C.Cullen; between lions and men

𝙰𝚌𝚝 𝙸 ; 𝚂𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚎 𝙸𝚅

!WARNING!
This chapter contains mentions of sexual assault, drug abuse , mentions of suicide, and a hint at drowning.
I do not recommend reading if that triggers you
But I will add that this isn't a filler. ( edit 11-20-22 I will be changing jacobs for sake of plot and time lines )

𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙸𝚝
~ 𝚃.𝚂. 𝙴𝚕𝚒𝚘𝚝

     "Don't look away" He whispered knowing fully well that Jacob could hear him perfectly well. With a deep breath, he grounded himself (ironic if you ask me) and fell off the edge eagerly waiting for the pinpricks of icy waters to caress his fragile skin, and he did so with a smile. As his body plunged into those waves so blue it almost looked black. it was the depth of the water that gave it the color. The waters are so cold it was almost painful, reminding Silas of the dreaded fact that he was still alive. Silas let himself sink deeper for just a moment enjoying the high of slowly losing air in his lungs and the feeling of the deep dark water that allowed practically no light to come through. How the gentle current of the water slowly and softly caressed his pale skin and slightly protruding bones.       
      The caressing was unlike the woman at that party in freshman year that forcefully allowed her to touch and disgustingly admired his skin in the master bathroom. Oh, how the way she tugged and ripped off the buttons on his favorite shirt made him gag at even the thought of it happening once again. Unlike how those men in the alley behind the 7/11 bruised his bones and left their marks as he was forcefully bent over again and again so many times he couldn't count. It didn't matter if he was higher than god or drunker than the devil those memories stood so clear. Silas couldn't shoot up enough Heroin or drink enough Hennessey to get rid of the feeling of constant disgust and the ever-so-repeating memories. He remembered everything. Their touch, the sound of their voice, their face, their scent. He remembered Every Single Fucking detail. The water felt cleansing like a scorching bath that was painfully cold.        
     Once Silas finally swam back up for air Jacob was already ready with two warm towels and dry clothes that Silas kept in his trunk. He dried Silas off with the towel and wrapped one on his head like a turban. "We need to get these wet clothes off, are you ok with that?" Jacob always made sure if it was ok for him to dress Silas. "Please," Silas asked sounding like a young child. Once the wet clothes were off and Silas was dry Jacob began to dress him. Soft leggings, fuzzy socks, long sleeves, and Jacob's large hoodie that he was wearing only moments before. "Are you sure you don't need it?" Silas hated being a burden to Jacob even though he told him 'Silas you could never be a burden.' with warm eyes and a great big smile "You keep it, I'm not the one who just jumped in forty degrees water.        
     Jacob knew everything there was to know about Silas. Every dark and dirty secret even some that could get him a felony. Every scar and the story behind it, some of them they got together, and some that he got in the middle of the night. Every emotion the boy felt and everyone he was numb too.
     Silas trusted Jacob with his life but it also made him feel like he was selfish and that he was putting so much on his already heavy shoulders with his father being tribe Chief. Silas felt like a burden like Jacob just dealt with him because their dads were best friends and because they grew up together.      
      Once they were back inside the Black residence the two became even more relaxed. "Dad's out fishing with the Clearwater's" He announced as Silas snuggled into his bedsheets. Jacob smelt like home. Car grease, laundry detergent, and some brand of cologne he couldn't exactly place yet it was on the tip of his tongue. Silas loved Jacob like an older brother even though they were the same age. Jacob took care of him.
     Drying him off after jumping in freezing water, sobering him up after a party, calming him down during an anxiety attack, helping him through a breakdown, making sure he took his medicine, and making sure he ate.
    Jacob was his rock. He was there when Silas's mind wasn't. That's why he trusted him so much. Silas always tries to tell him "This is selfish, I'm so selfish, I'm sorry." And every time Jacob would wipe his tears away with those warm chocolate eyes and a soft smile. He would say "No you're not, so there's nothing to be sorry about." With such a gentle tone it was like a small weeping child was being calmed. In a way, Silas was a weeping child on the inside. Jacob had comforted and taken care of Silas for so long that it now was instinctual. From getting him clean and off the drugs to help washing his hair. Sadly Silas was very dependent on Jacob. Yet Jacob loved taking care of him. It was just the way their bond worked. Jacob saw nothing wrong with it.      
      Once Silas's breath evened out he watched the boy sleep for just a moment happy that Silas was relaxed for once. Silas always slept better in Jacob's room. Walking into the kitchen he dialed Charlie's number only then realized that it was past noon. On the fourth ring, Charlie picked up "He's asleep in my room...again, want me to bring him home?" The overworked and very concerned father let out a long exhausted sigh "No...No just let him sleep, god knows he needs it. Just get him home in time for his meds." "Yes sir... He went cliff diving finally, maybe he's trying this time."
     Jacob knew to not put all of his hope into it. If he did all he would do is allow himself to get hurt again. If the cycle went as normal Silas would be clean for six months at max. He'd slip up, Charlie would give him a week to clean up. If it was another attempt Charlie would calm him down, pack him a bag, and 10-13 him. It was fucked up that it was practically a routine now. Anastasia would rain hell upon Charlie then would go try and see Silas. Keywords 'Try' Silas would refuse visits and calls from her.       
      Their relationship was the only thing, Silas would refuse to talk about. Over time Jacob learned to not even mention her name or anyone else for that matter. Jacob understood it but in a way he didn't. He only really understood the 'It's complicated' answer.       
      Jacob started to hear crying so he rushed to his bedroom. Where Silas was sleeping peacefully only minutes before. Silas would often cry in his sleep because of bad memories. Memories of Caleb, the assaults, self-harm, and drugs. They often invaded his sweet dreams causing them to be nightmarish. He lightly shook Silas awake "Hey-Hey it's ok. You're safe don't worry." Jacob rocked Silas in his arms with soft whispers of reassurance. Like a mother, he held the sobbing teen and petted his hair. Slowly those sobs became sniffles and hiccups. "It's ok Si, want to take a hot bath?" Silas nodded as Jacob picked him up with ease to take him to the bathtub.      
      After the bath and Warm soup, Silas was falling right back asleep. As it was about to hit eight pm Jacob knew it was time for Silas to take his meds. He wrapped Silas up like a burrito and laid him in the back seat for him to sleep on the way home.        
      Charlie was sitting on the porch steps when Jacob pulled up. " he's in the back asleep" With a nod Charlie picked up his son. "I'll get the car back tomorrow." "Alright, Thank you" Charlied replied walking inside as Jacob pulled out of the driveway onto the road.

  Holy shit guys we have 1,306 words this time thinking of setting a 2,000 word goal next time
Also thank you for the views and votes, make sure to comment to give me ideas.

I'm sorry for having alot of triggering content but this is a it get worse before it gets better.

We also finally have some insight of Silas's past but who is this mysterious character Caleb?!