His second chance

Ch. 4 (Revised)

*Narrator's POV*

        A couple of days have passed since that night, and Bella has had fewer episodes since Will made her sleep with that weighted blanket. He knew from experience how helpful those things can be.

        Charlie thanked him profusely for his assistance, to which the younger man simply shook his head. It was his sister who needed help, there wasn't an acceptable way to say 'no' to family.

        Said man was currently sitting in the living room, sharpening his hatchets in a black T-shirt and baggy sweats. He was thinking about trying to teach Bella how to throw them for self-defense and sport.

        Today was one of the few rare days that his sister managed to leave the house of her own accord. He was sure that she'd be in better health in no time, best he started planning that vacation.

        He had just finished polishing his tool when he heard yelling from outside that was getting closer. Standing up, he watched from the couch as Bella shoved the door open.

        She was cradling her bruised and slightly swollen hand to her chest and the grip on his weapon's handle tightened at the pitiful sight. Anger filled his stomach as he approached her.

        "Isabella, what the fuck happened?" She froze at the use of her name and turned to him slowly after a second. Her eyes glanced at the hatchet and widened as a boy's voice drew closer.

        "It's nothing-"

        He cuts her off, his voice now more resembles growling. "Don't try to play me with that bullshit! Now answer me!"

        The jiggling of the front door's handle made his head snap in that direction. Bella protested as he stormed to the door, throwing it open. His sudden appearance scares Jacob into nearly falling on his back.

        Will's blue eyes hardened into an icy glare of hatred as he stared down at the teenager. Jacob may have changed, but the man would always be able to single him out despite the time passed.

        He had always had an unexplainable coldness towards the boy, even when they were still kids. Something about the kid just unnerved the older male.

        "You! Why the hell are you here?" Jacob rushes out his question as he stands back up.

        Bella never told him that her brother had come to visit for a while. What an unpleasant surprise.

        "Better question, what the fuck happened to Isabella?" Jacob quickly stumbles backward as the man angrily approached him.

        He could see the weapon and did not doubt that he would use it if he didn't like the boy's response. which gave him a solid 15% chance of not getting attacked.

        "Damnit, boy. Answer me! Or I'll chop your fucking head off!" His voice grew in volume as did his pace.

        Jacob tried to speak. He tried to get out an explanation, but it came out in stuttering mumbles. This just angered Will further.

        "You've got ten seconds to fucking spill!"

        Jake then started ranting out as much nonsense as possible. Meanwhile, Will also started counting down while pulling his arm back. But it's not like the man was listening to him, he honestly just wanted to kill the kid.

        "Two!"

        "One!-"

        Just as he got to the last number, a much younger boy jumped in front of his target, his tan arms up in the air. His sudden presence made the man falter and lower his hatchet in recognition.