Author: Pattyheartcake PM
Jacob is making trouble again and is already on probation. The court is giving him a second chance: getting therapy. But what happens when Jake's therapist is the hottest chick alive! *All human*Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Hurt/Comfort - Jacob & Renesmee C./Nessie - Chapters: 2 - Words: 6,158 - Reviews: 28 - Favs: 10 - Follows: 18 - Updated: 01-21-11 - Published: 08-04-10 - id: 6208564
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A/N: So here's the next chapter for you, yeah! I'm so sorry it took so long! It's kind of a filler but you need to go into Jake's dark past to really know how he got like this in the first place. And just for the record I want to warn you guys that there will be a lot of memories in this story so don't think they're going crazy from all these flashbacks! But don't worry there is a lot of – I don't know if you want to call it action – but a lot gets covered in this chapter! A peek to see what actually is going on inside Jake's head. So enjoy & Review :D
Special Thanks to: Those who have leaven me lovely comments and support, favoriting and added alerts! And of course thanks to my co-writer Vampii for helping me! What would I do without you?..:)
Disclaimer: Not mine. It's SM's and I think you guys get it.
You know..I'm so glad we could spend this time together
See, not as crazy as you thought I was, am I?
-Emeinem, So Bad
Jake's POV Chapter Two, 'The Calm Before The Storm'
I sat in my cell on the board that was hanging from chains off the wall. My hands were up behind my head just chillin' – what else is there to in a fucking jail cell? I sat back in my cell, thinking back to what to think about next.
Dirt covered everything and the once nice silver bars were rusted from people's grubby hands trying to get the fuck out. It was great entertainment to watch crazy punks have a mental break down and throw themselves at the fucking bars like they're going to magically open for them. Hah, good luck bitches. Shit, it was like trying to get the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow; you know it's there but you'll never get it. Some were even nice to talk to, especially when they told you stories of their crimes and why they were even in here in the first place. Hell, I even had a few stories of my own.
This place was just fucking nasty! Was it really impossible to just sweep or something? There was toilet paper everywhere and still some shit in the toilet. I am ashamed to say that I once pissed in that thing—fuck it still gave me nightmares. Graffiti still covered the walls from that time when Paul was here with Sam, and they vandalized the cell while the guard took a snooze. Sam's dad was so pissed that he grounded him for three months. The man was one bitch of a grouch.
I remembered the first time I sat foot in this cell and that was one hell of a night.
"Shit, Jake! Hurry up, man!" Embry yelled at me from outside, watching guard. God, he was one bitch of a look out. Didn't he know that when you're dealing with cars you've got to be gentle and respectful? Like Sam always said, 'Treat them as if you would treat a lady.'
"Come on! Spark, damn it, spark!" I shouted in frustration I as kept pushing the wires together.
I was trying to hot-wire this Yellow Porsche. Embry and I were looking for a little fun when we found her outside of the mall. I mean, what would you do if you saw a sweet ride just sitting there? I swear if cars were famous, she would look phenomenally glorious riding down that red carpet. So I told Embry to wait until dark before we took this baby girl out for a little joy ride.
"Are you done yet?" Embry asked, annoyed. "Move Jake I haven't got all year!" Embry shouted, now pacing back and forth beside the car. Damn he is just so fucking paranoid! If I were a woman, I'd honestly be offended at everything Embry said. I now understood why women were always like, 'Don't you have faith in me?' and all that crap.
I bit my lip in frustration and couldn't help but growl at the damn thing. My impatience got the better of me, and I jammed the cords together just for the hell of it praying to my lucky stars for one stroke of fucking luck.
I heard the roar of the engine as it purred to life. "Yes!" I exclaimed, climbing into the divers seat. Damn. This is going to be one hell of a ride.
Embry hopped into the side of the passenger seat and plopped himself down on the black leather seat. I grabbed the wheel and slammed the gas and the next thing I knew, the car was racing off. I couldn't help the smile that snuck onto my face.
"Hit it Jake!" Embry yelled and punched the air with victory as we skidded out the parking lot. The wheels burned rubber on the pavement, screeching when we turned the corner and headed out into the street.
"Ready for the ride of your life man?" I shouted to Embry. "Through Hell and back?"
"Fuck yeah, man!" He shouted back. He sounded thrilled.
"Here we go!" I shouted as we pulled on to the highway and turned up the radio. I accelerated the speed and we were flying down the highway.
Embry sat back with a smug grin plastered on his face. "This is fucking awesome! Like from an action movie or some shit," he said bobbing his head to the music. I bet if we weren't in this exact fucking car, he would be playing the air guitar right now—dork.
"Why didn't we ever think of doing this before?" He asked. "It's fucking brilliant if you ask me!" If possible, his grin became wider.
"Well Sherlock," I said with thick sarcasm. "Maybe it's cause we're under-aged drivers who don't want to get busted by the fucking Police and get our asses thrown in jail!" I shouted over the music as I went around this slow ass grandma – shit if you can't drive, don't be on the fucking road lady!
Embry rolled his eyes and our laugher filled the car. But our laughing abruptly stopped when we heard sirens blaring behind us.
Damn jinx, and if karma wasn't fucking bad enough...
"Fuck, Jake," Embry cursed looking behind us through the back window. I lowered down the music. "Holy shit! They're right on our fucking ass!" His eyes bugged, looking liked they just might fall out at any second.
I pulled my eyes over to the mirror and sure- fucking- enough, Officer Phil's face stared right back at me, his eyes narrowed to slits. Shit.
"Fuck," I swore as my eyes darted back to the road where I was met with a huge ass truck. "Shit!" I screamed. I swerved the car not even looking if there was someone in the other lane. I thanked god when my eyes shot open and I was met with an empty road. Thank Sweet Baby Jesus, I was still alive.
Then I heard the bloodiest scream I've ever heard and looked over to see Embry with his hands covering his eyes and his head between his legs. Eventually, we caught up to a large group of cars in front of us.
"What the hell was that?" I shouted at him in the are-you-fucking-crazy? voice.
"Well, Jake, we were just about to freaking die and—"
He was cut off when, out of nowhere, we saw the face of fucking bloody Mary that suddenly appeared in the mirror, which almost made me piss in my fucking goddamn pants. Shit, Embry and I screamed like bitches when we saw that.
"Got you now bitches!" Officer Phil growled to himself, a weird fire in his eyes.
Phil brought the microphone to lips and held down the bottom for the speaker. "Pull the vehicle over now and surrender yourselves!" He yelled with a twisted grin on his tired face, thinking that he was about to get the taste of victory. Fuck that!
For a quick moment, Embry looked scared shitless but then a wicked grin appeared on his face . "Come on, Jake! We can lose this fucker!" Embry said with excitement.
Sounded like a good plan to me. A little adventure never hurt anyone.
I took hold of the wheel with a firm grip and I scanned the moving vehicles before me in the dark night. In my mind, I started planning on what my next move would be in the field of cars. "Hold on tight!" I shouted to Embry with a cocky smirk.
I zoomed between cars getting plenty of fingers and horns. I ignored the loud insults, and just focused on succeeding.
Finally we crossed the border line where Forks became La Push. We had lost Phil some ways back; I prayed to God that he wouldn't find us anytime soon.
"Woo! That was awesome! You screwed that fucker up, Jake!" Embry said laughing as I drove into a dark alley and just cruised smoothly.
I knew we couldn't keep the car, because someone would report a missing car eventually; plus, you really couldn't hide a neon yellow Porsche in La Push—the reservation was way too poor. But we couldn't return it either, because Phil was hunting us down and there was no way in hell that I was going back out there. So we would just have to keep it for tonight and return it early in the morning.
"Em, we've got to hide the car until we can take it back in a few hours... when dipshit isn't out searching for us." I told him. We both started brain-storming for a good hiding place.
"Why not in the garage Jake?" he asked.
"I'm not taking the risk of dad waking up and—"
Then out of nowhere a car comes at us at full force with flashing lights and sirens blaring in our ears. Before I could even think, the police cruiser skirts around us, almost crashing us into the brick wall—Jesus! Has he lost his balls? Shit!
"Get out of the car!" Phil came storming out of his cruiser and as though he were fucking superman, he appeared at my side, and grabbed my shirt before I could dodge him and yanks me out of the car. "Get down on the ground! Get down on fucking ground!" Officer Phil commanded as he pinned me to the dirty street.
He grasped both of my arms in a tight grip and literally sat on me to keep me down. I squirmed and tried to resist him but the dipshit already got me in cuffs. "Fuck! Get the fuck off of me, jackass!" I yelled as he picked me up and slammed me into the car.
"You think you could out run me? Huh?" He asked.
I stayed quiet, not wanting to reply.
"Answer me! Who in the hell do you think you are? No one plays games with me! I'll throw your fucking ass in jail! Got that bitch?"
The anger inside of me bubbled up and spilled over. "Fuck you! And I don't give a shit to what you fucking think, son of a bitch!" I screamed back at him.
"You, get out the fucking car!" He yelled at Embry as he jumped out. Phil cuffed him to and threw us into the police car.
"Fucking Indians," he spat. "We'll see what the court has to say about you."
And before I could reply, he drove off to the station.
They locked us up and we went to our hearing the next day. And the funny thing about the whole fall-out was that the car we jacked belonged the judge, Judge Alice. She was beyond pissed, and what made it even worse was that Embry and I were only 15 years old. Our punishment was to clean Alice and Jasper's house for 6 months every fucking day. It wasn't too bad, though—Alice was cool and Jasper even told us some war stories and showed us his weapons. We actually became good friends and Alice forgave us for stealing her Porsche; but she was still weary when Embry and I asked to borrow something.
Coming out of my memory, I heard the clinking of keys and saw Charlie in his officer suit on, with his badge and all that.
"Ready to go, Jake?" Charlie asked as he unlocked my cell.
"Yeah, let's get this over with." I mumbled, as I turned around and let him cuff me again.
We walked to Charlie's cruiser and he opened the door for me to so I could sit in the passenger's seat. I slid in and Charlie shut the door and walked over to his side and hopped in.
As he turned the key in the wheel, the car revved to life, and then Charlie backed out but didn't say a thing; which was odd, considering he always had something to say.
Charlie was usually easy going about all this kind of stuff that I did and didn't give a crap about it anymore. He understood all the shit that was going on with me. After that day with the chocolate bar episode, we had a little chat—the, "What the hell were you thinking?"chat. That wasn't a very happy memory that I liked to dwell on.
I had told Charlie what I was feeling—I had to tell someone before I went ape shit and exploded in some unlucky person's face. I couldn't hold it in anymore. And surprisingly enough, he understood, and spoke to me about it like I was an adult, not a child. Thank God he didn't blow up about me stealing; he knew that I needed to blow off some steam.
After that talk, Charlie and I became real close. He became more of a father figure than a best friend. And that's when the system was invented. Charlie would talk to me, see how I'm doing, get all the updates. And then, he would go and run over to my dad and tell him what was going on. He was basically the bridge between us...well, more like a little telephone so Dad wasn't always left in the dark.
Charlie was the best thing for Billy, too. They would go on fishing trips, and watch sports together, enjoying each other's company. When Reneé ditched Charlie, she took their daughter with her. He was left broken and numb. He was angry, too, but with the numbness he also behaved like a zombie. It was a big shocker when they said that he was left with nothing but shit—just shit. (Metaphorically speaking, of course.)
Billy told me that he saw Charlie's daughter every year for the Holidays until she was 17. That was when she moved in with him. She then finished high school and married some dude called Edmund or Eddie, or some crap. I only saw the guy a few times and never said anything more than a polite greeting to him. But since Bella's living with her husband —just a bit outside of Forks (in the Forest, no less)— Charlie is left all alone with nothing to do but hang with Billy. So that's one of the reasons why he volunteered to become my probation officer.
"Hey Charlie, you okay, man?" I asked him, worried. He simply stared out the windshield, his face blank. I'd seen that look before; he was like that after his wife left him. What the hell was going on in that head of his? It was like he was in his own little world…
He seemed taken by surprised when my voice broke the pregnant silence. He cleared his throat. "Actually, I–I'm not."
I just stared at him.
He sighed. "Listen, Jake, I won't lie to you," he said. "I'm just worried on how this is going to turn out." Charlie said with concern written all over his voice.
I cracked a smile. "Don't stress about it, Charlie. If anything, I should be the one worried."
"This is serious Jake," he said, looking over at me. There was a furrow between his brows. "You might be put away for good now; they have already given you too many chances."
"I'm not worried Charlie, Alice will give me another chance. She feels bad for Billy and me." It's the same thing every time. Go into court. Tell Alice how it went down. She asks why should I be set free. And then I give a bullshit answer; I look at her with my big, puppy eyes, and say: "I need to work to pay for the bills. Someone's got to take care of Billy."
"I don't think so, Jake. The DA have been trying to put your ass behind bars from the first moment they met you. Last time, you just got lucky." The last line sounded like he was talking to himself. "And this time you assaulted an officer no less!" Exasperation flooded his voice. "This isn't looking too great." He shook his head, putting his mouth in a tight line.
Well, I wasn't worried. It was really because I didn't care if I went to jail or not. What was there for me out in the world? What did I have to lose? Yeah, I had a job working on cars at Sam's shop, but if I left, they'd lose some business because Sam wouldn't survive without my car skills. My friends? Yeah they'd miss me, but hell, they'd probably do a lot better without my stupid ass fucking up their lives. I didn't have a girlfriend, so that wasn't a problem. But lastly, there was Billy. I just couldn't leave the old man in the dirt, and ditch him for a cell. He depended on me to help him around, and to take care of him.
But I'm sure he'd find someone to help him if I ended up locked up. Or, he just better hope that lady luck was by my side.
Thanks for waiting patiently guys! Chapter three should be up SOON!-I hope. It is being worked on by my beta now, so it will be up in no time (or at least not as long as last time)! Maybe this month! Thanks so much again and please review! You all are going to like what's coming up next ;D