I dont own Twilight.
I continued to stare at him. My mind overheating with the possibility. Jacob Black? You mean that one dude that Mariah always talks about. The Twilight character. Oh you've got to be fucking kidding me. She set this up. That little bitch. This stupid fucker literally scared the shit out of me and it was all a joke? What kind of game does she think this is?
"Say something, please," his voice was frantic, worried.
I continued to stare up at him, my temper starting to rise as I realized I had just been played.
"You think this is just a game," my voice spoke harshly.
The mans eyes widened, not understanding my words. He shifted from side to side, still hovering over me unintentionally.
"What do you think this is. You think you can just come into my room, through the window might I add and feed me this bullshit lie that your Jacob Black. He isn't real. He is a character from a book. Now get the fuck out of my room before I call the cops." I spoke lowly, my voice deadly.
The man looked horrified. Damn right he should be fearful, never again will someone mess with the almighty Leah. I take pride.
The man continued to stare at me , fear written clearly on his perfect face. I looked over him once more, taking in his features. You know, for someone who's pretending to be that Jacob character, he did a fine ass job. He even looks like the same dude in the poster, almost like twins.
"What do you mean I'm not real," his voice barely breathed, his colored skin suddenly turning a sickly pale. It was as if I had just informed him that he never existed. Damn, he was taking this hard. I mean, what's the big deal about being this Jacob character. I don't understand what's so great about him.
"Jacob. Isn't. Real. He is from a book. Are you not getting me," I spoke rather slowly, almost arrogantly. The man still stood frozen staring down at me. Suddenly he started hyperventilating, gasping for air in large breaths as his face still remained that sickly pale. Shit!
My mind went on overdrive as I had him sit at the edge of my bed asking- begging him to breathe. I couldn't not end up with a dead man in my room. Nu-uh. No way. He continued to take in large breathes, but was slowly starting to slow down.
"Just breathe, breathe. It's all okay, just breathe." I continued to smoothly say, rubbing circular motions on his bare back. Slowly he started to breathe at a normal pace looking at me as I continued to rub his back. Okay, it's official. I'm an idiot. The same person who snuck in my window, prevented me from hitting him with my lamp, and claims that he is Jacob Black is now sitting nicely on my bed as I comfort him. How sick.
With that thought I slowly pull away from him, backing away until my back hit the wall. He looked up at me his face still slightly pale, but had a tint of color.
"Prove to me that I'm not real and maybe I'll believe you," he stated a sudden boldness in his tone.
You've got to be kidding me, he's still on this.
"Fine, I'll get the book," I stated harshly, mad at the fact that he didn't believe me. Look around buddy, welcome to the real world. Yeah, its called reality.
I pushed myself off the wall and toward my door, but quickly wiped my head around as a thought popped in me head.
"Come with me, for all I know, you're a thief that just acted that entire thing out to get me out of my room." I stated, grabbing his hand and pulling him from the bed. God this feels so wrong. Here I am in a soft, short tank and PJ shorts, pulling a man I didn't even know, whom only has cut-off jeans and nothing else, off my bed. Life is just full of surprises.
He nodded in understanding, letting me drag him through my door and toward my sisters room. Once I had reached her door, I turned toward him signaling him to stay quiet. He nodded again in understanding as I opened the door to my sisters…Twilight room. I continued through, letting go of his hand and hurriedly heading toward Mariah's bookshelf. I struggled to read the tile's to each book in the darkness, but with strained eyes I read each one in their order. Twilight. New Moon. Eclipse. Breaking Dawn. Wait, which one is which?
I looked around her dark room in questioning, not sure which book I should choose. Seeing her room, I noticed the New Moon poster already taped to her pink walls. Looking at each one, I noticed the man in the poster was the same man whom staring blankly at it. I studied both of them for a second in the darkness of the room, taking in how similar they look. So identical. Realization came down on me as I turned back toward the book self. I re-read my options, pulling the book that read New Moon with a picture a white, feather like flower that looked as if it had been dabbed with red ink, out of the book self and held it firmly in my hands. I turned back, noticing the man had turned from the poster of 'himself' and stood staring toward my sister.
I then noticed her. Her body was wrapped in a soft New Moon blanket making her look nice and snug as the moons bright lighting shone down on her through the window nearest to the bed. It made her look flawless. Jealousy streaked through me as I remembered today. How brightly my parents looked upon her, with such love. Then there was me, no where to be found in such a beautiful picture. Tearing my depressing thoughts away from today, I focused myself back on the man staring down at my sister in wonder. So he like's what he sees. Well I guess Mariah is getting everything she want's after all.
As quietly as I could, I cleared my throat trying to catch the mans attention. He snapped his head toward me as I waved the book in front of me. He nodded taking one last glance at my sister then turned himself toward the door. I quietly followed him till we reached the door taking one last glance at her room before shutting the door quietly. Well, I'm glad that's over with. Relief flushed through me as both the man and I quietly walked into my room unseen and unheard. The light was still blaring as I adjusted to it's sharp rays.
I closed the door behind me quietly, watching as the man sat on the edge of the bed putting his hands between his thighs to prevent them from shaking. Now looking at him more clearly, I can now see the strained lines of worry that creased his forehead. His lips were set in a frown as his eyes were scrunched in confusion, unsure of where life is taking him.
"That girl in that room, who is she," his voice questioned quietly. For some strange reason, I felt a streak of pain swirl around me and stab my heart. Of course he would ask about me sister, who wouldn't. She's beautiful, smart, and apparently his biggest fan.
"Um, that's my sister, Mariah. Why," I questioned him quietly, the pain still throbbing through me for some unknown reason.
He looked up at me by the tone of my words, his face scrunched in confusion.
"No reason. Why does she have pictures of me…everywhere." His words burned me. Does he still think he's Jacob Black?
"Those pictures aren't of you. They're of this Jacob character from this book," I stated, waving the New Moon book in front of him just to make it clear. He stared at the book, looking at it as if it was the base of his life. The only thing that kept him sane.
"Those pictures are of me," he breathed still staring at the book intensely. A fire rose up within me at his words. He's got to be fucking kidding me. I have prove that Jacob is nonexistent and he's just going to sit there and tell that I'm wrong, when I have proof. He looked up at me, watching me as I tried to calm myself.
Getting a hold of myself I looked down at the book and slowly began to flip through it. The capitalized words caught my eyes, but I was looking for one in particular. The man sat there continuing to watch me as I flipped through, his eyes reading me.
Edward. Alice. Bella. Charlie. Page 84. October. November. December. January. Page. 195. Mike. Billy. Sam. Quil. Page. 387. Carlisle. Embry. Paul. Jasper. Page. 439. Jane. Aro. Marcus. Caius. Page. 545.
Nothing.
I've flipped through every page. 563 pages and nothing. Not once did the book mention the name Jacob Black. Something was defiantly wrong with this book. There were numbers of blanks through-out the entire thing. It was a word. The blank was a word and it the same word every time. It was a name. But it couldn't be Jacob Black. How could a book all about Jacob and this Bella chick not be about him anymore. It's impossible.
I looked down at the man still sitting silently, patiently waiting.
"Well," his voice questioned, his eyes getting droopy. I looked toward the clock at the edge of the nightstand, reading the digital numbers.
3:43 am
I am so thankful that today is a Friday. I'd be so screwed if I had school tomorrow. Then again, I just wouldn't go. Not like my parents pay attention to me enough to even notice.
"Um, well," my voice was hoarse from the lack of speaking so I cleared my throat, trying to make my voice a little clearer.
"Well what do you want to know," I questioned him. He looked at me blankly. Staring up at me, then something suddenly clicked within him. I could see a blaze of fire start to coat his dark eyes as a sudden energy of hatred absorbed him.
"You know what I would like to know? I would like to know how in hell just yesterday I was visiting Bella and Nessie, having a great ass time. Then this morning I woke up, went for a morning jog with Quil and Embry. Then coming dinner time, I was doing patrol with Seth and out of nowhere I start to fade away. Like someone was pulling me here, all I remember is seeing Seth 's face asking me what was going on and if I was okay. Now here I am sitting before you not know what the fuck I'm doing here and why."
"I don't know how I got here. I don't know why I suddenly appeared at your window! I have know fucking clue! But I came here to ask for help. Not be told that I'm not Jacob Black! That I'm not real! How I am just a character in a story that was made up! You know what I want to know? Why in hell destiny choose you to be the one to help me. Why they choose you to be the one I come too. Because in all honesty your not doing anything, but making everything worse. Your sister could do a better job then you! You know how I know? Because she understands me. Not some character from a book. She understands me," his voice was harsh yet quiet as his eye stared toward me like orals of fire piercing me with heated rays as his body trembled.
I stared at him, taking in his words. One by one they sunk in, the fire within me sparked.
"Your right," my voice breathed calmly after a long, hard silence. He stared at me, the fire within him slowly starting to fade as the ashes from the burn spread. I slowly and gently set the book down against my bed, his eyes boring into the side of my head. Very quietly, I calmly stepped toward my door, walking past the man that sat quietly at the edge of my bed. Once I reached my door, I turned the knob slowly and opened the door fully, then I stepped to the side, staring back toward the man on my bed.
"You know where her room is," I said gently, motioning from him to leave. His eyes widened as he realized the damage that was done. He slowly got off the bed and made his way toward the door. He stop suddenly, right next to me. I looked up at him questioning his next move. With one gentle, but quick motion he took the door in his grasp and quietly shut it, earning a glare from my direction.
"What are you doing. You said it your self, my sister understands you. After all she does know the books way better then I ever will, plus she's a huge fan. She's perfect for you," I stated harshly as I continued to glare. He stared at me as he absorbed my words.
"I'm sorry. I should have never said anything. I'm just upset, I don't know what's happening to me. I don't know why I'm here. No one ever gave me a reason. I'm just- I'm just sorry. I have know right to say that you can't help me. There was an obvious reason I appeared at your window. I mean, I've only been here for a couple of hours and you've already figured out that my name is missing in the book. That has to be a sign, right," he stared at me hopefully. His words where true. There were blanks in the book, but that doesn't mean it was his name. Or was it?
I looked back at him, he was biting his lip in hope, his eyes were baring into mine. Those were not the eyes of a man, but of a boy. A lost boy.
I sighed, staring back at him.
"Fine, I will help you, but on one condition. You have to prove to me that you are Jacob Black. No excuses, I've been played to many times before and I will not have that happen again. Am I clear."
The boy-man nodded, smiling lightly toward me.
"Well, um, I really need to get some sleep. So your just going to have to prove me wrong in the morning. Um, do you have a place to sleep," I questioned hesitantly, still not sure if I should trust him, but my heart and gut were telling me that it's alright. The smile was wiped off his perfect face at my question. He slowly shook his head, still biting his lip innocently.
I sighed. "Well you can't sleep on my bed, just incase Mariah walks in. Hmm, you know what? I can hide you in my closet. Trust me, no one ever goes in there," I said smiling gently as I rushed toward the small walk-in closet. He followed me as I opened the door.
My closet was the only place I could actually call my own. My room was just the small room that my parents decided to throw me in. It was plain and white, I want allowed to decorate the walls or hang curtains because my parents didn't want me to ruin the room. Their words exactly were 'I cant have you ruining that room, Leah. Once your gone we want to do something with it. Not just let it go to waste.' But my closet was a different story. My mother had said she didn't care what I did with it cause once I'm gone, they're going to remove it anyways. I didn't matter much to me at first, but once I got going on the closet, I couldn't stop. It's full of wonder and light. I decorated , colored, painted every wall within the little area. It is the only thing that has kept me sane all these horrible years.
"Wow," his voice pulled me from my thoughts as his eyes took in the small area. "It's very…colorful. But in a good way," he smiled.
"Well thanks," I spoke gently, pulling out an extra blanket that I had tucked in my closet and an extra pillow laying neatly on my bed. He watched me make his bed, his eyes still coated with confusion.
"What's wrong," I asked gently, exhaustion really taking a toll on me.
"Nothing, I guess. Just tired, long day," he spoke gently. I smiled toward him in complete understanding as I finished making his bed.
"Well goodnight, I guess," I said awkwardly, unsure if I was making the right decision.
"Night, thanks for the bed. Oh, and sorry about, you know the whole your-sister-understands-me-better-then-you-do thing, I really didn't mean it. You have to understand that I-"
"Lets just pretend like it never happened, deal?" I questioned, cutting him off from his apology.
He smiled toward me. "Deal."
Turning my back on him I looking toward the clock, reading it digital numbers.
4:13 am
Damn it, I'm never going to wake up. A chilling breeze swirled through the room, reminding me that the window had never been shut. I slowly walk toward it, the wind breathing harder. Once I reached it I gently glide the window shut, then noticing the lamp that still sat against the carpeted floor right beside the window. I bent down quickly, picking up the lamp swiftly as I dragged myself to the edge of the nightstand and slowly pulled the lamp back in its outlet, exhaustion wearing on me.
I looked around my plain room, making sure everything was in place. I then noticed Mariah's book still sitting at the edge of bed where I had left it. Ah shit, now she's going to bitch if she finds out that I had her New Moon book. I sighed to myself, grabbing the book and lazily walking toward my rooms door.
"Where are you going," his voice whispered suddenly, causing me to jump slightly. I turned to him, waving the book so he could see it. I rested my hand against the wall for support. You know, just incase I collapse. Dramatic, yes.
"Here let me," he breathed as I eyed him curiously.
"Your not going to rape her, are you?" The words slipped through my mouth before I even deemed a thought. Wow, now isn't that one of the dumbest thing I have ever done. On top of being captured. That's like asking a thief if there going to steal anything. Do you really think they're going to tell you. Fuck no.
He was suddenly hovering over me, his dark figure like a building blocking out the sun.
"You really think I would aim that low," his voice was intense as his eyes burned through me.
I looked up at him, my mind blank.
"You never know." The words slipped. He was now drilling a hole through my skull with his eyes. He ripped the book from my grasp and quickly, but smoothly existed the room, leaving behind just a tint of his scent. Woods and pine. How…different. Within seconds he was back, closing my door quietly behind him then turning toward me. How had he done that so fast without making any sort of noise?
He stared at me, the book out of his hands and to my knowledge, back on Mariah's bookshelf. I stared back at him, the seconds passing quickly.
"Impressive," I finally breathed, watching his every move. He nodded once, his eyes drooping at the sight of my bed. I sighed, grabbing his rather warm hands and pulling him toward the closet.
"Thanks for returning the book, sorry I misjudged you. Get some rest. We'll talk more in the morning…or evening. Depending on when I get up. Don't worry about my parents, they never check up on me. Mariah might pop her head in once or twice so I'd stay clear of the door. If you have to use the bathroom, its right across the hall. Make sure that everyone is out of sight before even considering walking out of this room. Though by ten o'clock , everyone's usually out the door. My parents usually are at work and Mariah's usually at a friends. That would probably be the best time. Please don't wake me up. I usually get in a piss-ass mood every time someone decides to wake me up so I wouldn't recommend it," I stated nicely, wanting him to understand the boundaries when it comes to sleeping in my closet.
He nodded in complete understanding, eyeing the bed in the closet, but still turned towards me. A sudden thought propped into my head causing me to jump up at the question.
"Oh! And if I find you even thinking about getting anywhere near me or my sister. I'll chop of your balls and feed them to my neighbors dogs, got it," I stated warningly, watching as his eyes grew wide with fear of anything down there getting chopped. I laughed to myself at his face, wishing in that moment that I could take a picture. Completely priceless.
He nodded frantically still absorbing my words. I nodded toward him to get some rest as I turned toward the light switch.
"Oh, um, I didn't get your name. I know your sister is Mariah, but you are…" his voice breathed quietly, causing me to freeze from flipping the light switch.
"Leah," I barley spoke, my words like the ringing silence that echoed through the rooms air.
"Leah, pretty name."
I turned toward him then, my eyes wide. How in hell had he heard me? He smiled knowingly toward me as he began to lay down in the bundle of blankets I had laid out for him.
"Goodnight Leah." his voice a whisper. I flipped the switch as my eyes adjust to the blackness of the room. I walked slowly toward my bed, sliding under the thin sheets meanwhile tugging them closer to me. I laid on my back staring up toward my plain, white ceiling.
"Goodnight Jacob," my voice, just a breath sloppily formed into words.
From within the colorful, little closet Jacob smiled.
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