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 Six-

Have you ever not wanted to do something? A public speech? Get out of bed on a cold day?

Well this was nothing like that.

This was like wanting to die, not caring how painful it was, just as long as it was over- just as long as you didn't have to do that which you dreaded.

Jacob stood staring at the caravan door, cooked hinges and all, as the situation sunk in.

Garrid's friends were there.

Jacob was late home.

The suffering teen did not want to imagine what would happen if he walked through the door, he did not want to go inside… and yet he knew he had to.

Whole body shaking, Jake quietly hid his schoolbag under the caravan. Still crouched on the ground Jacob paused, eyes closed, fists clenched as he fought for control. His whole body had begun to jerk with his shivers and the stabbing pain in his chest, the absolute dread of what was about to happen suffocating him.

Jacob didn't know how long he remained crouched, fighting with his sanity before the shivers finally ceased to a light shudder and his breathing slowed, his body and mind finally accepting that whether he liked it or not, he would have to walk through that door sometime.

Jacob gripped the door handle, trying to ignore his palms now filled with clammy sweat and his heart pounding so fast in his chest, he wondered if it would give out. He wished it would.

Jacob pulled open the door and stepped inside.

Garrid and his friends were at the table, drinking and playing cards of some sort. 'Poker' or 'Blackjack' were always the favourites.

Their voices were so loud, they hurt Jake's ears. The caravan stunk of booze, smoke and Jake was pretty sure he spied vomit in the corner. For a moment, the three friends plus Garrid didn't notice him, they kept yelling, cursing worse than Jake had ever heard. Garrid took several moments to spot him, Jacob guessed his lack of alertness to his surroundings was due the large amount of alcohol had he'd consumed, the evidence of which lay scattered all over the tables and the floor.

Oh great, someone had decided to bring whisky.

"What the fuck 're you doing 'ere?" Jacob flinched. "Yo'll march in 'ere at whenever yo'll want? Who 'a fuck 're you!" Jake wanted nothing more than to run, to leave and never come back. Somehow living on the streets didn't seem as bad as this, it couldn't be. Jake was just finding the resolve to leave when hands ripped at his hair, yanking it from the roots. He was hauled forwards, his whole balance lost. The corner of the table came surging up to meet him and then the next thing Jake knew he was on the ground, white hot pain devouring his left shoulder. Garrid knew better than to injure Jake on his face even when he was too drunk to stand without swaying, but nothing stopped him from harming the rest of the teen's body.

Jake rolled to his side. He felt like he was winded, he couldn't breathe. The pain in his shoulder intensifying with every movement he made. Had there been a crack? Had Garrid dislocated it? Before Jacob could analyse the situation future he was being hauled up from the ground by his threadbare jumper.

"'et him G!"

"Our turn! Our turn!"

A fist that could easily have been mistaken for a brick or a hammer slammed into his gut. Jake had the urge to spit or vomit, blood filling his mouth, but Jake fought it. It would no good to spit on his attacker now would it? Instead he was left to have it drool pitifully out the side of his mouth. Hands gripped his face, black rage evident in Garrid's eyes.

"If you're ever late again-" Jake shook his head, knowing he had not been granted permission to speak. Garrid punched him one more time before throwing him sideways.

When Jake's vision came back to him, hands were running over him. The smell of semen right near his face. Jake let out a sob of despair.

"Oh shush now." Beer breath hissed near his ear. Thick, fumbling fingers were rubbing against his leg, moving upwards. Jake felt bile rise in his throat. Other hands, greasy and sweaty were trying to touch every part of him, running along his back, lifting up his jumper, the hand on his leg now reaching for the hem of his pants.

"N-no." Jake moaned, his head dizzy and his airway filled with blood.

"He wants it Jimmy"

"Oh course he does."

Jake felt the night air hit his bare behind. He realized he was laying facedown, or more so, laying facedown across the laps of three men, their hands touching him in a way that made Jake want to vomit even though he had nothing to throw up. Jake looked around slightly, the men were seated at the table and across from them… Garrid sat. Jake could see his legs under the table. He was watching the whole thing and not doing anything about it. He didn't care that his son, his own flesh and blood was across from him being molested by men three times his age.

Jake closed his eyes. He didn't want to see anymore.

Fat, dirty fingers were poking at him, cupping his buttocks then slapping them hard, they stroked him and then suddenly forced their fingers in. Jake clenched his cheeks together, his face burning in shame and wetness seeping through his closed eyelids. Hands fumbled with the front of him, pressing against his nipples and pinching them so hard that Jake knew there would be bruises while other hands palmed him. All the while the men talked and jeered, teased and swore. Jake hated the way the fount of their pants were becoming wetter and the smell of sweat was becoming so thick in the air that Jake seriously thought he would faint from it.

A hand, repeatedly punched into his side as the host fisted himself egged on by the men on either side. Hot, sticky liquid landed upon Jake's skin and he was kicked to the floor. Tossed in the corner like some used rag doll. Jake dared not move from his position, let them think he passed out for all he cared. He didn't move an inch for the rest of the night. Didn't move to cover himself or to shove his fingers down his throat just to be sick once and for all.

Finally, when the sky was beginning to turn more blue than black, they collapsed. Falling down one by one, but of course not until they had relived themselves…

All over Jacob's aching figure.

Jake stood in the flowing creek water scrubbing viciously at his skin. How could they do that? How could they hurt him like that? How could Garrid let them?

Jacob's body ached all over, he couldn't move his left arm without having his shoulder flare up, the pain coursing through his right side. His stomach ached too, like a band of white hot fire whenever he stretched out or stood up straight. The bruising was bad, really bad. Dark purple, darker than he had seen in a long time, covered his shoulder and his stomach. Circled with yellow and red Jake dared not touch it. He just prayed he didn't have any internal bleeding or that if he did, it would heal by itself.

Jake climbed out of the creek. Hung up his washed clothes and retrieved the set he had cleaned the other day. While he huddled against a tree, fighting for warmth Jake tried to push the memories of last night to the back of his mind, locked in that chest he never dared to open again.

Instead, he tried to occupy his mind with something else. There wasn't much. Thinking about Seth, Embry and Quil hurt, thinking about Leah and Esme and how nice it would be just to see them again, just to be around them again hurt too. As for the steroid cult… they were the ones that took Quil away which made Embry mad so thinking about them hurt as well.

It was at times like this, when there was nothing to do or nothing to think about that Jacob turned to his imagination. He didn't think he had a very good imagination or anything, he couldn't think up book like a writer did and every time he tried to imagine his life differently he always got stuck. How do you imagine a life you never had? How do you imagine a warm, loving family when you've never had one? It worked to some extent but he could never get all the details right- what would him and his parents talk about? What would they have for dinner? Jake only knew a few meals and he doubted if they were appropriate for 'warm, loving family' meals. What about chores? Every teenager had chores but Jake didn't know any apart from what he did already and he seriously doubted that normal families did not force their kids to scrub blood from the tiles.

Jacob shivered at the thought and turned his mind to the one fantasy that had yet to fail him.

Jacob imagined himself exactly as he was, just as he is. It was too hard to imagine anything different. He imagined soft footsteps behind him, leaves crunching beneath the new-comer's feet.

'Hey' The voice was soft, tender…loving.

'Hey' Jake spoke to the male figure in his mind.

'Can I sit down?' Jake nodded. The tall, male sat beside him. He was so warm, so kind. He was covered with rippling muscles, big enough to fend off enemies and anyone who tried to hurt him. He was Jake's hero, his confident… the only person who cared for him. It was a shame he was only a figment of Jake's imagination.

'Christ, you're freezing.' The imaginary being wrapped an arm around his shoulder and pulled him into a warm embrace. Jake savoured the feeling without even knowing what a real hug would feel like. Sure Bella had hugged him, but she wasn't as tall as this figure or a male. Jake tried to imagine it as best as he could, tried to imagine the figure's warmth soaking through him, right down to his very bones. Jake imagined feeling safe, cared for… Jake did not imagine being loved. He had no knowledge of what it felt like and if he focused too had on imagining something he didn't know then the fantasy would be ruined and Jake didn't want to leave these arms just yet.

The figure did not speak again, he just held onto Jake. Jacob wanted to know what it was like to have someone run their fingers through his hair or press a soft kiss to his skin, but since he had experienced neither he could hardly expect this being to do it. Jake did not want to talk of Garrid and his friends and the person embracing him did not ask. They remained just as they were long after Jake's body had finally warmed back up. When he did leave it was because Jake had to go to school and even then he still stayed as Jacob walked, only departing when Jacob reached the school gates. In his mind, the figure hugged him and said goodbye, that he was there if ever he needed. Jake waved from his mind, his eyes stinging. As he turned to face school the only thought in his mind was.

If only…

The next week of school was torture. Classes seemed to be endless and filled with nothing to do except try not to think about Garrid's friends or the slight pain Jake felt whenever he sat down. Every time he felt it, Jake would flush red with humiliation. Keeping his head down and praying that no one noticed. He didn't have to worry though. Everyone seemed content to just ignore him and to carry on with their own lives. No one could see his pain, no one cared that he was hanging on just by a thread.

Quil returned to school early in the week, it was only a few days later that the trio started hanging out again. Jake guessed they must've sorted out their differences. They seemed to be content with ignoring Jacob though, sitting hunched over their plates, talking in hurried and excited whispers about some unknown topic. For all they knew, Jacob didn't exist.

This was the aim of course, Jacob's job was to go to school and to be ignored by everyone, that way no one would give his hunched-over walk a second glance, no one would notice the slight limp in his step. No one would care if he just suddenly missed a day of school or moved away all together. This was how it was supposed to be. But for some reason, this time, more than ever Jake wanted to scream.

He wanted them to notice him, he wanted to throw something, break something, he wanted someone to walk in on him tending to one of his wounds in the boy's bathroom. He wanted everyone to know that he was hurt and he was hurting. He just wanted someone to look at him, for someone to actually give a damn. Pity was as close to caring as Jacob was ever going to get and he wanted them to pity him.

But they kept ignoring him.

Jake seriously wondered if they would even notice him if he did scream.

No.

Of course not.

No one else had so far.

The emptiness, the bone-crushing loneliness swamped him at times. Jake found himself bolting from the lunch room to hide in a toilet or on the forest outskirts. Crouching on the floor with his knees tucked up to his chest, rocking as sounds of a wounded animal escaped him. No one noticed of course, no one gave him a second glance when he showed up late to class with swollen eyes. No one looked… why would they?

The only people who seemed to acknowledge his existence came in the form of the bullies. Their snide comments and underhand fighting skills never faulted. They never forgot Jacob's daily dates with the car park's asphalt.

When Jacob cried, silent tears falling from him as they laid into him, half the school watching, they laughed. They hassled him until they got bored and every day Jake would pick himself back up and hurry his arse home to be there in time for Garrid's arrival.

Jacob actually found himself looking forward to the weekend. Normally he hated it because it meant more time with Garrid, but the bullies were slowly becoming worse. At least at home no one but Garrid was there to witness his humiliation and pain, at school half the students were always watching.

When the final school bell rang, signalling the official start of the weekend. Jacob hurried for the doors, allowing himself to get swept up in the crowd so that he would stay out of sight from his usual attackers. He was almost out of the car park too, his pace a hurried once a small bubble of satisfaction welling within him as he realised that he had escaped the bullies this time round.

Then he was flung backwards as someone gripped his schoolbag. Jacob heard something tear and then the next thing he knew was that he was on the ground, the wind knocked from his lungs.

Pain. There were no other words to describe it. Pain echoed through his whole body, his shoulder and his gut were like a white hot iron branding against his skin and yet they picked him up from his shoulders. Jacob let out a strangled cry of pain. His vision swam and then he was being pushed forwards, straight into the arms of another. Jeering laughs burned his ears as he was thrown sideways, almost falling over his own legs as the third bully caught him before tossing him back to the head hunco.

Jacob's vision swam, his gut churned and all Jacob could think was that he wanted to die. Surely death was less painful than this, surely it wasn't as humiliating.

Strong hands captured him, they were so hot they almost burned his skin. Jacob's eyes rolled back. His vision a dull blur.

"What the Hell do you think you're doing!" The hand vibrated with the force of the speaker's voice. It sounded like a deep, husky rumble not unlike the growl of a wild animal; lethal and commanding all attention.

Everything seemed to quieten, the bullies were so far away… the low rumbling voice was snarling at the bullies, Jacob couldn't really make sense of what was being said, he was too busy trying to return to full consciousness.

"…If I ever see or hear of you hurting anyone else, you'll have me to deal with- now beat it." Jake slowly became aware of the fact that he was leaning heavily upon a very solid, very warm- hot even- being. Jacob scrambled to remember how to work his feet and to find a proper footing.

"Hey kid, you alright?" Jacob tilted his head, looking up into the arms of his saviour.

He blinked.

And blinked again.

He was looking up at the face of perfection.

Yes, yes, I am perfectly aware this chapter is three days late in its update. But never fear the next chapter will still be up this Friday.

Aw man I feel like such a bully putting Jacob through all of this. Don't worry night is always darkest before the dawn as they say… or was that just in Batman either way Sam's in the picture now so you bet things are going to be more interesting.

Oh yes I can see it now… *cough* excuse me I have to go take a cold shower.

ANYWHO-

Thankyou for all the reviews- as always- and thankyou for being patient and waiting those extra few days for this chapter to post, im sure I have irritated you guys to no end.

Only a few more days until chapter seven is up so don't fret.

Tell me what you thought of this chapter and what you thought of Jacob's little fantasy man. I wasn't sure whether it was corny or not or if I should put him in or not. I don't think he will be making another appearance though, I mean Jacob now has same to fantasize about after all. But tell me what you think anyway.

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