Golden Hour: A Team Jacob Twilight FanFic

Sure as Hell Didn't See That One Coming

The time on the GPS kept winding down the further we got away from the Seattle traffic. I mean, it made sense. Nobody was coming up this way besides my stupid ass.

Time was moving too fast, but also in slow motion. Honestly, it was suffocating, like I was being choked by the numbers on the clock. The more the numbers ticked down, the more anxious I became. It felt like I was on my way to a funeral.

Though I'm sure, I already missed it.

There were a few times I considered turning back, and maybe I would've if I had been alone. I just had to keep reminding myself that I was going to see Billy, that's it. I wasn't gonna drive around Forks. I wasn't gonna pass by that white house. I was gonna go to La Push, and I was gonna see my dad. I had to stay focused on that.

Still, the sickness clawed itself through me cause, yeah, I was gonna see my dad, but, yeah, he was gonna tell me how it all went down. The reality of the situation will finally have its way with me. It's been waiting, after all.

I knew that it was going to be so much worse. But I couldn't spend the rest of my life wondering, guessing, or holding on to an impossible, pathetic sliver of hope. I needed to scrub that idea of hope out of my head. Preferably with bleach and a really abrasive brush.

Liz tried to keep me distracted, but she couldn't fully hold my attention, not now. I held my own because I didn't want to freak her out, though I felt like I was gonna burst at the seams.

She asked me again what I thought of the idea of me going home on the way back, and I still couldn't say. It depended a lot on what it was gonna feel like. Part of me felt like she asked again cause she wanted me out of her hair. I'm not sure she'd be the type to tell me to fuck off if need be—she was too nice. We were friends, but maybe she realized I was out of her scope.

Plus, we did start on a weird note. Maybe she felt there was a time limit to our friendship.

And, yeah, I didn't have a home in White Rock fucking Canada.

After our drive-thru dinner and multiple crusty roadside bathroom stops later (Liz has the bladder the size of a peanut), the passing signs along the highway indicated we were getting closer and closer. Then, by 5 PM, everything started to become familiar. I didn't need the GPS anymore.

At this time, my old man would probably be having his steak dinner. I just hoped it wasn't with Chief Swan.

We passed Sappho, then Beaver, then Shuwah. Forks was close, looming over like a dark cloud. Luckily, we wouldn't have to drive through the godforsaken town to get to the rez.

I held my breath as I turned off the highway onto La Push Road.

My body seemed to reject being here, so much so that I dissociated on the short drive. The music on the radio became a muffling buzz in the background, the hum of the car now distant. The familiar trees that lined the roads started to thin, and the ocean waves sounded nearby.

"This is it, right?" Liz asked after the GPS announced that we'd arrived.

"Yeah."

"This is really cute! Quiet. Well, relaxing."

Slowly, I drove down Ocean Road. The waves crashed louder on the shore of First Beach which was just to the left of us now.

"So, where's your dad's house?"

"Couple roads down."

"Well, why did you stop?"

To be honest, I didn't even realize that I stopped, but my foot was slammed down on the brake.