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 Eight-
Jacob dropped his eyes to the floor, his back was pressing against the corner. He had no way of escaping.
"A'wer me!" The next thing Jacob knew a bottle was smashing, cold beer splashed and foamed. Garrid must have knocked the beer bottle off the table.
"You f'cken retard!" Garrid was lunging forward, Jacob could see him coming. He dropped to the floor instinctively pulling his knees up and tucking his head and arms in, locking himself in a fetal position. Garrid lurched forwards, his head colliding with the counter. An animalistic growl escaped him as he griped his forehead with one hand, soothing wound while at the same time reaching down to grip the collar of Jake's jumped. He ripped it forwards. Jake was pushed into a half roll then hauled across the ground. White hot pain tore at his stomach and the smell of beer swamped him.
Jake cried out his hands trying to force himself up and away from the glass, but the shards dug into his hands, his face, his gut.
"Stop!"
"Stop! Stop? You F'king arsehole!" Garrid roared at the sound of Jacob's rebuke, slamming the teen's head down to the floor. When Garrid ripped his hands from Jacob's hair he was crying out again, this time it felt like someone was tearing the skin from his scalp. Dimly he registered a black lump of knots hanging from Garrid's hands.
Jacob's vision was flicking in and out of focus, the sounds around him seemed dull and far away. Pain was littered across his skin and bile churned in his gut. Garrid was trying to lift him up by the back of his jumper, in his drunken state the only thing he succeeded in was ripping the material and half-choking Jacob.
Garrid was roaring in frustration, drunken slur pouring from his mouth as he tried to find something he could hit Jacob with. He was looking in the bathroom maybe he would find some sort of soap that he could force down Jacob's throat, he'd done that before. While his back was turned, Jacob eyed the door. All his wounds flaring up and making themselves know. His heart slowed for a moment, the steady beat echoing in his ears. It was almost as if time had slowed down and something else was controlling him, something deep and hidden right down in his core.
Without consciously commanding his body to, Jacob found himself moving towards the door, slowly rising so that he could crawl the distance. It seemed impossible, the shards were tearing at his skin and there didn't seem to be enough time to reach his destination without Garrid noticing. But he didn't.
Jacob made it to the door. He tumbled down the stairs and onto the damp grass. He wanted to cry out in pain but he dared not in case of alerting Garrid to his actions. Jacob knew he had to get away, or more so, Jacob's instincts did. He had sustained more injuries in the past week, more severe injuries than he was used to.
Somehow, Jacob found his feet. He hobbled towards the forest pain shooting though his body with each movement, his leg gave out half-way. Panicked, hyperventilating breaths escaped him, he needed to get out of there, he needed to leave before Garrid realized he was missing.
A furious drunken roar filled the caravan park.
Too late. Jacob practically crawled into the forest, not daring to look back. He made it though the first line of trees just as the caravan door snapped open. Jacob moved forwards, he could hear heavy, laboured breaths behind him. Garrid was coming.
Jacob moved forwards, he could do nothing but. The pain was fading, or more so his panic was outriding the pain and his fear of being caught made him forget about it momentarily. That and the fact that he was probably loosing too much blood to actually feel his leg anymore.
Garrid was crashing through the trees, in the dead of the night every sound was intensified, Jacob swore his father was right behind him yet he dared not look. He prayed, begged to the night and whoever was listening that the night, his dark clothes and hair would conceal him from his hunter.
Although it was only a few minutes that Garrid was chasing him, to Jacob it felt like an eternity, but when he gave up Jacob was almost cried out in desperate relief. It was only the fear of being heard that stopped him from doing so.
Jacob did not stop though, he wasn't game to. Although the rational, logical art of his brain told him that Garrid had gone back another part of him was pushing, urging him to go further. Jacob guessed his sub-conscious was only telling him to do so because Jacob had nothing else to do.
Suddenly, the leaves slipped beneath his feet the ground slanting in a deep slop. Jacob was falling. Tumbling would be more correct. He hit the ground on his side, the last thing Jacob saw was soft glow of a campfire far in the distance.
There was only darkness.
Pain. Jacob could only feel the complete dead weight of his body
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The smell of disinfectant burned his nose. He wished it would go away.
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Soft, hushed voices were close and yet so very far away from him. He couldn't make out the words. The sound hurt his ears.
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Warmth, heat. Someone was holding his hand. Jacob wondered if he was dreaming. He must've been. He tried to squeeze his hand, but his arm wasn't obeying him.
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Jacob woke to the feeling of being suffocated. He couldn't breathe, couldn't get any air into his lungs, something was down his throat, choking him. Jacob lurched forwards gagging. Sounds were erupting all around him, machines blaring, people shouting. Jacob's eyes snapped open. He saw white for a few moments. Pure white. Darkness took him again.
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"Jacob? Jacob? can you hear me?" Someone was calling his name, he wished they wouldn't he just wanted to sleep. "Jacob?"
Jacob opened his eyes, hissing in pain as white light greeted him once more. He clenched his eyes shut, blinking madly and trying to cover his eyes. Something tugged at his hand. Though blurred vision, Jacob noticed there was something sticking into his arm… needle.
What was a needle doing in his arm?
"Jacob, you are at the Forks hospital. My name is Dr Cullen."
Yes, it's only a short chapter this time… well shorter than usual at least.
And your also going to hate me more when I say that im going to be away for the next month and won't be able to upload chapter nine until around the 15/4/12.
Please do not kill me!
I hope you liked this chapter and as a small peace offering for my sudden absence I will spill a storyline secret.
Jacob has now escaped Garrid, physically, for good.
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