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 Nine-
"Jacob, you are at the Forks hospital. My name is Dr Cullen."
Jacob blinked, trying to rid his eyes of the fuzziness. His brain slowly working into gear.
"…Cullen?"
He knew that name somewhere but he couldn't place it. His mind seemed to be filled with mush and thinking about anything seemed to trigger sharp pains at the back of his head.
"I'm Edward's father, he said he knew you in Phoenix?" Jacob finally managed to take in the man before him; golden hair, gently bushed back and almost shimmering under the hard white lights. He wore a pristine doctor's jacket a blue collared shirt and tie beneath it. His eyes were dark, as if he was lacking a serious night's sleep but his eyes matched his hair; pure gold. His skin was like porcelain, smooth and without any imperfections; it was as if a statue had come to life.
He didn't look anything like Edward- apart from the eyes and the skin at least. Edward had said that he was adopted, all the Cullen children were.
"I'm glad to see you awake." Jacob realized he'd been sitting there staring like an idiot and quickly ducked his head, a deep blush forming under his fawn brown complexion. He just hoped Dr Cullen hadn't been offended at a nobody like him meeting eyes with someone like him; perfection.
"You had us a little worried for a while there, you're injuries were quite extensive when they found you."
"T-they…?" Jake's voice was a cautious whisper. He didn't want to speak out of turn, but curiosity was weighing heavily on his mind.
"A group of teenagers from the reservation, they say you know them. Sam especially was worried for you, he's been spending most of his days here." Jacob felt his eyes go wide and despite the rules ingrained into him of never looking at people more important than you Jacob found himself staring blankly at Dr Cullen.
"S-Sam? Sam Uley?"
"Yes that is correct." Jacob felt the blood draining from his face. What was Sam doing there? Had it been out of some weird sense of obligation? Sam had seemed like the noble sort- but Jacob thought that after seeing Jacob once the older male would want nothing to do with him.
Yes, it must have been some sort of guilt or obligation that the male visited.
"Unfortunately they've been the only ones to visit. We tried contacting your father but he seems to have disappeared. Young Seth mentioned that you were staying at the local caravan park but the owner says Garrid left a few days ago. Do you know where he is now?"
A cold numb feeling was settling over Jacob's body.
Garrid was gone.
He always said that if Jacob didn't come home at night he would leave him. Jacob didn't know how long he had been at the hospital before but he guessed it was longer than twenty four hours.
Garrid was gone.
He'd abandoned Jacob.
Jacob swallowed dryly, the blood complexly gone from his face.
"No sir, I don't know where he is now." Jake's voice came out in a dead monotone. He did not know how to feel at that moment, he didn't know what to feel. The man who had hurt and abused him all his life was gone but at the same time everything he knew was gone. The only thing he knew as 'home' was gone. What would he do now? Had Garrid taken Jacob's bag and all the money Jacob had saved within it with him? Where would Jacob go now?
"Does he have a number I can contact him on?"
"No." Jacob's voice was all too quiet now, he was slowly forgetting where his voice was located. "He's gone." Jacob's words seemed to stun the doctor for a moment. Dr Cullen opened and closed his mouth to try and say something but nothing came. Jacob didn't blame him, How many people came in saying their parent's had left their freak sons behind.
"I-I see." The doctor cleared his throat, finally managing to speak again. "The wounds you have are quite extensive, you will have to stay here for at least other week before we can permit you to leave the bed."
"I don't have any money to pay you with."
"Never mind about that, what I'm concerned for is how you received such injuries."
"It was an accident." Jacob's response was a reflex action ground into him from childhood.
"An accident? Jacob I know that these marks are no mere accident. Did your father do this to you?"
"No."
"He's not here anymore Jacob, you don't need to defend him." Jacob stilled. Edward's father was right. Garrid had left him, he was no longer here to hurt him, no longer here to starve him or complain about him. Jacob would never have to see Garrid and his 'friends' ever again.
He could finally tell someone the truth.
But… if he did…. Jacob didn't want to imagine the expressions of sympathy or even perhaps disgust. What teenager couldn't defend themselves against another? And what if they started to wonder why Garrid used to beat him? Was there something truly wrong with him that made Garrid want to beat him? What if these people found out and started to hurt him too? Or worse- send him away?
"He did not hurt me sir." Dr Cullen was silent for a long time. Trying to get Jacob to meet his eyes. The teen kept his face hidden under his mattered hair, eyes trained on the hospital bed sheets.
"Very well Jacob, you need your rest. I will leave the matter for now but soon I will require an answer- one that isn't a lie." Jacob flinched at the sound of the curtain being pulled shut. Jacob shivered, the hospital suddenly seeming too cold and too big for him. The teen fisted the blankets in his hands, ignoring the stab of pain as he used the sore muscles Jacob pulled the blankets up higher until they were over his head. He curled up in his make-shift sanctuary, light shivers racking his frame as he thought about what lay outside of it and what he would do when the hospital released him. None of his plans held much hope.
When Jacob woke there were hushed voices talking all around him. Jake froze, trying to determine if the intruders were friend or foe.
"..H-how could someone do that to him?" The voice was a female one; hushed and low as she spoke to her two companions. Jacob frowned slightly, he had heard that voice before but from where he could not place.
"Carlisle says he's healing slower than most. He's malnourished, anaemic and severely underweight they almost didn't want to put him under anaesthetic because of the risk." This voice belonged to a male, hard and gruff no nonsense in his tone. Again, the voice was familiar.
"He'll pay." Another male, his words were spat out through gritted teeth. Jacob had no idea why such anger radiated in his tone. For a horrible moment Jacob thought the male's anger was directed at him. "That bastard. Who does this to their only son?" Jacob felt his muscles sigh in relief.
"Someone who doesn't deserve to live." The first male responded.
"Oh Billy, we have to do something."
Billy…Billy… Seth's dad! What is he doing here?
"I know love, I've already spoken to Carlisle about his living arrangements he can come stay with us as soon as he's released."
"He would be better off with me."
"Now Sam, he needs a family right now- he needs a mother." Jacob's mind was racing. Sam? What was Sam doing here too? And what was all this talk about his living arrangements and mothers? His head was spinning.
"He needs someone to care for him who will do that better than I?"
"We know that son, but don't you think it would be better if he got used to having a stable home and something close to a normal life before everything else?"
Sam grunted.
"Sweetie, it's not like we're going to horde him away. You can come over whenever you like."
Jacob clenched his eyes shut. Nothing they were saying made any sense and their voices were becoming too loud and too annoying for his ears. He just wanted them to go away and to leave him alone. Being hidden under blankets and hearing strange voices from all around him were daunting and scary. It reminded him of when he was little and he had stuck to hiding under the bed when Garrid's friends were over, praying that they wouldn't find him… They always did.
The sound of new footsteps approaching his bed drew Jacob's attention, he recognized them; the sound of soft leather against clean tiles.
"Ah Mr and Mrs Black, Mr Uley- I was about to call you."
"What's wrong Cullen?"
"I wanted to run through the Jacob's recovery routine for when you take him home- Jacob, I think you should come out and hear this too."
Jacob could almost feel their eyes upon him. His body locked up taunt. How had Dr Cullen known he was awake?
"Jacob… sweetie?" The soft, gentle tones of the female's voice called to him. Slowly, Jacob began to push the covers back until he could peek out and take in his visitors.
Sam Uley and Billy Black were indeed present. Both watching him through a stern yet somehow soft gaze. Dr Cullen was of course present, the last figure Jacob took in was the woman beside Billy.
Emily, beautiful, sweet Emily. He drank in the sight of her storing it away before quickly dropping his gaze, a red blush high on his cheeks. She was so beautiful, so gentle, so motherly.
"You been listening the whole time son?" Billy Black asked, leaning forward in his wheelchair.
"Yes sir." Jacob admitted guiltily. He wondered how mad they would be.
"Well...?" Jacob glanced up blinking in confusion at Emily's question. "What do you think?"
"I-I…I d-don't…" Gods it was so hard to talk to her. "u-under-…understand." Emily smiled softly, putting an arm around he husband's shoulder. Billy smirked softly and returned the touch by reaching out and wrapping his arm around her waist.
"We want to adopt you son."
Yes, yes, it has been forever and a day since I updated.
I took the month off to go on vacation and to finally finish the last few chapters of my year and seven month old Vampire Knight Fan-fiction 'Kill Me Softly'. Afterwards I was dog tired though relived. I will admit that I took an extra week or so off to recuperate and to gather my creative juices flowing once more and had got over half-way though this chapter before I decided- in all my wisdom- to put my flash disk and three-years worth of writing along with this chapter THROUGH the washing machine.
Devastated can't even match up to how I felt and I spent God-knows how many days unable to turn on a computer or laptop to re-do this chapter.
It was a while after that, I was complaining to my older brother over the phone about what had happened and after he laughed his guts out (thanks a lot brother dearest) he actually managed to help me recover what I had lost on my computer.
Long-story short I was able to get 99% of my writing back and I just had to redo part of this chapter so here, now, two and a half weeks after it was due, I give you the next chapter of Call Of The Alpha and hope to dear god there will be no more problems.
HAHA
CLIFF HANGER!
Sorry couldn't resist.
Yes I am pure evil.
DEAL WITH IT!
*Evil cackle*
Next update is in a week!
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