Disclaimer- Don't own Twilight. This chapter contains forced sex, so you've been warned.
A/N- Thank you very much too all the people that reviewed the previous chapter, all of them are appreciated. This chapter drama and more drama, but there are a few sweet moments, so please enjoy.
Wiping his sleep filled eyes; Jacob sat quietly beside Edward as the older male drove him to work. He had just recently woken up and ate a quick breakfast of pancakes, before they had to get on the road. Edward was going to drop him off first, then take Alice back to school and lastly do whatever he had to do for the day with Elijah.
"Jake are you sure you want to go to work today," Edward asked as they got on the freeway. Jake hadn't slept that well and appeared that he would fall back to sleep at any second.
"Yes, I've already taken to many sick days," yawned Jacob as he combed his hair in Edward's car. He was having some doubts about leaving Elijah with him, but he had no other choice. Quil and Embry were both at work and he really want to go to the other side of town just to ask his neighbor to watch Elijah again.
"Where do you work at," asked Alice as she sat in the backseat. She didn't want to go to school and deal with people who thought she was weird. They only tried to be her friend, when they found out that Edward was her brother. Her roommate was the worst, always trying to steal her cell phone to call him. It got to the point where, Alice had to lock her phone, whenever it wasn't on her.
"Sub-Urban outfitters."
"Really," she asked excited. "Can you get me some discounts? I saw a dress on their website that I would really love to have."
"I can see what I can do." Yawning again, Jake fell asleep which prompted Edward to stop at Starbucks for some much needed coffee. However, Jacob didn't even wake up to drink any of it. He didn't wake up, until Edward pulled in front of his job.
"What time do you get off," Edward asked
"Around six or seven, but I'll call you an hour before I do. Elijah be good for Edward."
"I will Daddy," the toddler said as he puckered his little lips. Jake gave them a peck, said goodbye to everyone and headed into work. Elijah became silent as he watched his Daddy walk away.
Edward took a long look at the toddler. "We're going to have fun today; I make sure of that okay, Elijah?"
"Okay," Elijah whispered as he looked out the window. He felt bad that his daddy was sleepy and had to work all because of him.
Edward sighed to himself as he drove over forty minutes to drop Alice back off at school, then he went to the nearest gas station to get gas and a drink for Elijah. "Okay, I'm going to pump gas and be right back." Elijah just nodded. Stepping out, Edward quickly filled the car up and paid with his credit card at the pump.
As he was doing all that, a man with a camera silently took pictures in the bushes. He was one of the many people that stalked celebrities to get any incriminating pictures to sell. The gas station he was at was one of the most famous that celebrities went to; it was just his luck that Edward was there. Seeing something in the backseat, the man crept to the side of the car to investigate. Pulling out his camera, he managed to get a couple shots of a small figure, but couldn't get good quality because of the car's tinted windows.
Hearing something, Edward quickly turned around and saw the man. "Hey what the hell are you doing," he yelled.
Jumping up the man ran off quickly, but he was happy that he managed to get some good pictures of Edward and his car.
Sighing Edward got back in the car and drove towards his recording studio. "Are you mad at me," asked Elijah, he became scared when he had heard the screaming.
"No someone else made me mad. I would never be mad at you," Edward said trying to reassure the toddler. In the back of his mind, he knew that the paparazzi were going to be a problem whenever they got wind that he was taking care of another person's child. He didn't want Jacob's and Elijah's pictures plastered all over magazines and websites, but he knew it would happen eventually.
Yawning Jacob rung up customer purchases, it was almost his lunch break, but the store was filled up because of a big sale they were having. He knew he wouldn't be getting any lunch. Not like he had any money to buy anything. As he handed an old lady her bag, he looked to see who was next in line and saw Damian. His heart stopped. "Did you find everything okay," said Jake when Damian came up to him.
Sneering Damian tried not to make a scene. "Do you think you're slick, moving away and having some jackass answer your phone threatening me?"
"What are you talking about," Jake asked confused.
"Don't play with me, that bastard last night who said he would cut my balls off if I talked to you again. I don't like be threatened. Then you have the audacity to be fucking cheating on me with some faggot."
"I'm not! Damian, I have work to do, can we talk about this later?"
"No we can't," the older man hissed as he grabbed on to Jake's shirt. "We'll talk about this now. I don't appreciate you cheating on me…"
Damian couldn't get the rest of his sentence out as Jacob's manager walked towards them. "Is there a problem here," Bryce asked. While he was making his rounds, he had heard the commotion that was coming from the cash registers.
Damian let go. "No just talking with my boyfriend here. He failed to tell me that he is cheating on me. Even after all I've done for him like taking care of his son. You don't deserve me Jacob."
"I don't want you," Jake yelled back.
"Enough!" Bryce said disgusted by the whole situation. "Jacob, I would appreciate it if you kept your private life separate from work. If you can't do that, then I would be forced to fire you." He walked away in a huff; he didn't need this stress in his life.
Damian smirked. "Sorry about getting you into trouble Jacob," he said not feeling sorry at all.
"No you're not. Just leave."
"I am." Bending towards Jake, Damian gave him a kiss on the check. "I'll see you after work," he said walking out.
On the other side of town, Edward had just finished his new album and now was working on some pieces he was composing. Elijah sat quietly playing by himself. The toddler didn't want to get in trouble, so he didn't pester Edward as he worked, but now he was getting bored. Standing up, he walked into Edward's piano room where the older man sat playing. "Can I play," Elijah asked.
Edward sat Elijah on his lap. "Yes you can." Elijah studied the keys for a second and then started to bang on them. "Press the keys lightly." Edward then started to play a lullaby; Elijah stared at his fingers and started to mimic Edward's movements. The older man could see that the child was a natural piano player like himself. "You're doing very good."
"Thank you."
As they played together, Trevor sauntered in with a grin on his face. "What's with the kid Edward, is this your illegitimate love child? Don't worry; I have a couple that I don't even bother to acknowledge."
"No Trevor," Edward said as he stopped playing. "I'm babysitting for a friend."
"I hope it isn't for that slut, what was his name Jacob. He sucked my cock real good the last time he was here. I never thanked you for bringing him here."
Elijah didn't know what a slut was, but he knew it was a bad word. Growing angry, he jumped off Edward's lap and kicked Trevor's legs. "My daddy no slut," he screamed as his anger grew. His mouth then spat out words that Damian had said countless times. "I'll kill you."
"God damn Edward this child is psycho," said Trevor backing away. "I'll talk to you later, when you don't have the demon child."
Edward stood up and grabbed Trevor's shirt. "Don't call him that. The only reason he is angry, because you insulted his father. Now get the fuck out of my office," he said letting go. Trevor left without another word. Turning to the child, Edward picked him up and held him tight. "Calm down, he's gone."
"He called Daddy a bad word," Elijah pointed out as tears ran down his face.
"I know and your daddy is not that word. Calm down Elijah." Taking the child into his office, he sat on the couch and rocked Elijah until he became calm.
"I want Daddy."
"We'll pick him up in a few hours."
"Now," Elijah demanded.
"Elijah, he's at work. Soon we'll see him," Edward said as he kept rocking, soon Elijah eyes started to droop and he went to sleep. Sighing to himself, Edward laid Elijah down and went to do some work. As he typed emails to people that worked for his record company, a call came in. Looking at the caller id, he recognized the number and decided to answer it. "Hello."
"You bastard, what the fuck," screamed Bella from the other side. She was currently pacing in their penthouse upset over a phone call she just received. "Taking care of your whore's retard child."
Growling Edward knew that Trevor had told her. "And how does this concern you?" he asked pissed about the whole thing.
"Because I'm your wife, you asshole. Taking care of some slut's child behind my back; you disgust me."
"Don't pull that shit, when you conceived Renesmee when I was out of the fucking country. Whose money has been keeping clothes on her back, food in her stomach, and a roof over her head? It was mine, so don't give me your shit. Now if you kindly shut the fuck up, I have work to do." Before she could even answer, he hung up the phone. Damn that woman, he thought feeling a headache coming on. Hearing his phone go off again, he answered it. "Hello."
"Edward, I have made arrangements for you to fly down to Texas in a couple days," said Oscar from the other end.
"For what?"
"Did you forget? You're filming your scenes for the movie. The way your schedule is going to go we'll film the music video first and it will be on television three days afterward, and then focus on the movie. Did you finish the album?"
"Yes all the tracks are done; Benjamin is editing everything and he said that they should start producing the copies sometime in the next two weeks."
"Great, I'll call you later, bye."
"Bye," Edward said hanging up. Taking his head into his hands, he felt a massive headache coming on.
Jacob fidgeted as he waited for Edward to pick him up; he had called the man an hour ago. Since the incident with Damian earlier, Jake refused to take any breaks to go outside. Just in case the older man was waiting for him. A coworker of his said that Damian was still around the store, which freaked the hell out of Jake. Pacing a little, he was relieved when he saw Edward's car pull in front. Grabbing his bag, he quickly jumped in.
"How was work," Edward asked.
"Okay, tiring," Jake said not going into further explanation.
"Daddy, I was a good boy today," said Elijah from the backseat.
"Great. Can you take us home Edward?"
"Actually I wanted to take you out to dinner," Edward responded as they drove away.
"I'm actually pretty tired from work," Jake replied.
"C'mon Jake."
"NO! I just want to go home and sleep."
"Alright, can you tell me where you live at," said Edward feeling bad about upsetting Jacob. Work must not have gone okay. Getting the directions, Edward drove across the city to a lower income neighborhood. Finding Jake's apartment, he was uneasy about letting them out of the car. "Jake can I come in?"
"Yes." Getting out of the car, the trio entered the apartment. Edward was surprised how small it was, Jacob wasn't lying about its size. Stepping through the front door, they were immediately in the living room; a few feet away were the kitchen and dining room, then down a small hallway led to one bedroom, bathroom and lining closet.
Edward noticed how there was barely any furniture, but didn't say anything. "Nice home," he said.
"You better leave soon, before you car gets jacked."
"Jacked?"
"Stolen," said Jacob.
"It will be fine."
"Edward look at my bed," said Elijah pulling the man into the bedroom. There was a full sized bed, a small cot, a night table, and storage containers containing clothes. There was also an assortment of toys everywhere. "I sleep on bed, with Daddy. You stay the night?"
"No, I have to get home and do some work."
"No, please stay," he begged, he didn't know if his daddy was going to leave again tonight to do things.
"Well let's convince your daddy to come home with me."
"I won't," said Jake coming in. Collapsing on the bed, he curled himself into a ball. Edward sat beside him and rubbed his stiff shoulders. "You should leave."
"And you should come with me. Jake, why don't you come live with me," Edward offered hoping that Jacob would accept. He didn't feel right in letting him and Elijah live in such a dangerous area.
Jacob sat up and stared Edward in the eyes. "I don't need your charity. I'm paying to live here, so that's what me and Elijah are going to do."
"It was just an offer." Okay since you don't want me to take you out to eat, do you want to order a pizza or I can cook for you again," he said changing the subject.
"What I want you to do is to leave us alone," Jake snarled as he returned to his ball. He wasn't in the mood to deal with Edward right now. "Please just leave."
"Alright, I'll call you later. Oh, I am leaving in a couple days; I would really like to see you beforehand." Jake didn't answer as he closed his eyes. Sighing to himself, Edward gave him and Elijah a kiss goodbye and left.
A week later, Jacob sat outside of his job eating a sandwich for lunch. Since Damian hadn't come around for the last few days, he felt safe. As he took another bite, Damian came up to him smoking a cigarette. "Happy to see me," Damian said.
"Fuck you," Jake replied. Just my luck, why in the fuck did he have to come now.
He was yanked up to his feet and saw black for a second as Damian slapped him. "You whore, what have I told you about respecting me? Guess I have to teach you a lesson." Pulling off his belt, Damian stared to hit Jake with it.
Finding some strength, Jake started to fight back, but he was no match. As they fought a crowd of people came to watch and take bets. Most of them thought that Damian would win because of his size. "I hate you," Jake screamed as he got a punch to the nose.
"This wouldn't be happening if you weren't so damn stupid," Damian replied sending another punch to Jake's stomach.
"STOP!" The pair stopped and saw Jacob's manager walking towards them. "Jacob, I told you I don't want any more of your drama at this store, so you're fired."
Jacob stopped breathing for a second. "No you can't, it was him that started it. C'mon Bryce, I really need this job," Jake pleaded.
"No Jacob, I told you last time that I wouldn't take your crap. Now get your stuff and leave, we'll send you your last check."
Jacob did as he was told. My life is shit, he thought as he left without saying a word to anyone. As he walked to the bus spot, he kept his eyes on the ground, until he felt someone pulling on him. Turning, he saw Damian. "Are you happy that you got me fired?"
"Yes, this wouldn't have happened if you would listen." Taking his hand, Damian pushed it into Jake's pants and squeezed his dick hard. "I should teach you a lesson, but we're about to have a little fun," he said squeezing hard.
"Please leave me alone."
"I don't think so." Taking a good hold of Jake, Damian forced the teen into an alley way. With a quick motion Jake's pants were down. "Nice and firm," the older man said observing Jake's back side. "You're going to enjoy this."
Without much warning, Damian undid his pants, pulled part Jake's butt cheeks and inserted himself inside without any lubrication or preparation. "Stop," Jake cried as the older man violently thrusted into him. "Stop you asshole."
Damian wouldn't listen as he continued his assault. All Jake could do was cry as he was continually violated. Finally Damian shot his cum and pulled out, letting a bruised and battered Jake fall to the ground. Pulling Jacob up a little, he forced his disgusting penis in the teen's mouth. "Suck it clean." Jake did as he was told, but was he wrapped his mouth around it, he bit Damian. "Fuck what the hell is wrong with you?" Taking Jake's head he slammed it into the ground and kicked him repeatedly in the head and stomach. "I ought to kill you, but I have better things to do." Fixing up his clothes, he left Jake bleeding on the ground.
Edward could barely keep focused to what the actress next to him was saying. They were suppose to be confessing their love for each other, but he felt, no knew that there was something wrong with Jacob. Ok Edward focus, just get through these lines and then go call him. Edward concentrated and managed to pull off a good performance, after the director called cut, he quickly got on his cell phone and called Jake. "Please pick up."
It took a few tries, before anyone answered. "Hello," said Quil from the other side, he was currently sitting in the emergency room holding Elijah in his lap. A couple hours ago, he had gotten a call from Embry saying that Jacob was admitted into the hospital and that he needed to get Elijah. The little boy was confused and scared, because he didn't know what had happened to his daddy.
"Is Jacob there," asked Edward.
"Um…Jake is in…" It was getting hard for him to explain the situation, especially with Elijah with him. "Who is this?"
"His friend Edward, has something happened to him, is Elijah okay?"
"Elijah is fine. Jacob is in the hospital," Quil finally let out.
Edward's heart stopped as fear ran through him. "What happened?"
"I can't really tell you, we're waiting for the doctor, but he is in bad shape."
Elijah reached up for the phone; he had heard the voice coming from it. "Want to talk to Edward," he said. Quil handed the phone over, not wanting to deny the toddler. "Edward, Daddy hurt."
Edward wanted to be there for the toddler, to hold and comfort him. "I know big guy. I'm going to come back really fast and be there for you and your daddy."
"Hurry up," Elijah sobbed.
"I'll be there as soon as possible. I have to go now, but I'll call soon, okay."
"Okay, bye bye Edward."
Hanging up the phone, Edward felt his chest constrict as he blamed himself for leaving Jacob. When he left days ago, he and Jacob weren't even talking. He tried to call Jacob, but the teen was in a depressed mood and didn't feel like doing anything. Making his decision, he started to walk off the movie set until Oscar stopped him. "Where the hell are you going," Oscar asked.
"I have a family emergency and need to leave," Edward said annoyed.
"We have a movie to do."
"Well that is going to have to wait; I need to get back to L.A."
Oscar turned red; he didn't like that Edward just suddenly had to fly off again. "No Edward; we have a schedule to keep and it cannot be interrupted by you flying back to L.A. whenever something happens. Now please go back to the set."
"Fuck you," said Edward. "There is someone that I really care about that needs me right now, so tell them to do my scenes without me. Look we already shot the music video and that is the only important thing. The movie is just to show that I can do more then make music, so get off my case or you're fired." Running off he went to go make flight arrangements.
Oscar swallowed his anger and went to go tell the production crew that Edward had an emergency that he had to run off to. Needless to say they were not happy by his news, but allowed Edward a few days to get his affairs in order.
It took only a few hours, but Edward managed to make it to L.A. in record time. After calling Jake's cell phone again; he found out what hospital the teen was in. Before he walked in, he put on a pair of sunglasses and a blond wig, so he wouldn't be recognized and then he walked up to the reception desk. "Hello can you tell me what room Jacob Black is in," he asked.
"Room 335 the elevators are to you left," said the nurse as she did paperwork.
"Thank you." Quickly he went upstairs and found the room easily; he saw Quil holding a sleeping Elijah right outside the room. While another guy paced back and forth. "Hello is Jake in there," he asked.
Embry stopped and started at Edward suspiciously. "How do you know Jake?"
"I'm a friend of his."
"I recognize your voice," said Quil shifting Elijah. "You're Edward right?"
"Yes, what happened?"
"We don't exactly know," said Quil. "I got a call from Embry here telling me that I need to get Elijah and that Jacob was in the hospital."
Embry came in with his part of the story. "Apparently Jake was found in an alley beaten and stripped naked. They called me because I was the most recent person he talked to when they check his phone. We've been here for hours without any real information. All we know was that he had to go into immediate surgery."
"Embry did you call Billy," asked Quil.
"Who," Edward asked confused.
"His dad," Embry replied. "I called; he can't get down here anytime soon. Hey why do you sound familiar?"
Before Edward could answer a female doctor around age 50 walked towards them. "Are you family to Jacob Black?"
"Yes," said Embry lying. "I'm his brother and this is our friends and his son."
"Well, he is out of surgery and recovering nicely. I really don't want to explain with the child present." Quil took that as his cue and walked down the hall. "The biggest issue was that he was severely raped and was ripped apart to that we had to sew him up again. Then he had a serious head injury, but we managed to help before any brain damage. I also want to note, that there were multiple bruises and lacerations on his body and the most disturbing factor that they are foreign pills within his system."
"Will he be okay," Embry asked trying not to punch a wall. Whoever did this to his friend would be beaten to an inch of his life, once Embry got his hands on him.
"With proper rest and medication then yes. With the obvious signs of rape, I am going to have a rape counselor come in to talk with him. Does the child have proper care or do I have to contact social services."
Social services were the last people, Embry wanted to get involved. "He's staying with me, since I'm his uncle and my friend is his godfather. Can we see him?"
"Yes he should be awake; I'll be back soon to speak with him," she said walking away.
"Embry if you don't mind, can I see him first," asked Edward.
"Sure, I got to get Quil anyway."
Walking inside, Edward saw Jacob was wide awake and was staring out the window. "Hey, you look like shit," he said trying to make a joke, but it didn't work. "Jake, I'm never going to allow anyone to do this to you again."
"You're not my boyfriend; you can't fucking protect me," Jake whispered as he kept his eyes on the window.
"I can. I want to be there for you and Elijah."
"I don't need you."
"Yes you do."
"No I don't, you forced yourself into my life when I didn't need you there."
"Bullshit, if it wasn't for me, Elijah would have probably been taken away, because of your irresponsibility to leave him alone at night."
Jake could feel a massive headache coming on. "Just go the fuck out of here, I don't need you."
"You do and stop being stubborn about the situation." Placing himself in front of Jacob, Edward took the teen's hand. "I can't truly say that I love you yet, but I do have feelings for you. Strong feelings that are telling me that I can't bare to see you like this."
"I'm nothing, but a worthless piece of shit on the ground," Jake shouted. "So stop bothering me."
Hearing shouting from outside a nurse came in and found Edward and Jacob staring angrily at each other. "Sir, Mr. Black needs rest, please leave," she said addressing Edward.
"Fine, Jacob do you mind if I take Elijah with me," Edward asked."
"Stay away from my child, you son of a bitch."
"Whatever," Edward said walking out. He felt hurt at Jacob's request, but he knew that the younger man was under a lot of stress at the moment.
As he was about to leave he ran into Elijah and Quil. The toddler quickly launched himself into his arms. "Can I go with you," Elijah asked. "Please."
"Your daddy said no," he replied holding on tightly to Elijah. Turning to Quil he asked. "Is Elijah going to be staying with you and your friend?"
"Yes, until Jake gets out, but it's going to be kind of hard, since we both work a lot of hours."
"I want to stay with Edward," cried Elijah.
"You can't little guy, but you're in good hands and I'll see you very soon."
Rocking the child, Edward whispered into his ear that they would be living together very soon, which calmed Elijah down. Giving him back to Quil, Edward sadly left the hospital.
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