Chapter 15
Jake's pov
"Rachael, calm down." I plead. It is hard to understand her when she begins to cries. "Jake, it's dad, he has a heart attack." She chokes out between sobs. This couldn't be happening. How much suffering must one endure through a lifetime? Dropping the phone, I run to her house. Entering the door slowly, afraid of what I going to see, I hear Rach crying in the living room. Following the sound, I come across the sight I couldn't prepare for. My dad was lying on the couch, all the color drain from his body, looking like he was in a peaceful sleep. "Dad!" I scream, tears now begin to roll down my cheeks, as I rush to him. "Dad, you can't leave me now. I still need you." He just lays there unresponsive, scaring me. "Please Dad, keep fighting. You need to meet your new grandchild." I continue as the temperature begins to drop. I look up at Dr. Burgess, who is just shaking his head. "Jake, I'm sorry but I don't think he has much longer." "No!" I scream as I phase and take off running. I refuse to believe this is how his life will end. There has to something more that can be done.
Trees blur by as I run as fast as I can. Faster than I have ever run. It took me about a hour and a half to reach my last resort, hoping that they would still help. Quickly I phase back, finding my emergency stash of clothes, and then go and knock on the door. Swinging violently open, I am met by three people growling and hissing. Taking a deep breath and swallowing hard, I begin to speak. "Dad heart attack help." I choke out between sobs. Slowly their stances begin to relax. "Why should we help you, dog?" Edward hisses at me. "Please don't let my dad suffer, cause I'm a jerk." I begin to plea. He still isn't ready to listen to me. I don't blame them. If I was in their place, I probably wouldn't help. "Please." I continue to beg knowing that my dad doesn't have much longer. "Carlisle!" Bella yells. Edward just glares at her for a moment than relaxes in defeat. In a matter of a second he appears beside them in the doorway. "Carlisle, please help. My dad has a heart attack and Dr. Bugress says he doesn't have much longer." "Jake, I can't promise anything, but I'll try. Let me grab my bag." As he goes to grab his bag, I quickly phase. This time I save my clothes.
Carlisle and I return to Rachael's house and we can hear her wailing. This couldn't be good. This time without hesitating I ran into the house, and see Rachael on the floor crying hard as Paul sits beside her holding tightly. Slowly my heart sinks into the pit of my stomach, something tells me we're to late. "Dad!" I scream. Looking at him he looks just the same as he did when I left. "Ja-ja-ja-jake he's gone." Rachael finally says. "NO!" I refuse to believe we're to late. Carlisle examines him looking for any signs of life, but there is none. "Jake, I'm sorry." He says solemenly as he walks over to me and places his hand on my shoulder. "I leave y'all be. If you need us for anything, don't be afraid to call." He says as he rans back home. I walk to Rachael and Paul and begin my mourning with them. It feels like my life is still spiraling into the abyss from which there is no escape. I left the love of life and our baby, my dad is gone, yeah life is just peachy.
This tragedy has made me open my eyes and really think. How could I have been so callous? Through my life I wasn't the only who've made sacrifices, my entire family has. The Cullen also risk their lives so Nessie could have one. Nessie, gave up her freedom to save us and our child. And then dear old Dad, let me go live with them, our enemies, so I could be happy. I know that was hard for him, he was afraid I would be hurt. Then here I am complaining about a few incidents that now seem minor in comparison. I truly am a Jackass. Today, I Jacob William Black, am turning over a new leaf, and becoming the man that my Dad worked so hard to turn me into and the hopefully one day I will be half the father he was. Pulling out the cellphone I make the most difficult call of my life.
Nessie's Pov
Carlisle return from La Push with his head hung low. "How's Billy?" I heard my mom ask as I sat on the couch beside her. "He didn't make it." He said heavily. We all gasp at his words. Though he had hurt me terribly, my thoughts still return to Jake. I still wanted to comfort him. I glance at my parents, ready to ask to go La Push, when the phone rings. "Hello." I ask but the line just goes to dead. "Who was that?" My dad ask. "I don't know, they hung up. Dad?" "Yes, you can go. I think that will be the best thing for Jake right now." He says as he reads my thoughts. "Grab your coat and I'll take you." Quickly I dash up the stairs and grab a light jacket. "Ready." I as go and get in the Volvo.
We drive to the edge of the La Push limits and stop. "I'll see you back here in a hour." He says as I jump out of the car. "Ness, he's at Rachael's okay." Nodding, I ran to the house that I been to once. The door stands wide open, can wailing still be hear. "Hello," I say as I lightly knock on the door. No one came to the door. Not wanting to intrude on emotional werewolves, I knock and speak louder. This time I hear footsteps coming toward me along with the scent I have missed. "Nessie." He chokes out betweens sobs. He looks horrible. His face is long and his russet cheeks stained with tear. "Jake, I'm so sorry." I say as walk toward him. Wrapping my arms around him I try my best to console him. No one I knew has ever died before. Being half-vamp half-mortal, death was an extremely rare thing in my life. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me close. "He's gone." He repeats as he tightens his grip. I am at a loss of words, all I can do is rub his back. "Nessie," He says pulling away, "I'm sorry." I just stare at him confusingly, afraid that he is going to send me away. "I should of never of left. I promise I will do things right." He says as he pulls me back. "Jake," I begin to say when he just loses it completely and falls to the floor. "Jake!" I scream inhumanly loud.
At my scream both Paul and my dad race into the room. Both gasp as the see him lying there barely breathing on the floor. "Jake! Jake! What's wrong with him?!" I scream at them hoping for an answer. "He's fine baby girl, go wait outside." My dad says as he motions toward the door. Against my better wishes, I stalk out the door. "Paul you go get Dr. Bugress, and I'll move to a spare bedroom." My dad tries to whisper, but fails miserably with my sensitive hearing. "Dad, what's going on?" I say as I walk back in. "Trust me he is fine. He just fainted from the emotional stress." "If that is the case then why do you need a doctor?" He just looks at me, trying to come up with something. "Well?" I ask.
I know this is sad. Please let me know what you think.