AN: Pretty much all the vampires and a bit of the wolf-pack belong to SM.
I don't even own Trisha, Ethan, or David. They belong to yay4shanghai. She's just letting me borrow them for a little while because she rocks and doesn't mind sharing! However, David's construction crew is all mine!
Big shout out and thanks to my very amazingly awesome, totally rockin' friends, yay4shanghai (for being the most best beta, like, EVER) and KupKakes09, who gives me some kickass ideas and helps to keep me motivated! Don't forget to show them some love!
I'm very excited about this sequel and I hope it lives up to all your expectations. I promise to update within the week but don't have an exact date. And, if you haven't read Keep Your Hands to Yourself, you probably want to, otherwise this story might have no meaning to you.
Without further ado…Make Up Your Mind
Prologue: Death is Only the Beginning
August, Two Years Later
"Yo, Uley, you got a phone call!" I heard one of the guys yell to me from my truck.
I didn't have time to talk to anyone right now. We were a week behind schedule on an office complex outside of Forks and I needed to get it straightened out ASAP before we lost the job to another company.
"Who is it?!" I yelled back to him. There was a moment of silence and I was pretty sure he was asking who it was.
"She says to tell you, it's your Momma!" He hollered back. The crew apparently thought that was funny and they cackled and heckled me.
"D'you hear that, guys? It's Uley's Momma!" Keith said while the others kept laughing.
"What'd she forget to pack you Twinkie in your lunch?" Nate asked. I wanted to yell it him that when Momma packed my lunch, she usually put in a whole box of Twinkies, but I what they didn't know wouldn't hurt them.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah! Real funny guys," I said, taking off my hard hat and walking to the phone. "Momma, what is it? I'm kinda busy right now."
I heard her sniffle on the other end. "David, I have some bad news, baby."
"What happened?" I asked her.
"Billy Black died this morning," Momma said, adding tears into her words.
"Dammit! You've got to be fucking kidding me?!" I paused for a minute before continuing. "How?" I asked being short and to the point.
"He just drifted off in his sleep. Rachel and Paul went over this morning to take him some apples. They went in the house and called for him a few times but he didn't answer. Paul went into the bedroom and found him. He said he looked so peaceful, had a little bit of smile on his face," she was crying on the other end.
"Where are Rachel and Paul now?" I asked, concerned for the husband and wife that should have been my in-laws.
"They're here, Jake and Nessie are on their way, and Rebecca's family is flying in from San Diego. I'm trying to get some things around here situated for them all. They have to start planning the funeral," Momma was now in Alpha-wolf-wife mode. "I have a huge favor to ask, David. I know you're extremely busy at work right now, but I need you to come home, David. Your Dad's not doing so well," she sobbed then.
I knew this was going to be hard for Dad. Billy Black had been a mentor and friend to him for years. Not to mention, serving as a father-figure when his own Dad had left years ago. I took a deep breath and asked the question I had been holding back since the moment the name Billy Black and died were said. Dad's pain was Momma's pain. That's what happens when you have an imprint. They are your world, you exist for them. They feel something and you feel it too. This made me need to ask about her.
"Is she coming home?" I asked, with a little too much hope in my voice.
Momma sighed. "You know as well as I that no one knows where they are. Rachel and Paul called Jake and asked him to see if he could track them down. He said the Cullens have some connections in Mexico and South America that might help find them. But, sweetie, it's been two years. A lot can happen in two years."
She was right. For all I knew the love of my life could come back married. She could have kids by now, though, knowing Trisha, I would doubt she'd do either of those things without her family there.
"I know. I just think she should get to say good-bye to her Gramps, you know? I think he was probably her favorite guy on the planet," I said. Not a day had passed in two years, that I hadn't thought about her or where she was. And I knew, wherever that may be, losing Billy was going to crush her. He was her rock, the only person that she felt never judged her, and who loved her no matter who she was with or what she was doing. That was the kind of love I wanted to be able to give my kids and grandkids.
"I know, sweetheart. Just be prepared for any situation, okay?" Momma said.
"Okay. I'll be there in ten minutes," I said, hanging up the phone. "Juarez, you're in charge while I'm gone."
"Where you going, boss?" Juarez asked.
"Family emergency. Try to get that east wall facing up while I'm gone, okay?" I said, hopping in the truck.
"SÍ senor," he answered back.
I hated when he spoke Spanish. Not because I didn't understand or didn't like the language. I hated it because it made me think of her…