I hopped in my Jeep and sped to my apartment in Brooklyn. It wasn't a great place but it wasn't a shack either. My family and friends back at home would shake their heads at me if they saw just how low key I lived.
You see, when I was seventeen my mother's father passed away. What no one ever knew was that he was a loaded son of a bitch and I was the recipient of all of his money – every penny. Truth be told, it seemed like the whole Quileute tribe hated me because of it. As if money could change you over night. Well, in a way, it kind of did. I couldn't stand the gossip and the looks. Everyone treated me different so I started acting different. The very day I turned eighteen I hopped on the first flight to New York and I have been here ever since.
I talked to my family every now and then, mostly my twin sisters, but outside of them and my father I've pretty much lost touch with the tribal world. It's for the best, at least that's what I keep telling myself.
I opened my car door careful to take in my surroundings. It was something I learned from Charlie, or Lieutenant Swan as everyone called him. I tried that out on him once, calling him lieutenant, and he snapped at me.
"Son, don't you dare call me Lieutenant. I'm nothing special and I'm no better than you or anybody else. My name's Charlie. Got that?"
I chuckled to myself thinking back on that first day on the job. I was so fucking nervous, nothing but a rookie who didn't know shit after coming out of the police academy. Then here comes this massive head honcho looking mother fucker and I'm thinking, oh shit, I'm in for it, only to have him shake my hand and tell me good luck.
It wasn't long after that when I was brought into the Narcotic's Unit and have been here ever since. Charlie was the one who oversaw all of the different departments, but it wasn't until there were several brutal rapes and murders in the area that he dove head first into them. It became an obsession with him. We regularly hung out together at Sparky's, the local bar, and he would run over all of the clues and evidence he would find. It never led to much.
Until one day, I got a call at three in the morning from Charlie freaking out because he had pieced together all of the clues left behind from the serial killer, The Carver. He was about to tell me when he was cut short.
Jacob, I'm sorry, son. I have to go.
I thought it was strange, but Charlie was always a mystery to me.
It wasn't until the next day that his body was found wrapped in a black tarp, tied in red ribbons and topped with a red bow right in front of the police station.
Merry Xmas and a happy New Year.
The mother fucker had the nerve to put that shit on top.
I begged for Captain Sam Uley to let me take over the case, he refused saying that it was his responsibility and not mine.
I was furious, completely devastated by the loss of such a great man, my mentor and there wasn't a damn thing I could do to avenge his death.
The funeral was too much for me to handle. Everyone was crying, everyone except his daughter Isabella Marie Swan. She was breathtakingly beautiful and was her father's daughter.
I don't know what broke my heart more, the casket containing the man who had been more of a father to me than my own, or her face, hard and emotionless.
I tried to talk to her, but as soon as I shook her hand and looked into those big brown eyes, I lost my courage. I couldn't help her any more than I could have helped her father.
I was the last one to talk to him. If I had just gone to his house that night I could have saved him. But I didn't and now this stunning, strong woman in front of me was fatherless.
"I'm sorry for your loss." I told her and I absolutely meant it.
After the funeral I changed. I was no longer the old Jacob who smiled and laughed and joked. I was hard and cold and non-caring. Yet, here I was about to leave my house, my life, to take care of his daughter.
After the thorough search of my surroundings I sprinted up the stairs and shoved the key in the lock. I walked into the foyer and took a look around. If I was being honest with myself, I wouldn't miss it. It was bare, with barely any furniture. There wouldn't be much to take. I avoided the rest of the house and went straight to my bedroom. I took out the suitcase, putting it on the bed and start tossing clothes into it. That took about twenty minutes. I grabbed my guns and toothpaste and all the rest of the hygiene things I needed and started out the door. I had my hand on the knob when I remembered something I could not leave behind. I dropped everything by the door and went back to my room opening my top drawer and pulled out the only picture of Charlie and I that I had left. I placed it in the inside pocket of my leather jacket and made my way into the car. As soon as I jumped into traffic my cell phone started buzzing.
"Black." I answered coldly.
"Where the hell are you Jacob? I just called the hospital and was told you weren't there. What the hell are you waiting for? Get your ass there immediately and pick her up. You drive your ass straight to Forks, do you understand me?"
I held the phone out looking at it pondering if I should throw the damn thing out of the window. I decided against it.
"I still don't understand why it has to be me."
I heard a chuckle on the other end and I growled.
"Calm down, Black. Think of this as the vacation you have been begging me for." And with that there was a click and the screen said call disconnected.
Very funny, Uley, I thought to myself. I guess there goes my stop for coffee. Oh, this day is just getting better and better.
I sped to the hospital and got there within five minutes. I slammed the doors open and spotted the nurse. I asked her where I could find Isabella. When she cocked her eyebrow at me I pulled out my badge. She smiled brightly afterwards and motioned to the room just five doors back.
I opened the door and I swear to God my heart fell to the floor. She was sitting on the brown hospital bed wrapped in nothing but a paper gown. The Dr was behind her finishing up her stitches and it was clear from where I stood that the mother fucking Carver had lived up to his name. She had cuts everywhere. I immediately felt my muscles tense in anger. How could someone do this shit to someone like her?
"Sir, you can't be in here." The Doctor practically spat at me. I rolled my eyes and huffed. Seriously, I had cop written all over me, who else would just walk in here like this?
I reached down and pulled out the badge that was clipped on my belt and held it up for him.
"I'm Special Agent Jacob Black. I'm here to guard Miss Swan." I spat right back at him. He nodded and turned to face Isabella.
"This is a prescription for pain and this one is a sleeping pill. I figure you might need this." He patted her hand and handed her the two slips of paper. "Agent Black, I need to talk to you." He motioned for me to follow him and it took every ounce of strength I had to leave her by herself, even if I was just outside.
"Thank you for coming. I was beginning to worry that she would be left by herself."
"Yeah, whatever. What the hell happened to her?"
He looked at the ground before meeting my eyes.
"She's been raped, beaten, tortured and traumatized. She's got severe lacerations on her back. I believed she was whipped…and more than once. She has cuts and bruises just about everywhere. I'm surprised she had enough strength to get out. You'll have to be extra careful with her, physically and emotionally. She's very delicate right now and will need your understanding and compassion."
I cleared my throat trying to push back the anger that was building up inside of me. I knew this guy was a sick son of a bitch but hearing about it, seeing it with my own eyes, to Charlie's daughter of all people, it was very hard for me to just stand there and not go looking for the guy and do everything to him that he's done to these women.
"Um, excuse me doc, but the last thing the girl in there needs is someone to show her pity and caution. She needs someone who will be strong and get her through this. The more people coddle her, the harder it will be for her to move on. So why don't you go finish doing your job and let me do mine." He scowled at me but I didn't give him a chance to answer. I picked up the bag I left outside the room and took out its contents. I walked back in the room and she was staring off into space her face wet, her eyes red. I closed the door behind me and she jumped.
"We have to go now. Here." I said tossing her NYC PD sweats, T-shirt, and a hoodie. She caught them and arched her eyebrow.
"Unless you want to leave this hospital naked, you're wearing that." I said more than a little irritated.
She furrowed her eyebrows and I turned around to give her a little privacy.
"I'm not changing with you in the room. Get out." She whispered angrily. I turned around to see her glaring daggers at me.
"I don't have all day, get your ass in those clothes and let's get the fuck out of here already. We're going on a road trip."
She slid off the bed/table and looked up at me furious as hell. She looked like she was about to punch me. She winced when she got to her feet and I reached out to help her. She whimpered and took three quick steps back. I straightened out and crossed my arms. She was really pissing me off. Why would I harm her? Did she have any idea what I was sacrificing to keep her safe?
"I'm not going to hit you."
She shook her head and held her hands out to block me.
"Just GET OUT." She yelled startling me.
"Fine." I said through clenched teeth as I stepped out of the door. Dr. Cullen was at the end of the hall and smirked at me. I wanted to punch his fucking smile off of his perfect face.
Five minutes later the door opened and she walked out wearing the clothes I gave her. I pulled out a NYC hat and placed it on her head and pulled the hood on her hoodie up. I had to suppress the laugh that was bubbling up. She looked like a gangster cop. She kept her eyes on the ground as she followed me to the car. My heart tore into a million pieces as I heard her gasp and wince and softly cry out with every step she took. What on Earth did that mother fucker do to her? How can one person be in that much pain by the mere act of walking, and slowly at that? I'm not a sentimental bitch, not by any means, but damn it. Seeing her like this was like physical pain. I couldn't even fathom what Charlie would have thought if he was still alive. She stopped, noticing that she was now ahead of me and peered up from under the hat and hoodie as those big brown eyes pierced mine. She may not like me and I may hate this situation I'm in, but I vowed, right there and then, that no matter what happened, I would lay my life on the line for her. I would die to protect her if it came down to it. Charlie would expect nothing less from me.
We made it out of the hospital after a long ten minutes of pain for her. I opened the car door for her and she looked at it questioningly. When I looked at her I saw tears stream down her face.
"Is there something wrong with my car?" I asked maybe a little colder than I should have.
"I can't get in." she whispered.
I understood immediately what she meant. She was covered in recently carved wounds, stepping up and getting in the Jeep Commander required a bit of a hop for someone as small as her.
"Where are you not hurting?" I asked her. She looked down at her body trying to find a spot that hasn't been hurt. She looked up while pointing to her hips. I smiled apologetically.
I put my hands on her hips and she screamed. I thought my ear drums might have burst, but I kept my hold on her. I moved so that I whispered in her ear.
"Put your arms around my neck and I'll help you in. I promise I will never hurt you." She shook her head and kept smacking at my arms. I ignored her and lifted her up anyway. She wrapped her arms around my neck; she really didn't have a choice if she wanted to steady herself. What surprised me was when she buried her face in my neck.
I sat her down on the seat and removed my hands immediately. She didn't move, her arms still around me. It was very uncomfortable and I didn't know what I should do.
"Sorry." She whispered. I huffed. She had nothing to be sorry for, she just escaped her own death. I grabbed the seat belt and clicked it closed and shut the door. I couldn't look at her, it was like looking at her father. I couldn't bring myself to do it.
I pulled onto the road and was instantly stuck in New York City traffic. It took no time at all for me to be utterly pissed off. The mother fucker in front of me was going thirty miles an hour in a fifty. What the fuck?!
I slammed my fist into the middle of the steering wheel laying down on the horn. The guy flicked me off and I got on his bumper pushing his car forward.
I leaned out the window and shouted. "Move your fucking piece of shit out of my way or I'm going to fucking move it for you!"
I heard a chuckle come from inside the car. I looked to see Isabella shake her head.
"You wanna drive?"
"Yeah, can I? You're terrible!"
I rolled my eyes and ignored her. We finally got out of traffic and into a regular flow. About an hour into the ride she spoke again.
"Can you stop by my house, I need to get my stuff." I gaped at her.
"You no longer have any stuff. We're moving."
"Witness Protection. You can't talk to your friends, family, co-workers – no one. You and I will be moving to Forks, new names, new identity, new house, new life and new stuff."
I expected her to scream at me or punch me or beat me or cry. She did none of those things. All she did was fold her hands in her lap and nod once then stared out of the window.
Twenty more minutes of pure silence later she practically yelled, "I'm hungry!"
It startled me so bad my hand automatically reached for my gun. When I realized what she said my anger only flared up more. I was mad at myself for letting her scare me.
"What? Do I look like a fucking Burger King to you?"
"No, you look like fucking Ronald McDonald so take my ass to Mickey D's." she sassed back at me. I sure didn't expect that to come out of her mouth. I was about throw a comeback at her and tell her what I thought about her attitude when she crossed her arm causing her to wince in pain. My smart remark died on my lips. I looked at her for a second before I did a sudden U-turn which made half the traffic honk at me.
I pulled in the drive thru and asked her what she wanted.
"I'll have a grilled chicken salad with light Italian dressing and I'll have a diet lemonade." I arched my eyebrow at her.
"Anything else your majesty?"
"Yeah, I'm stealing some of your fries so don't get too attached."
I rolled my eyes and ordered her shit and ordered myself a large Big Mac and a coke.
I paid and handed her the bags and put our cups in the cup holders.
"Aren't you going to pull over?"
"No." I said simply and drove out and hopped on the express way. She pulled out the salad, put in the salad dressing, covered it up and shook it. I shook my head at her as I stuffed my mouth with fries.
"Fuckin' rabbit food." I mumbled, as I stuck another handful of fries in my mouth. She shot me a look that clearly said shut the hell up unless you want this salad all over your car then turned back to her food.
I could see that this was only the beginning a very…special relationship. Now if I can only get all the way to Forks without strangling her then we should be all good.
She reached over and grabbed one of my fries, popping it in her mouth and smiled mischievously.
Yeah, I doubt we'd make it the whole way without some serious head butting.
A/N: This Chapter was written by me: Ziomy! I hope you guys are enjoying it. As always, your comments are so very appreciated.