Belonging
by Momma2fan
Chapter 19
Jacob listened as his own father spilled out all of what he thought were his son’s wrongdoings. He had no idea that what he was spewing wasn’t even half of what Jacob had been up to.
Since he’d figured out what his dick was for, he’d been using it on all the willing ladies in his class, even some who weren’t so willing. He’d used his future as the chief to get what he wanted. Just like his mother had always told him he could.
“You’ll be the most powerful member of this tribe, my son. Someday, you will find the woman you deem worthy of your love and make her yours. Don’t be afraid of what’s to come, my dear Jacob. You are the future of the Quileutes.”
“My mother raised me knowing I was the future chief, to take what I want and not be afraid of it. She may not be with us any longer, but her words still ring in my ears.” Standing, Jacob walked around the room, glaring at each member of the council. He then turned his glare on his father, “You should be proud to have a strong son, one who knows what and who he wants. You should be supporting me instead of trying to drag me down and take my birthright. I will lead this tribe, taking Isabella as my mate and wife, because I deserve it.”
Billy stared at his son in shock. He had always known what Sarah whispered to their son, but it seemed Jacob was only remembering certain parts of it. It was time -long past, it seemed- for him to fill in the blanks.
“Jacob, your mother used to tell you stories when you were a small boy. She would tell you of what a wonderful chief you could be, if you cared about your people. About the wonderful woman you could find, whom you would choose to give your heart to, who would give you hers in return. She would also tell you that becoming chief was not a birthright, but a choice the council would make based on actions and worth. I did not become chief because my grandfather or my father was. My father, your grandfather, was not the chief. Quil Ateara IV was before his death, and the council appointed me to the position. Just as you and Quil V have been best friends, so were his father and me.”
Billy walked forward and stared at his son. “If it were an inheritance, you would never have been chief. You do not deserve anything, Jacob Ephraim Black. You do not deserve Isabella, the right to be chief, or even the gift of being a protector. If your mother were alive today, she would be ashamed.”
Everyone in the council hall watched as Jacob seemed to deflate while the weight of his father’s words settled over him. No sooner had those words sunk in, did the anger rear its head again.
“You’re a liar,” he spat.
“You need help, Jacob.”
Jacob turned, meeting the eyes of Old Quil, “No, you do, old man.”
Before he could launch himself at the council member, he felt something hard across the back of his head. He turned, just as the second blow was swinging at him, catching the bat and jerking it away from Paul. He should have known it was a distraction, as he felt another blow to the back of his head rendering him unconscious.
~*B*~
Billy sat in the hard hospital chair beside his son’s bedside. Once Jacob had been knocked out, he was carried to the tribal clinic and strapped to a bed. When he was secure, an old shaman elixir had been forced down his throat. Old Quil had found it in the old journals, described as a way to strip the powers from the protectors. If it worked, Jacob would no longer be able to phase.
“Billy?”
Turning, he saw Charlie in the doorway. “Hey.”
“I thought I might find you here.”
Shaking his head, “How did he twist everything so badly, Charlie? It’s like he doesn’t remember his mother.”
Charlie handed over the parcel he’d brought with him. “These might help.”
Looking inside the bag, Billy looked at his friend in shock. “Where did you get these?”
Charlie cocked his head as he looked at his friend. “Billy, I’ve known you my whole life. You think I don’t know where you hide Sarah’s diaries? Read them to him, perhaps he’ll understand.”
Billy nodded as Charlie patted him on the shoulder and left him alone. Billy took the diaries out of the bag and flipped through them. When he found the sections where she wrote of the twins and Jacob, he began reading them aloud.
Jacob was floating. He could hear his father’s voice, but couldn’t see him. It was odd when the voice morphed into his mother’s.
“Jacob, you’ve twisted my words, son. You’ve taken the lessons we tried to teach you and made them suit your desires.” Sarah floated into his field of vision.
“Mom?”
Sarah’s ethereal form grew closer to where Jacob lay. Once she was beside him, she sat on the side of the bed. “Jacob Ephraim Black, you were not raised to be so selfish. You are a father now, it’s time to grow up.”
Jacob turned his head away, “I’ve lost everything.”
“You’ve lost nothing,” Sarah hissed. “You never had anything to lose. I never guaranteed that you would be chief, Jacob. I told you it was possible. Your father and I both raised you to be a public-spirited child. You were always helping someone. It wasn’t until I died that you changed.”
“I had no one!”
“You had your father and your sisters. They didn’t abandon you, you abandoned them. You started chasing after anything in a skirt the minute you knew you could.” Sarah stood and began pacing. “Do you know how many children you could have, Jacob? You were unnecessarily cruel to the young women of our tribe, all because you felt you were owed something.”
“I was a protector! I should be chief.”
Sarah sighed, “You’ve learned nothing. You’ve lost the ability to shift, Jacob; you’re no longer a protector. If you don’t change your thoughts and actions, you will no longer be a member of the Quileute tribe. Don’t make your father banish his own son.”
“He wouldn’t.”
Sarah turned and looked at him sadly, “He will if you leave him no choice.” Walking forward, she once again sat beside him. “There is a spirit walk you can go on. Please, Jacob,
find yourself. Find your true self, then you will know your purpose.”
Jacob woke to his father’s voice coming from his left. His mother was wrong, wasn’t she? His father would never banish his only son. Would he?
AN: I hope you enjoyed your glimpse into Jacob’s head. Until next time, when we catch up with the vampires.
Jacob listened as his own father spilled out all of what he thought were his son’s wrongdoings. He had no idea that what he was spewing wasn’t even half of what Jacob had been up to.
Since he’d figured out what his dick was for, he’d been using it on all the willing ladies in his class, even some who weren’t so willing. He’d used his future as the chief to get what he wanted. Just like his mother had always told him he could.
“You’ll be the most powerful member of this tribe, my son. Someday, you will find the woman you deem worthy of your love and make her yours. Don’t be afraid of what’s to come, my dear Jacob. You are the future of the Quileutes.”
“My mother raised me knowing I was the future chief, to take what I want and not be afraid of it. She may not be with us any longer, but her words still ring in my ears.” Standing, Jacob walked around the room, glaring at each member of the council. He then turned his glare on his father, “You should be proud to have a strong son, one who knows what and who he wants. You should be supporting me instead of trying to drag me down and take my birthright. I will lead this tribe, taking Isabella as my mate and wife, because I deserve it.”
Billy stared at his son in shock. He had always known what Sarah whispered to their son, but it seemed Jacob was only remembering certain parts of it. It was time -long past, it seemed- for him to fill in the blanks.
“Jacob, your mother used to tell you stories when you were a small boy. She would tell you of what a wonderful chief you could be, if you cared about your people. About the wonderful woman you could find, whom you would choose to give your heart to, who would give you hers in return. She would also tell you that becoming chief was not a birthright, but a choice the council would make based on actions and worth. I did not become chief because my grandfather or my father was. My father, your grandfather, was not the chief. Quil Ateara IV was before his death, and the council appointed me to the position. Just as you and Quil V have been best friends, so were his father and me.”
Billy walked forward and stared at his son. “If it were an inheritance, you would never have been chief. You do not deserve anything, Jacob Ephraim Black. You do not deserve Isabella, the right to be chief, or even the gift of being a protector. If your mother were alive today, she would be ashamed.”
Everyone in the council hall watched as Jacob seemed to deflate while the weight of his father’s words settled over him. No sooner had those words sunk in, did the anger rear its head again.
“You’re a liar,” he spat.
“You need help, Jacob.”
Jacob turned, meeting the eyes of Old Quil, “No, you do, old man.”
Before he could launch himself at the council member, he felt something hard across the back of his head. He turned, just as the second blow was swinging at him, catching the bat and jerking it away from Paul. He should have known it was a distraction, as he felt another blow to the back of his head rendering him unconscious.
~*B*~
Billy sat in the hard hospital chair beside his son’s bedside. Once Jacob had been knocked out, he was carried to the tribal clinic and strapped to a bed. When he was secure, an old shaman elixir had been forced down his throat. Old Quil had found it in the old journals, described as a way to strip the powers from the protectors. If it worked, Jacob would no longer be able to phase.
“Billy?”
Turning, he saw Charlie in the doorway. “Hey.”
“I thought I might find you here.”
Shaking his head, “How did he twist everything so badly, Charlie? It’s like he doesn’t remember his mother.”
Charlie handed over the parcel he’d brought with him. “These might help.”
Looking inside the bag, Billy looked at his friend in shock. “Where did you get these?”
Charlie cocked his head as he looked at his friend. “Billy, I’ve known you my whole life. You think I don’t know where you hide Sarah’s diaries? Read them to him, perhaps he’ll understand.”
Billy nodded as Charlie patted him on the shoulder and left him alone. Billy took the diaries out of the bag and flipped through them. When he found the sections where she wrote of the twins and Jacob, he began reading them aloud.
Jacob was floating. He could hear his father’s voice, but couldn’t see him. It was odd when the voice morphed into his mother’s.
“Jacob, you’ve twisted my words, son. You’ve taken the lessons we tried to teach you and made them suit your desires.” Sarah floated into his field of vision.
“Mom?”
Sarah’s ethereal form grew closer to where Jacob lay. Once she was beside him, she sat on the side of the bed. “Jacob Ephraim Black, you were not raised to be so selfish. You are a father now, it’s time to grow up.”
Jacob turned his head away, “I’ve lost everything.”
“You’ve lost nothing,” Sarah hissed. “You never had anything to lose. I never guaranteed that you would be chief, Jacob. I told you it was possible. Your father and I both raised you to be a public-spirited child. You were always helping someone. It wasn’t until I died that you changed.”
“I had no one!”
“You had your father and your sisters. They didn’t abandon you, you abandoned them. You started chasing after anything in a skirt the minute you knew you could.” Sarah stood and began pacing. “Do you know how many children you could have, Jacob? You were unnecessarily cruel to the young women of our tribe, all because you felt you were owed something.”
“I was a protector! I should be chief.”
Sarah sighed, “You’ve learned nothing. You’ve lost the ability to shift, Jacob; you’re no longer a protector. If you don’t change your thoughts and actions, you will no longer be a member of the Quileute tribe. Don’t make your father banish his own son.”
“He wouldn’t.”
Sarah turned and looked at him sadly, “He will if you leave him no choice.” Walking forward, she once again sat beside him. “There is a spirit walk you can go on. Please, Jacob,
find yourself. Find your true self, then you will know your purpose.”
Jacob woke to his father’s voice coming from his left. His mother was wrong, wasn’t she? His father would never banish his only son. Would he?
AN: I hope you enjoyed your glimpse into Jacob’s head. Until next time, when we catch up with the vampires.