To break and To fix.

Life Changes

JACOB'S POV~

I drove for hours, my mind wandering and my heart heavy. I didn't know where i was going or what i would do next. All i knew was that this place held too many painful memories for me now.

I drove for 7 hours straight heading to Canada. I couldn't stay in forks anymore.... it reminds.... reminded me of.... everything...
I pulled over at a rest stop, getting out of the car to stretch my legs. I looked around, taking in the new scenery as i tried to clear my head. My thoughts were still clouded by memories of losing my family, my pack, my friends, my home.... Edward..

"nngghh!!" I clutched my chest. whenever I thought of Edward, my chest hurt very much .....has been for weeks. It'd be a lie saying my brain hadn't found a way to remember my... my imprintee... when is death just gonna hurry up and claim me.... it shouldn't be long. "when a wolf has been rejected..." I sigh as I look at the sky

I walked towards my car, feeling the tears streaming down my face. I climbed into the driver's seat and rested my head on the steering wheel, sobbing uncontrollably. I couldn't take anymore of this pain and heartache "why me.... why me.... I've lost everything and I'm only sixteen..... I have no one...."

After a few minutes of getting that out of my system, I sat up, wiping my tears away angrily. I couldn't keep feeling sorry for myself. But I knew I had to keep moving forward, no matter how hard it was. If not for myself....for my late mom. I know she wouldn't want to see me give up or end myself.

With a deep breath, i started the car and drove away from the rest stop

I reached Canada. Once there, I parked in the parking lot of a simple looking apartment and I spent a night in my Volkswagen. In the morning I was awoken by a knock to my car window. At first I was scared, because if it was the cops, then not only won't i have someone to bail me out of juvee, but I'd loose money if i were to bail myself out.
But I soon breathed a sigh of relief when I saw it was a kind looking middle aged woman looking at me with a kind smile. I opened my door and came out to see if she probably needed any help. "Y-yes ma'am? Is.. are... Do you need help with something?" I stuttered shyly trying to phrase my words properly. My mom always told me to talk to strangers with respect.

The lady smiled at me and said, "I think it's you who needs help son" "huh...?" "Do you have a place to stay?" " Wha- n-no, I mean, I ha-" " do you have money?" "? Well yes but -" " I'll charge you 800 dollars for rent in one of the studio apartments in my building over there. I'm the landlord here. My name is Deborah but you can call me Debbie. *Smiling sweetly*"
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"......... Why.....?" Was the first and only thing that came out of my mouth. Ms Deborah smiled at me. A smile that held many memories. She then looked at me and only told me, "you remind me of myself when I was about your age..."

I couldn't help myself. I tried. Really I did.... But maybe it was my emotional instability or my wolf acting up, I don't know, but I rushed towards her and threw myself in her arms and cried into her shirt as I clutched her like a child would their mother. And she returned the embrace and pat my hair whispering soothing 'it's okay child' into my hair.

Yeah I feel so embarrassed that I don't think I'll ever forget this incident of me acting like a little girl. My conscious will never let me live it down.

After that, thanks to the money Seth and Leah gave me, I managed to pay for a Three month rent for the simple small studio apartment in her building.

Well that solved one problem.

"...... should I look for a job... or school............ or both...?" I thought as I removed my duffel bag from car in front of the apartment building, looking at the small, plain structure. I took a deep breath, knowing that this was my new home for now. I stepped out of the car and walked towards the entrance. I took a deep breath and opened the door to my new living place

I walked into the apartment and took a look around. It was small, but it was cozy. the landlord felt bad for me since i was only a teenager so she gave me her old spare bed with a mattress, a beanbag, a small table and a mini fridge.

I walked over to the bed and fell face first onto it, exhausted from the long drive and emotional turmoil.

"at least people here are compassionate... or maybe it's just my landlord.... either way, bless her...." I said to myself as I thought of what to do now before exhaustion creeped up on me and I was soon out like a light.

After hours of sleep, I woke up, feeling more rested than i had in weeks. I looked around, taking in my new surroundings. All of this felt like a dream. I knew i had to start school, find a job, and figuring out what to do with my life before death takes me soon.... Although right now... I'm starting to wish it'd claim me sooner.

"maybe I should go look for a job first....who knows when I'll croak... I'd rather have a paying job first to survive, then I'll start school...." I said as I stared at the ceiling. it was a Saturday morning

I got up, showered, and changed into some clean clothes. I grabbed my wallet and keys, ready to start my day. I walked outside, taking in the fresh air and new scenery. I started walking towards the main street, deciding to walk to also learn my surroundings. I started heading where i heard there were some job opportunities from the landlord. Though she did express her concerns that he may not find a job willing to take someone my age.

"I just hope there are jobs that can hire a sixteen year old...." I muttered. alas there weren't

I walked around the town, looking for any signs of jobs. I saw a few places that were hiring but they all required him to be 18 or older. I sighed, feeling discouraged.

I kept walking, feeling dejected. I didn't understand why fate was so cruel to me. Like damn. All i wanted was to be happy and have a normal life but it seemed like that was never going to happen

As I was heading home, I then saw a classy looking club. Which was only a block away from my apartment building..... I know I shouldn't entertain the idea, but... I need the money for both food and school. I gulped and stepped in. it was still quite empty given it was still afternoon. I asked a bouncer to show me the manager's office.

The bouncer stared at me for a while before nodding and leading me to the Manager's office.

I knocked on the door and waited for a response. After a few moments, an older handsome man with slicked back hair with some white on the sides, opened the door.

He looked at me, his eyes roaming over my body. I swallowed nervously. I didn't have any experience in this line of work but i was desperate. The man nodded and motioned for me to come inside.

"u.. umm hello.. I was wondering if there were any slots for hiring available here.." I followed him in his office and sat on a chair across his desk

The man sat down behind his desk, leaning back in his chair. He crossed his arms over his chest, studying me intently.

The man's eyes lingered on my body for a moment before he shifted his gaze back to my face. He cleared his throat, breaking the awkward silence between them "my name is Tony Rogers. the owner of this club. and who might you be" said Tony

"my name is Jacob. Jacob... Black.." I said with a hint of sadness at the last part but I didn't let it show

Tony frowned, his eyes narrowing slightly "you seem like a nice guy Jacob... how old are you?

I gulped I.. I'm sixteen Sir."

Tony sat forward, his elbows resting on the desk "sixteen..... hmm. you look older than that. what makes you want to work here?"