you're not coming to get me. This is ridiculous. I'm not a child anymore."

"You disobeyed your mother. She didn't want you any where near the reservation. Bella is scared for you."

I saw red, "She isn't scared for me, Dad! She's scared of what I'll find out."

"I don't know what lies your grandfather and his friends are putting in your head, Sarah, but they are just that. They are lies, and they are telling you those lies to turn you against your mother and I."

I hung up the phone and threw it through the open car window. Grandpa's lying? Oh, please. I knew what I saw. My grandfather placed his hand on my shoulder and I looked up into his worried face. We started getting into the car and Emmett pulled up. His eyes had darkened to the deepest black and he was furious. I didn't know what to say to him. He was coming to take me home. I just knew it.

"Uncle Emmett, I.."

"Hush, sweetheart. I'm not angry with you." He turned to Jacob, "Long time, no see, mutt."

"Emmett. How've you been?"

"Great, up until five minutes ago when her mother called screeching in my ear about how I wasn't watching her close enough."

"Yeah, well. That was probably my fault."

"I told you I would bring her home to you, Jake, and I did. Now, my whole family is on their way here to get her."

"They won't touch her."

"You're right, they won't. But I think it's time we told her the truth."

All four men looked at me, and my eyes were wide. Just exactly what was I going to hear? Other than Jacob Black being my father, what else has been kept from me?