A/N Sorry about this story some stuff happened and it was just too much. Anyway, I rewrote the story because it was brought to my attention that my story was very similar to Djolaheartsu's story 'Our Boys,' so I took it apon myself to rewrite the story, becuase it was never my intention for that to happen. Like I said in the original story this is a real story of a good family friend's life, but now it is changed a bit so now it is more morbid. It was quite hard to write, but I finally figured out how. So thanks to Tay Bee for putting up with all my crap about this story and a huge thank you to Djolaheartsu for letting me write this story. Enjoy the story!Megan :)
Disclaimer~ I do not own Twilight or any of the original characters, I do however own the kids. But I also don't own the idea of this story.
Thanks for reading! :)
I was sitting in the waiting room, filling out more paperwork. Did I have to fill this out every time I came here?
Ugh. What is my insurance number? I sighed and grabbed my wallet to grab my insurance card. Two small pieces of paper fell out of the wallet.
I smiled wide as I realized they were pictures of the most important things in my life. One was of Jacob and I. The other was a small sonogram.
Jake and I had been best friends since we were in diapers. Our dads were really good friends and we were always hanging out. His older sisters, Rebecca and Rachel always watched us.
By the time middle school started I realized that I had developed a crush on my best friend. I never did anything about it, I was too afraid of ruining our friendship. I was young, and I prayed that it would pass. It didn't.
In eighth grade I was completely head over heels for Jake. I kept it secret, but it was all revealed with a stupid game of truth and dare.
"Bella, truth or dare?" Embry, one of Jacob's best friends, asked.
"Oh Bella! I can tell you don't want to take this dare!" Alice, my adopted sister giggled. "Try truth."
Rose, my second adopted sister, slapped her across the shoulder. "Alice, stop acting like you can see the future. You're messing with every one's head."
"Truth," I said, distracted by the cat fight that had started between my two sisters.
"Who are you crushing on?" he asked. My head snapped to him. He smiled wickedly at me. "Come on, Bella. You know you have to tell us."
"Jake," I mumbled and blushed, looking down in my lap.
"Sorry, I couldn't hear you, could you speak up?" Embry asked.
"Jake! Okay! I like Jake!" I yelled.
"What?" Jake asked shocked.
"Never mind," I yelled. I jumped up and started running out of the house. I sprinted right to the tree house that I spent time in as a kid.
I sat in the dark for a while before I heard someone calling my name. They were getting closer and closer, but I still couldn't tell if it was anyone I wanted to talk to right now.
"Bella?" he called, "Please Bells? I have to talk to you."
"Jake?" I asked into the darkness.
"Yeah, Bella. It's me. Please where are you?" he begged.
"In the tree house," I sniffled, knowing that the tears were coming. His lanky form had a hard time climbing the ladder, but he made it eventually.
"Bells, please hear me out okay?" he asked. I nodded, "Bella," he sighed.
"Go ahead Jake," I smiled at him.
"Okay, Bella, Ilikeyoutoo!" he spat out.
"Huh?" I said confused.
"I said," he sighed, "I like you too. I've liked you since forever ago, but I was really scared that you didn't like me back so I never told you."
"I have always liked you," I smiled.
"Really?" He asked excited. I just nodded. "Well then. Bella, will you be my girlfriend?" he asked.
"Of course!" I smiled.
"One more question and then I will leave you alone," he smiled.
"Okay," I chuckled.
"Can we tell people? Well- I mean, show people?"
I blushed and broke out into a fit of giggles. I nodded through my laughter.
We walked back to the house hand and hand. When we got back into the house, all the guys were sitting there, waiting for us. Jake asked me a question with his eyes and I nodded my head. He leaned and kissed me, earning wolf-whistles and a round of applause.
"'Bout time!" they all chuckled.
We broke up once, when I found Jacob doing drugs. It was at the end of our junior year in high school. He was so scary, and so big. He grew so fast and got so angry over little things. When I found the needles I left him. I told him he had to choose; the drugs or me.
It wasn't long until he was clean again and we were together and closer than ever before.
We weren't just boyfriend and girlfriend. We were best friends too. About a month after high school graduation, he said that he wanted to take me out on a date and that he would meet me in the tree house at six o'clock sharp. I followed what he said and went to the tree house only to find he wasn't there. I laughed as I pulled out several pieces of paper that reminded me of that night.
"Jake?" I called into the setting sun, "Jake, this isn't funny."
I climbed up the ladder to the tree house. It was starting to disintegrate from time and water. When I got up the steps and into the main structure I found a note that had my name written on the front in Jake's writing. I automatically thought the worst, he was breaking up with me, he had been kidnapped, or his dad was sending him to Hawaii. I finally forced myself to pick up the letter and I opened it with shaking hands.
I love you more than you know and I know this isn't exactly what you had in mind for our date, but I promise you it will be fun. Okay, so this is kind of like a scavenger hunt. The first clue is… go to the place where we made promises to each other about our lives. We planned out future.
I love you,
He had to be talking about the pier over-looking La Push beach. It was a beautiful place and we had discussed our plans for the future there. When I got to the pier I saw another card hanging there.
I knew you could do it and now you are a quarter of the way done. The next clue is… go to the place where we had our first kiss.
Was his dad holding a card for me? Were they in on this too? My mind was crowded with questions about what was going on. When I got to his house right on the doorknob was another letter.
I promise you there are only two more stops. The next clue is… go to the restaurant where we had our first meal as a couple.
Our first dinner as a couple was the diner where we always went as kids with our dads. I got into my car a drove to the diner. I got to the restaurant in record time because I really wanted to finish this hunt and see Jacob again. The clue was sitting on the counter. Proudly folded with my name sitting on top. Rachel was on her phone behind the bar. "Yep. The package has arrived, Sir." She said with a smile in my direction. I knew she was talking about me. There was no sir. It was Jake.
This is the last clue for you and you need to follow the directions. Go straight down this road into Port Angeles. Then I want you to take a left turn as soon as you get off the "thruway." When you come to the second light on that street take a right and continue until you get to the shopping center. Call me when you arrive. I promise you that you will have fun.
I drove to the mall and only got lost two times. When I finally pulled into the parking lot I called Jake and told him that I had finally made it. He came outside of a movie theatre with a blindfold.
"Sorry baby, but you are going to have to wear this," he smiled.
"Fine," I sighed not wanting to put up a fight. He tied it on to me and spun me around a few times. We walked into store, I could tell by the ringing bells. It was definitely not the movie theatre. I couldn't smell popcorn. The blindfold stayed on my face, but I felt Jake playing with the tie on the back of it.
"Bella, I have loved you since the minute I laid eyes on you and I was so happy when I found out that you liked me too. You helped me through the toughest time in my life and made me realize what an idiot I was being. I really don't know what else to say," he sighed taking off the blindfold, "Isabella Marie Swan, will you marry me?" he asked getting down on one knee in the jewelry story.
"Yes!" I squealed throwing my arms around his neck.
"Thank you," he smiled. "Let's pick you a ring."
When we got into college Jake decided that he wanted to become a mechanic because he was so good at working on cars. We were married during our first year of college.
We had the perfect marriage, for a while.
When we graduated, Jake started getting distant. He became pale, and sickly. He was irritable and snappy.
I thought it was just stress from being in the real world.
Then I got pregnant, and exactly three months ago today I told Jake.
I put the pictures back in my wallet and returned to the clipboard. Jake had been much better since I got pregnant. I think he just needed a wake up call.
I did find it odd that he didn't want to go with me today. He asked how long I would be gone, and told me to have fun.
I laughed to myself. I was finally getting to move to real ultra sounds today, the less comfortable ones were behind me.
When the paperwork was filled out I took it up to the secretary. I sat back down and started reading a magazine.
"Isabella Black?" the nurse with a clipboard called. I stood up and made my way over to her.
"Hello Mrs. Black. How are you doing today?" she asked politely.
"It's Bella, and fine thank you. How are you today?" I replied.
"I am good, thanks for asking," she smiled.
She led me into the exam room and took my blood pressure, weight, and a few other things.
"The doctor will be in soon." She smiled.
The doctor came in pushing a cart with a small TV on it. After a few routine questions about my lifestyle, he laid me back on the bed and pulled up my shirt. He squirted cold jelly on it and began pushing around on my stomach with the doppler wand.
"Do you hear that?" He asked, "That's the heartbeat."
I smiled widely, listening to the sound of my babies heartbeat.
The sound changed slightly and the doctor perked up. "Oh my!" He whistled.
"What?" I asked, surprised by his reaction.
"It sounds like you've got more than one in there!" He smiled.
'"More than one?" I asked quietly.
"Yep, I'm seeing two babies in her, Mrs. Black. You've got twins."
"Thank you so much! I have to go tell my husband," I smiled.
He wiped the goo off my belly and told me to come in for check-ups every four weeks.
"Have a good rest of the pregnancy Mrs. Black!" he called after me.
I ran, more or less, to my car and jumped in. I put the car into drive and sped toward our house. I was so excited to tell Jake! What would he say? We had waited so long to begin our family and now we could, only this time we would have two beautiful babies to care for rather than just one. It would be marvelous, and spectacular to have twins!
I pulled into the driveway and jumped out of the car, picking through the keys on my ring while walking. When I finally found the key, I put it in the whole and twisted it before opening the door.
"Jake!" I called, "Jake, baby you'll never guess what I just found out!"
I ran through the bottom floor of the little house and didn't find him. I truged up the stairs to our bedroom looking for him. I opened the door and saw him sleeping on the bed, so I ran in and jumped on the bed. He didn't move.
That's when I saw it. The tan rubber wrapped tight around his arm, the dozens of puncture wounds he must have been covering mocking me. The small syringe sat on our bedside table, next to a picture of our wedding photo.
"You bastard!" I yelled, slapping him across the cheek, but he didn't budge. I got scared, then.
I felt for a pulse, but there was nothing. I ran down stairs as fast as my pregnant body would allow and dialed 911.
"911, what's your emergency?" the receptionist asked.
"Please help, my husband isn't breathing. I think that he overdosed!" I yelled into the phone, sobbing uncontrollably.
"Please calm down ma'am," she answered, I took a deep breath tears still pouring from my eyes, "Now what's your address, I will send help right away?"
I rambled off the address and hurried back upstairs.
His cheek hadn't changed colors at all from my slap, and I knew that meant his blood wasn't flowing,
I placed my hands on his chest and started the CPR I learned Health Class. Within a few minutes, there was a knock on my door, I ran to the top of the stairs.
"It's open, just hurry!" I was beginning to sob again. How could Jacob do this to me? I was pregnant with his children.
"Please watch out ma'am," they said as politely as possible. I hadn't realized that I was still standing in front of the stairs.
"Sorry," I sobbed sinking down to the floor.
"Charlotte, stay with her please," one of them called, "She's pregnant, try to calm her down a little bit."
"Yes sir!" she answered, walking over to me. She carefully helped me up and got me downstairs. I couldn't believe that my husband could be so stupid. We sat silently in the kitchen for ten minutes, until on of the paramedics came down stairs to talk to us.
I watched the orange board take my husband out to the ambulance.
It was something else I had learned in health class. Only a licensed doctor could pronounce someone dead. Paramedics didn't do it.
Charlotte somehow got my keys from me, got me into the passenger seat, and drove me to the hospital.
She even found my cell phone and called Sam to meet me there.
He showed up at the hospital the same time I did.
"Bella! What happened?" He asked, setting my shocked frame into a chair in the waiting room.
I couldn't believe it. Jacob had been doing drugs again, and he hid it from me. I was his wife, and he hid it from me.
Sam gave up on me for answers and grabbed the doctor who had just walked into the room.
"What happened to Jacob Black?" He asked.
"Jacob Black died from a drug over dose," he answered.
"NO!" I sobbed. This all made it too real. I sank to the ground, Sam's arms wrapped around my fragile frame.
"It's a phenomenon called Pavlovian Conditioning," he answered. "Jacob had been taking the exact same dose in the exact same location, based on the number of track marks, for quite sometime. His body began to recognize that place as the place he injected the drugs and would prepare for the dose. However, when Jacob injected today's dose, his body wasn't prepared for it. He went into respiratory arrest and died. I'm sorry."
"Thank you sir," Sam answered for me. He nodded his head and walked out of the room.
"Bella?" Sam asked, "Bella, look at me."
"Mm-hmm," I sobbed.
"We can get through this. I will help you, so will Emily and Leah. They will be happy to help with the funeral to take the planning off your shoulders," he smiled sadly.
"Thanks Sam," I hugged him and started crying again. He just let me sit there and cry into his shoulder.
Today was the day of the funeral, and I had no idea what I was going to say, what could I say. Jacob had killed himself in one stupid move, if he had never done drugs in the first place, he wouldn't have died before seeing his children. He didn't deserve his children.
Jake's sisters were the first to talk about their dead brother.
"Jake was the best brother we could've ever asked for. He was quiet and he let us dress him up and put make-up on him," Rebecca and Rachel said, earning a soft, sad laugh from the audience. "We really don't know what else to say about our brother, but we wish he hadn't been so careless. He left a beautiful, loving wife behind, and his two unborn children. His children will never know their father because he made a selfish mistake. We thought that we would read a poem. Jake always loved poetry, and we figured that's what he would want. This poem is called "The Dash" by Linda Ellis."
"I read of a man who stood to speak
At the funeral of a friend
He referred to the dates on her tombstone
From the beginning to the end
He noted that first came her date of her birth
And spoke the following date with tears,
But he said what mattered most of all
Was the dash between those years
For that dash represents all the time
That she spent alive on earth.
And now only those who loved her
Know what that little line is worth.
For it matters not how much we own;
The cars, the house, the cash,
What matters is how we live and love
And how we spend our dash.
So think about this long and hard
Are there things you'd like to change?
For you never know how much time is left,
That can still be rearranged.
If we could just slow down enough
To consider what's true and real
And always try to understand
The way other people feel.
And be less quick to anger,And show appreciation more
And love the people in our lives
Like we've never loved before.
If we treat each other with respect,
And more often wear a smile
Remembering that this special dash
Might only last a little while.
So, when your eulogy is being read
With your life's actions to rehash
Would you be proud of the things they say
About how you spent your dash?"
"Thank you," they cried walking back to their seats holding hands. Sam walked up to the podium slowly, he had no idea what to say so I had recommended a poem that I had found a while ago.
"Hello, I'm not very good at speaking so I thought that I would read a poem also. But before I do, I wanted to say something. Jake was my best friend, we were like brothers. Growing up I remember when he finally worked up the courage to tell Bella that he liked her. Needless to say, the rest is history. Bella, I will always be here for you and for your children. Now, I will be reading "Do not stand at my grave and weep" by Mary E. Frye.
Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush.
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there, I did not die.
"Thank you," he said into his hands, and walked back to his wife Emily. It was my turn, Lord, please give me strength. I wobbled up the steps to the podium.
"Hello," I sighed, already starting to cry, "My husband was many things to me, he was my best friend, he was my husband, and he was and always will be the father of my children. I don't know if I will ever be able to forgive him for what he's done to all of us, but I won't ever stop loving him. I don't know how I'm going to do this, but I know Jacob would want me to try. I know he would be sorry for what he's done. Now, I want to finish this reading by reading of a poem by an unknown author." I sobbed. I took a deep breath and started reading the poem.
"You never said "I'm leaving",
You never said goodbye.
You were gone before I knew it,
And only God knew why.
A million times I needed you,
A million times I cried.
If love alone could have saved you,
You never would have died.
In Life I loved you dearly,
In death I love you still.
In my heart you hold a place,
That no one could ever fill.
It broke my heart to lose you,
But you didn't go alone.
For part of me went with you,
The day God took you home."
"Thanks," I cried. Sam and Charlie walked up to help me get back down to my seat. Alice and Rose sat next to me to comfort me.
Six months later.
The feeling of water between my legs shocked me off the breakfast stool. The cries of first breath made my eyes water. The thought of naming the two beautiful girls I gave birth to this morning made my head spin. I had woken from a dream when I decided what to name them. I had seen them as fully grown women, Felicity Michelle Black and Emmalyn Grace Black. They were beautiful names for beautiful little girls.
One Month Later
I had decided that it was time to move. I couldn't stand being here on the reservation anymore. Every part of the house reminded me of Jacob. The bedroom was the worst. I had repainted it, sanitized it, fumigated it, and I could still see his damn needles on my bedside table. I still saw the small bottles I found in his cabinet after I finally got the nerve to look. I could still smell the latex off his bands.
I bought a house in Florida and moved. I got a job a the local daycare where I also got free daycare service. I was going to take care of my kids for myself and for my family, I knew that I could do it. I was going to prove to Jacob that we could have been a happy family.
A/N Hello again. Thanks for reading! Please review! I will update when I get at least five reviews. Thanks again to Djolaheartsu for letting me use this idea for my 'new story.'Megan :)