Ahh forgive me for changing up my chapters. I'm sorry but I'm happy with it now. There will be another that kind of a duplicate of this but jacob/oc. This story originally had been Jacob/OC but then when I was wrriting the second chapter of this last year in January, I changed it to Seth. But now I have to do a story like this for Jacob. Anywayssss...
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Seth plated the food after Charlie announced Leah was going to be joining them, Charlie excused himself upstairs for a moment, Naomi looked back at him walking away as she was grabbing stuff to make a quick salad. Seth grabbed the stuff in her hands which caused them to start bantering again as she closed the refrigerator. Leah arrived a few minutes later and tormented Seth throughout dinner, Charlie came back down and they enjoyed dinner together with solemn edge with Charlie's clear despondence. After dinner and more peanut butter cookies, Leah helped Naomi clean up as Charlie excused himself to the living room, the two shared a look when he grabbed beer cans and turned the TV up louder than before. Leah took that as a sign to leave early, goodbyes were quick and rushed mostly on Leah's part, Seth followed her to talk with her about their mom leaving and Charlie's broken heart. Naomi finished cleaning up the kitchen and went upstairs to shower and get ready for the night, she thought about the present situation with her dad.
She didn't even know where to begin to think of what to do to help him, until she remembered Billy, until she texted Jacob about Sue leaving Charlie and his current mood. Jacob picked up his phone from on the end table in his bedroom in Billy's house, he relayed the message to his father.
"Le-." Seth started but Leah cut him off.
"Go tend to your imprint, Seth." Leah said, rather bitterly as she climbed into her car.
"Leah." Seth's eyebrows furrowed.
"She would be here if you told Naomi the truth." Leah said sharply, her eyes were sharper but he was immune to her glares.
"Mom decided to leave on her own. It has nothing to do with me imprinting." Seth protested, defensive and hurt that she even went that route.
Leah gave him a look that silenced any further conversation. She closed her door and started the ignition. Seth walked back into the house as Leah drove away down the street. Seth observed Charlie in his armchair before heading upstairs, Naomi had beat him to the shower first, as he walked to his room Leah's words began to sink in. She had a point, and maybe she was right. If he had told Naomi sooner than maybe she would still be here, no she would be, but he couldn't tell Naomi. He couldn't bring her into this world, he would rather suffer not being with her than the day that comes where she would have be killed or turned into a vampire.
It was selfish and wrong, he knew that, but she didn't need to be involved in this world. She didn't need to fear for her life because of her knowledge. She was safer being in the dark. She was safer with the decision to be ignorant to everything and she could live. That's what he wanted most and he knew that's exactly what she needed, what she wanted.
She just wanted to live. And he was determined to make it happen. No matter what. He will stop phasing. He will go back to school in the fall, and work a job if Jake let him. But he never knew what was coming to him once Jacob started thinking about the reality of the situation.
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Charlie backed out on the day to the lake the next morning, he stayed in his room after Naomi checked on him when she woke up early. Naomi went downstairs to catch the phone from waking up the rest of the house, it was Jacob calling for Seth.
"Hello?" Naomi asked.
"Hello, Mi?" Jake asks.
"Hey, Jake. What's up?"
Jacob glances over at his father at the table eating a bowl of cereal, "Is Seth around?"
"He's still sleeping, why?"
"Oh. Can you have him call me when he's up?"
"Of course. Good morning, Jake."
Jacob smiles, "Good morning, Mi."
"How are you?"
"I'm.. I'm okay. How are you?"
"I'm okay. What are your plans today?"
Jacob shrugged but she couldn't see it, he 'uh's' and then answers, "I don't know honestly. Going to see how the morning goes. How about you?"
"I have some homework to do."
"Oh okay. Well, I got to go, Mi… I'll call you later."
"Okay. Talk to you later."
"Bye, Mi."
"Bye, Jake." Jacob hung up the phone and turned back around to his father.
Naomi noticed the unlocked back door and locked it, she began to make breakfast and a pot of coffee. Seth woke up abruptly to the smell of chocolate chip and strawberry pancakes, eggs, the rich scent of coffee beans and the fresh morning air. Naomi's milk and honey scent mixed every other scent and the smell of yogurt also greeted him as he approached the kitchen, Naomi looked over her shoulder from making small individual bowl of yogurt and chopped strawberries, the honey was also out. The last of the batches of pancakes were finishing cooking, along with the unbroken yoke eggs topped with simple seasoning of salt and pepper and pasted fresh garlic in the butter.
"Good morning," Naomi greeted with a soft smile that made Seth's heart miss a beat in his chest.
"Good morning," Seth says groggy and resting his head on his arms. "Are we going to the lake?"
"Dad backed out. Jake called for you." She says taking the last batch of pancakes off the large flat pan. "You want some coffee?"
"Yeah," Seth lifts his head and standing up from the table. "Did Jake say what he wanted?"
"Just to talk to you," Naomi replied, pouring the dark liquid of caffeine into a mug.
Seth dialed the number and put the phone to his ear, he turned slightly to watch Naomi. He noted the way she moved without any discomfort, she grabbed a plate of food with yogurt and went upstairs. Jacob picked up on the second ring.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Jake." Seth greeted, he made his coffee while he talked with Jacob.
"Hey, Seth. Meet me at the beach in 20." Jacob's tone said enough, he meant business.
Seth hung up the phone after Jacob did and ate breakfast with Naomi before leaving to meet Jacob, he told her he had something to do real quick and he'll be back. Naomi cleaned up the kitchen after breakfast and started doing homework at the dining room table, she had another cup of coffee as she went through files and opened up her laptop. Charlie looked at the food Naomi brought up to him on his end table, he rolled away and sighed heavily, trying to go back to sleep but he was getting restless with an unease settling into his stomach. She didn't have to wait long for Seth return, or so she thought when she heard the car pull into driveway, she wasn't expecting him so back when she heard the engine. Charlie came down the staircase as Naomi walked over to the front door, Jason walked up to the door looking over his shoulder to check his surroundings. The one person he was worried about was gone, he had no worry about Charlie since he knew what he currently had on him gave him ridiculous power.
As soon as Seth got onto the highway, he thought back on Jacobs tone over the phone. Jacob sounded angry with him, this worried him, greatly, what has he done for Jacob to be mad? It certainly wasn't because of refusing to tell Naomi about the imprint, she was fine and she was healing, but Charlie wasn't okay. Charlie never backed out of plans, especially plans that dealt with the lake, Charlie never stayed in bed and Seth felt the guilt as the thought crossed. He began to get anxious as he listened to Jacob alpha order him in informing Naomi about his imprint on her, and then he felt the abrupt ripping pull of his chest back to Forks. The imprint bond and Naomi's severe distress, something was wrong. That's all he knew and Jacob noticed the sudden change in Seth and the panic contouring his face and his body shook violently.
Jacob had a couple seconds to reaction and move out of the way before didn't clawed by the younger male, Seth's sandy wolf took off towards the foliage in a haste and distraught. Jacob phased followed and was greeted by Seth's frantic thought train about Naomi, something was wrong and he felt it immediately.
Naomi opened the door to Jason and her face fell as her eyes widened, the movement of Jason's arm was quickly lifting a black object wrapped in his fingers. Charlie's eyes widened seeing the barrel of the handgun facing him as Naomi shrieked and scrambled out of the way falling to the floor against the left side of the hallway (looking at the front door from inside). Her screams were drowned out by the sharp, loud crack of the releasing bullet from the chamber. Naomi never moved so fast kicking into survival mode as Charlie dropped down the rest of the staircase limply. That moment of watching her father drop from the staircase, tore her heart and soul apart but her body kept her alert of the threat of death. She kicked the door closed as fast and as hard as she could knocking Jason out of the doorway, with both of her feet. She knew she had seconds to lock the door and flee before he pulled the trigger again, so that's what she did with her heart pounding against her ribcage and her throat growing dry. She was on her feet and dead bolted the door and ran to the back door, she unlocked it while trembling in fear.
Jason pulled the trigger three times at the door handle. Naomi fled from the back door, and ran into the forest as fast as she could barefoot and still in her pajamas. The gunshots drowned out the sound of the back door slamming closed out of Naomi's fright, it was the first time she ran from him.
The neighboring houses were full of families and all startled at the abrupt loud cracks of gunshots ringing through the air. The older couple across the street had caught of Jason after the first shot, the man's wife spoke hysterically into the phone as her husband stood watch, never missing a thing from the outside of the front lawn and the front door.
I know what you're thinking, where are the Cullen's? Did Alice see this? Why weren't they there? Now you see they're still on their way back from their hiking trip up near the National Park, and Jason's decision was impulsive and there was no way they would've made it back in time. Or get stable cell phone service to call for help or the pack. It truly was up to the police department and the pack, whichever made it there first. Either way, they were on their way as fast as their vampire speed would allow them to travel.
Naomi pulled her phone from her pocket as she ran and tried to search for the correct contact but she was shaking way too much and her phone called Leah's phone. Naomi seen the name displayed across the screen when she looked back down at it quickly as she pushed herself faster, she put the phone to her ear.
Naomi heard Leah pick up the phone and before Leah could even finish greeting her, Naomi began word vomiting about the situation in incoherence.
"Naomi, slow down. Slow down, calm down, what happened?" Leah asked holding the phone to her ear as she turned the volume up, Paul and Rachel looked up at her from at Billy's kitchen table.
"Jason killed Dad!" Naomi shrieked over the phone before she tripped over a fallen tree branch.
Leah pulled the phone away from her ear hearing her shriek and it wasn't incoherent, she heard her loud and clear and so did Paul.
"What? What do you mean Jason killed Charlie? Where are you? Where is Seth? Hello? Naomi? Where are you?" Leah said through the phone that laid on the forest floor before Naomi picked up clumsily and sobbing hysterically.
The phone call ended in her haste to grab it and Naomi continued running as fast as she could. She tripped again over shrubbery and fell flat on her face before her head knocked against a fallen tree branch and she went unconscious. Jason searched the whole house, tearing it apart and trashing it in his search for Naomi until he heard the sirens of the responding Forks Police. Jason barely got out of the street in his car before he seen the flashing red and blue lights halfway down the next block, he made a turn but he was being followed after a description of his car in the driveway of the Swan residence over the call from the man's wife across the street. Leah and Paul phased in as Jacob and Seth were still on their way to Forks, their information panicked and enraged Seth beyond his limits.
After close encounters with the police officers searching around the backyard and the Swan house, Jacob caught Naomi's scent as Seth observed the scene in front of the house.
She got out. She into the woods. Jacob reports to Seth before sending out an order. Jacob sniffed the rich soil with Naomi's lingering scent and her footprints, Seth ran deeper into the forest to meet up with Jacob as he tested the air for the wind carrying scents.
Leah and Paul phased out to snatch hidden clothes in crevices of trees before phasing back in and chasing after Jacob and Seth
A police cruiser clipped the back bumper of Jason's vehicle before the car flipped along the pavement on the highway.
The search for Naomi took minutes following her footprints and her scent, they slowed down hearing her heartbeat and breathing in the quiet, dense area of foliage. Seth melted in relief seeing her but his panic rose again when he realized she was hurt, Seth sniffed her head as Jacob stood on lookout.
She's bleeding. She's bleeding. She's bleeding. She's bleeding. Seth's mind replayed in panic as he continued sniffing her body for any other blood coming out of wounds. She was fine expect for the gash on her forehead.
Once Paul and Leah arrived with clothes, Seth wasted no time on dressing and getting his imprint into his arms and to the hospital. It hit him then as he ran through the foliage, it hit him hard as the terror of this event ended up worse than it had. He should've told her sooner, maybe if he had Charlie would be alive. He seen the body bag and that heavy weighted blanket guilt and shame making him cry as he realized the course of his actions. His mother run away because of his imprint, his imprint ran for her life to escape her ex-fiancé, his second father was dead because of that very same man. He doesn't know how Naomi survived but she did, and she was right here in his arms stirring awake, he realized the severity of the course of his decisions mostly over the grief and guilt of Sue and Charlie and Naomi being without a father.
Jacob led Leah and Paul out of the search of the police officers and sense of the Cullen's returning into their territory.
Seth got her to hospital still unconsciously crying and anxious, Carlisle, Edward, and Bella walked into the lobby as Naomi was taken out of Seth's sight. Just before he fell into a panic attack and getting him to relax without Jasper or Jacob was going to be difficult until Seth was sure Naomi was okay. Edward and Bella managed to get Seth outside to calm him down and inform him of the current events, Carlisle stayed and took over Naomi's treatment since she woke up while they were taking her to get tests done.
Jason was shot while trying to escape from his vehicle after he shot another officer after ignoring their yells of warnings, and he died instantly from his wounds.
"Hello, Naomi," Carlisle says in a calm, polite tone.
Holding up a flashlight to check the dilation of her pupils, Naomi looked up at Carlisle standing in front of her as she sat perched on a hospital bed with gauze on her forehead.
"Hi." She blinked rapidly at the white light flashing in her eyes.
Her eyes brimming with tears and she wiped her face frustrated with herself for the tears falling for Carlisle to see. Carlisle knew right away she had a concussion, and the heaviness of her aura indicated grief as her mind answered her mental questions on why she was in the hospital. She cooperates with Carlisle as he examines her, she asked about Seth after she answered his questions, and he reassured her he was around. After a few tests and a few stitches, Carlisle discharged her.
Edward handed a shirt and a pair of sneakers to Seth who was still anxious about getting back to Naomi, the weight of Jason was gone but more stress was impending. Charlie's body claim, his funeral, the will and the healing. He had an imprint to get to, he still had to obey Jacobs alpha order, and he didn't know what to expect next.
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Naomi stared at the officer has he informed her of all the currents events and the next course of action. Her father's funeral was left in Bella's responsibility, and the will would read after. Jason was dead. Her ears stopped processing words after the officer said Jason was dead.
She felt it. The shock and the grief. Two deaths in the same day and it was ripping her soul apart and filling her ears with cotton, she was consciously aware of her breathing and the rhythm of her heartbeat as her chest constricted on itself. Her father was dead because of Jason, and Jason was dead because he refused to surrender. She remembered the last conversation she had with her father, and she wished he had taken the chance to go to the lake. She remembered the second she noticed the gun in Jason's hand, the crack of the bullet releasing and her father's body dropping.
It was too much. The news was too much. The pain from her fall was too much. The fact that she had to bury Jason was too much. The officer was too much. The hospital was too much. Everything was too much.
She sat down in the chair that was behind her, the officer stopped talking when her head lowered as she sat down. He assessed her cautiously; he felt a ping of guilt when her shoulders began to shake with quiet sobs. This empty and crushing feeling within her body and mind was an all too familiar feeling, not a feeling, a state of mind. It had become a state of mind after all these years.
She sat there on the couch in the student housing apartment. The golden hot Chicago sun shining on her back through the open curtains of the wide window with the cool air of the a/c brushing around her. Her brown/blues stuck on the apartment door that was dark mahogany wood, the hallway was lit with the sun streaks from the windows, she'd been staring at the door since he slammed it closed. Her heart has jumped into her throat and her body tensed as he yelled at her before storming out the door, harshly slamming it all because of a simple question for reassurance. Her heart was breaking in her chest, and she just wanted him to come back, she wouldn't bring it up, she just wanted to hold him. Apologize for bringing up the past, apologize for being insecure, but she knew what she saw but she believed him anyway. She knew that either way, she wasn't good enough for him in any way and it was a dreadful thing, but as she stared, she could feel herself tearing apart, comparing herself to every girl in her lectures, in the apartment building.
She knew that if he had the chance, he would take the opportunity to be with another girl, she knew that, and it tore her apart because he always agreed. It made her want to fight harder for him. The healthy urge to hold onto him was unrealistic and she hated feeling so… empty and anxious. Waiting for him to come back. She couldn't focus on anything but her flaws and what she could do to make it better. She could stop feeling, be that woman he wants that doesn't nag him, doesn't do anything but cook, clean, and give him head the first time she asked. Everything that should be good and pure out of pure consideration and care felt like an obligation.
For a while now, everything felt like she had to do it, or he would take those invitations from other girls. She couldn't take a break for one day. Not a day of just no responsibilities. She doesn't know the last time she slept in on a free day, she doesn't know the last time she felt she could relax. She was in college, she was pursuing her dream, she had a boyfriend she loves but everything seemed it was ending. Like her life was over.
That is, this silence after angry insults and slamming doors. The wait. Like this was her life now. She choose this and she had to accept it, she couldn't love anyone else. She couldn't leave this relationship. It meant she had to go home but she would have to do online classes because of the distance to the school. She would be alone. She was alone then, the officer left after simplifying concluding information, and she was alone now.
Seth gazed at Naomi in the hospital lobby room where he found her in with the discharge papers in her hands, she sat by herself in the corner of the room, the paper shook in her hands as tears fell from her eyes as she stared at it. He felt her distress before he found her, his face softened as he approached her. She looked up to him striding towards her, like a knight in shining armor he came to her and with just a single lock onto his eyes. She wasn't alone anymore.
He always came when she needed him. It was like her cry summoned him, and he barely had to say anything for her to know he was right there.
"Come on, Rosy," Seth reaches his hand to her, the grief in his eyes but he wasn't leaving her behind.
She reached out, instinctively, and took his hand, standing to her feet and stepping into his embrace as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders. His body heat was such a soft invite, she wrapped her arms around his waist and leaned into him. She closed her eyes and then she felt herself waking abruptly, she jolted awake, and her eyes focused on the bedroom in the house she shared with Jason. She blinked a couple times as she looked around, sitting and waited for her heartbeat to slow down back to a calm, steady pace. She was sitting upright in their house in Jacksonville, she looked around groggily for her phone and pulled it out from under her pillow.
It was the week after she graduated high school. Her right shoulder and upper bicep were sore. She looked over at Jason sleeping on his back in the clothes he was wearing the night before, she sighed when she remembered their argument and he never came home until three hours ago. She could smell his body odor and the lingering alcohol. This is… embarrassing, embarrassing she has finals to worry about and he's just laying here in a drunk coma with no care in the world. No regard for anyone else but himself, he can't live without drinking and his only excuse was because of his childhood, she had wanted to punch him so hard to knock some logical sense into him.
It pissed her off that he thought his actions on drinking was justifiable because his home life had been sucky, he was miserable down to his core and she didn't want to spend the rest of her life with an alcoholic. He was unattractive now, extremely unattractive, all he did was work, then come home and complain about work, drink and drink and complain about work and his childhood over and over and over. It was unattractive, he would compare her to his ex's, women who were loose and everyone knew it, she hated that he wanted her to be like them. Unattractive, unattractive, unattractive, he was just… unattractive.
She sighed again in a mental response to her current thought train, she dreams about Jason cheating on her constantly and does not care to ever give reassurance to prove his love in words or actions. They're always fighting, and he's always gone. She asked herself if this is what she wanted for the rest of her life, did she really want this for the rest of her life? It wasn't what she wanted, and she was out of bed before she thought about his feelings. He doesn't say anything about his feelings when she asks what his feelings were, he would just insult and gaslight her, she was tired of it. He broke another promise, and he was so good at breaking his promises and she was tired of accepting. She spent the past several years in a relationship with him wishing he'd change, and normally she wouldn't be conscious of her dreams or pay attention to them but this morning.
She didn't give a single fuck. Her dreams were telling her something. And he made his feelings clear about her the night before, she had bruises to prove it. She turned the alarm off before it could wake him when she left, she packed a bag. She was out the door with her car keys and duffel bag, she drove to her car dealership, she had written a note in a hurry to get to the airport with little to no distractions or wasted time to clarify her decision. She handed over her keys to the nice man that was going to collect her car she was giving up, and she was glad that she had accepted Jason's recent 'fiancée allowance', there was one thing for which he was good. Money. If only he knew how to communicate and keep his dick in one woman, he would be perfect but he's a douchebag.
She boarded the plane before she sent out a text to her father's cell to be casual, she wanted her arrival to be a surprise, and he would be pissed that she wasn't going to college in Jacksonville but once she explained. He would be pissed at someone else, mostly Renee, but he would understand and keep her locked in the house until further notice. She smiled to herself as she thought about her father locking her up in her childhood bedroom, she would gladly allow him to lock her away. She felt like that dream she had lasted forever; she wanted the dream to last forever.
The part about Seth she wanted to last forever.
But her imagination... she had dreamt about Jason killing her father. She had dreams like that before about her getting beaten and then it would happen, she would be damned if she brought her father into the crossfire.
But first, she had to go home, and she needed to know why she dreamt about people turning into gigantic wolves. She needed answers to her dream. That dream was vivid, and the way she felt... it wasn't just a dream.