DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Twilight Saga or any of it's characters, but oh how I wish to.
SUMMARY:
Jacob's life has been nothing but hurt and betrayal, but when Sam Uley imprints on him this is bound to change...-right? Jacob's a bit OCC in this one due to his circumstances. SamxJacob, JarredxSeth boyxboy don't like don't read.
WARNING: Contains boyxboy, child abuse, hot guys, supernatural themes, shifters with no shirts, bullying, sparkling vampires, explicit scenes and ever so juicy lemons in later chapters.
Enjoy!
Phoenix
Call Of The Alpha
-Chapter Three-
The sky was a dark, shadowy blue by the time Jake made it back to the caravan park. Night was ready to set in and so was Jacob's routine nightmare.
The caravan park was noisy at night, it always was. Barbecues crackled cooking the evening meals, small bomb fires lighting up here and there. Sounds of the TV's blaring echoed from within the huge hunks of metal people deemed as 'homes' and the shouting of voices as someone called their partner to dinner or screamed vicious nonsense at each other rang out all though the park.
Caravan parks were always like this, or at least the really cheap ones where.
Jake hurried to find their section, weaving through the maze of cars and cheap metal. He kept his head down and shoulders hunched, ignoring anyone and everyone so that he would not be seen as a threat or worse… a target.
He found Garrid's caravan- or more correctly, the caravan Garrid had stolen years ago from his 'best friend'. It was one of the most run-down piece of shit Jake had ever seen; the sides were more rust then metal and the windows were stained yellow with grime and dust. The screen door hung off a single hinge and the fly mesh on the all windows had been ripped or torn, the shredded remains billowing in the night air.
Jake pulled open the doors and stepped inside. He almost choked as the stench hit him. One would think that after living there for most of his life, Jake would have got used to the smell. Jake hadn't, he doubted he ever would. It knocked him backwards every-time he walked inside.
There was no real way of describing the stench of the caravan, it just simply smelt of alcohol, cigarette smoke, sweat and plain filth. Jake's blinked, his eyes watering from the toxic vapor. He took in his surroundings; the main stage for the hell he knew was about to erupt any minute. The caravan was tiny; A double bed sat at one side of the van, the sheets stained with sweat and God knows what else. In front of that was a small lounge/ dinning table; the wood chipped, scratched and lined with beer bottles while the thread-bare lounge was literally busting out of the seams, the padding puffing out, showing it was covered in black mildew.
The sink was cleared of dishes, miraculously, but one of the tap heads were broken and the window behind it smashed as if something had been smashed right through it like a TV or a twelve-year old boy. In the far corner was a fridge, its main contents was liquor namely beer and the rest was cheap microwave food.
Finally there was the floor. The tiles had once been black and white but now they were simple black grey and brown. Dirt and blood had wedged itself into the mortar and refused to be moved. Jake shuddered softly just by looking at them.
A quick glance at the night sky told Jake that it was night and he was late, Garrid would be home any minute. Quickly, pushing away the growing fear in his chest, Jake pulled open the fridge door, scooped up some frozen food and shoving it quickly onto a plate and into a microwave. While that was cooking, Jake grabbed a garbage bag and filled it with all the empty beer bottles Garrid had left lying around. He then went outside and stashed it under the caravan. As soon as he located the regional recycling building he would drop them off and hopefully earn a bit of cash for his troubles. Apart from stealing, it was his only source of income. After all, who would give a job to some feral without any previous job references despite the fact he was seventeen this year and would most likely be gone in a matter of weeks, depending on how Garrid's 'work' was going? Answer: no one.
Besides, most of the work was after school or into the night and Jake couldn't be away when Garrid got home, if he didn't have a meal on the table ready and waiting he was dead meat- literally- and even if he didn't come 'home' at night he might as well have not come back at all because despite the fact that Garrid hated him he wanted Jake there at all times until he kicked him out for the night.
Jake had just put the plate on the table and cracked open a beer when the front door slammed open.
Jacob's heart was in his throat and he jumped about a foot in the air at the sound. His whole body came alight with tension and nerves. He found himself twitching at every sound and movement like a rabbit wandering out at night and knowing it was being hunted.
Jake snapped around to see Garrid standing at the door. His eyes were dark, framed by thick bushy eye brows. He hadn't shaved in a week and the thick black bristles made his face look dirtier than it already was. Garrid wasn't particularly muscled or fat but he did have a healthy beer-gut on him. His clothes were unwashed but at least they were of some quality; jeans, boots and an old T-shirt. He looked nothing like Jake and that was why Garrid hated him.
Jake looked like his mother; the native American skin opposed to white, the soft brown eyes instead of black, his short build instead of the towering one and of course long black hair instead of short brown.
Jake retreated slowly into the corner, his eyes to the floor as the sound of Garrid huge, thunking boots trudged inside, walked over to the table and collapsed onto the lounge. It was only then that Jake moved, cautiously he got closer, just enough so that he could place the beer bottle on the table before withdrawing back to his usual spot in the corner.
"What you looking at?" Jake flinched at the harsh tone.
"Nothing sir."
"Stop it"
Jake stopped watching the floor and concentrated on his shoes instead, counting the holes. In the very corners of his vision he watched Garrid, looking for any sign of aggression or for the time when he finished his beer. Jake had to have another one ready by the time he took the last swallow of the first. Jake didn't want to think of the last time he had failed to do so.
"FUCK!" Jake jumped back in fright. Garrid had just bitten into the pie, meat spilled out onto his top. "It's fucking hot!"
"Sorry sir!" Jake raced to grab the dish cloth.
"What are you trying to do?- Kill me!"
"No sir-" Jake hurried forwards to wipe the mark off, Garrid shoved him away.
"You are trying to kill me aren't you? Then where would you be? On the streets sucking cock and playing space cadet!"
"No sir-never-"
"-It too much to ask to have a meal on the table and waiting that's not cold and not burning my fucking tongue off or are you just retarted?"
"No sir." Garrid threw the dish cloth back at Jake before returning to his meal. Jake stayed in his corner, small shivers racking his body as he waited to see what Garrid did next. Thankfully he seemed particularly hungry tonight and seemed more concerned with eating then throwing his weight around. Jake was thankful for it. His wounds from last time still hadn't healed and most of the cuts had been re-opened that afternoon when the bullies at school had laid into him.
Garrid finished his meal and his beer, Jake already had the next one opened and in front of his biological father. Garrid didn't need to tell Jake to turn on the TV, the teenager had already done it.
Garrid heaved a sigh, settling back into the lounge chair and licking his fingers nosily. Jake eyed the uneaten pie crust on Garrid's plate. The pizza earlier on seemed hours ago and his stomach felt sickeningly empty. Maybe he could snag the crust when he cleaned up, Garrid wouldn't know.
Jake stopped those thoughts where. Garrid would know, he always knew. Jacob's stomach voiced its protest in the form of a low rumble. Jacob flinched at the sound, his eyes quickly darting to Garrid.
"Hungry boy?" Jake trembled. If he said yes, he probably faced a beating. Garrid would yell in his face and tell hm he should be more grateful for what he already has, but on the other hand if he said no Jacob would go hungry and if he stole food Garrid would beat him black and blue for lying to him.
"Answer me boy."
"…Y-yes…sir." Jake tensed, waiting for the blow. Nothing. He peeked through his mattered fringe to see Garrid smirking at him. A cold shiver ran down Jacob's spine. He hated that look. That look meant that everything was about to get much worse.
"Some friends are coming over in a few days, I want you to make sure they feel welcome. Got it?"
Jake felt shocks of ice-cold fear run through him.
Not them. Not Again.
Jake gave a small nod. He knew the consequences if he refused.
"Good." Garrid picked up the pie crust and held it out to Jacob. Timidly, Jake reached forward, his hand had almost touched the crust before Garrid's hand shot back, throwing the crust out the window.
"Off you go."
Shame burned through Jacob's body. He opened the door and spied the crust-
Right in a patch of mud.
Frustration swelled. Jake fisted his hands at his side. He looked back to the caravan where Garrid was watching him out though the window smirking. Jake felt a stinging sensation at the back of his eyes at his shame, at the hurt that someone could be so cruel to another, that that someone was his very own father.
Jake walked over to the patch of mud and picked the crust up, dusting the worse of the mud off and wiping the rest off on his sleeve. Garrid was still watching and Jake was still hungry, he couldn't remember when his last meal was.
Jake faced away from the caravan, he wouldn't give Garrid the pleasure of seeing this. Jake bit down on the crust, chewed and swallowed. Ignoring the crunch of dirt grinding against his teeth. He ate the whole thing, when he was finished he began to walk away, disgusted with himself.
"Dishes aren't done yet boy." Jake closed his eyes. Gritted his teeth and returned to the caravan. Dimly he wondered what Seth, Quil and Embry were having for dinner that night. Would they all be seated at the table with their families? Would they talk about their day? Would they think of him?
No. Jacob closed the caravan door. No, they probably wouldn't think of him at all.
Okay here's the next chapter, I know it's not very long. Having said that I will try and update once a week now instead of once a fortnight. I've just been trying to get used to working on this fanfiction as well as my Vampire knight fanfiction "Kill Me Softly" at the same time. Now I have some sort of routine going I should have the time to update this story more often, after all they are only short chapters.
We've probably got one or two more chapters before Sam actually shows his face and things start to get interesting. But for now we're just sticking with Jake and seeing how his day-to-day life is and how he can cope attending a new school.
As for Garrid's 'friends' you probably have a good idea what Jake has to do to 'entertain' them. I won't spoil everything and go into specifics, but I'd love to hear what your imagination comes up with.
Thankyou for all the reviews, I'd love to see them keep coming.
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