Mend [Jacob Black]

I'll Mend Your Broken Heart ~Jacob Black Fanfiction~

Re-editing this story because it makes me cringe on how poorly written it is.

Only reason I'm writing this is because my friend Nikkie, or spirit1213, really likes this story. So this is for you. Enjoy..vote I guess..yeah. This is an old story from Quizilla. I don't own anything that has to do with Twilight. It goes to the rightful owner.

 

Prologue

~Paul~

“Paul, we need to talk” My dad informed me gravely just as I was about to leave the house. Groaning, I stepped back into the house and closed the door. “Can we talk later dad? I’m gonna hang out with the pack now”. School had just ended earlier, and it was decided that everyone should go cliff diving today. I didn’t mind, cliff diving was one of my favorite things to do.

My dad gave me a glare. “This is serious Paul, we need to talk now”. He gestured his hand towards the couch, there was no point of even arguing with my dad, so I just plopped down. “Well Paul, this won’t be an easy thing to tell you”.

“Just spit it out dad”, I huffed, getting annoyed.

Again, he glared at me. I decided to just shut my mouth and let him talk. “It’s about your mother Paul”. My heart beat quickened, and I sat up straighter. “What about her”? I asked, paying more attention now. Whenever my mother was mentioned, I was always quick to pay attention to what was being said about her. Since I never really knew her, I had always been curious to find out more about her.

“Someone had just informed me that she passed away.”

My jaw dropped. My frown that I wore had softened, and I started to actually feel kind of sad. I’ve always wanted to meet my mom, and now I’ll never have the chance. I came to the realization that it was my dad’s fault that I never got to know her. My eyes narrowed at the sight of him.

“Is that what you wanted to tell me? That you took me away from my mother when I was young, and now I’ll never get to know her?” My voice was bitter.

“That’s enough Paul. My dad warned me. I had a good reason to leave. But anyways, that’s not the point. Your mom remarried Paul, and had a daughter when you were about two years old.” “Okay what does that have to do with me"? I asked in a blasé tone, what’s the point of learning more about her if she’s dead. Hell, I still don’t even know my own mom’s name. Mom was a touchy subject for dad, I guess a lot happened between them. He still hasn’t told what happened, and I’m not one to push. He gave me the death glare again; I sank further into the couch.

“In her will, she gave us full custody of your half-sister”.

“W-What? Seriously?” I questioned, confused and shocked. “Doesn’t she have a dad, or maybe another family member? Why would she pick us? We were never involved in their lives”. I asked him slowly, the shock still taking over.

My dad smiled sympathetically. “I know it’s a lot to take in Paul, I’m sorry. Samantha’s father had left them. I’m not quite sure, I know your mother doesn’t have any family, but I think Samantha’s father does.” My dad pondered for a minute, looking up at the ceiling as he tried to recall his memory.

 “Samantha"? I repeated confused.

“Oh, your sister name is Samantha."

Samantha. I liked it. “Doesn’t her dad want her? Like I thought if a parent died, it would go to the other parent or some shit.”? I mean if my dead ex-wife wanted to send my daughter to live with her ex-husband, I would sure as hell fight to try to get custody of her.

He rolled his eyes at my cursing. “Well I guess he didn’t want her.”

“Well I don’t want her either”, I mumbled, looking down at my worn Vans.

“Unbelievable Paul, how could you say such a thing!? Look, she’s coming to live here whether you like it or not. I swear if you are disrespectful to her I will not hesitate to kick you out of my house.”

With my dad, he meant his threats. So I just nodded, so I wouldn’t piss him off more. Like father like son, we both lost our tempers pretty easily. “When is she coming”? I sighed.

“Monday".

Wow in two days.

“Emily and Sue have both agreed to help renovate our guest bedroom for Samantha’s room. They could really use some help Paul, and I’m just so busy with work.”

I stayed quiet.

My dad lifted himself of the couch, and strolled towards the kitchen. Our living room and kitchen were connected, as most are in these old houses. “You can go” my dad stated, washing his hands.

“C-C-Can I at least know her name? Mom’s?”

He stopped, and made eye contact with me. There was a hint of sadness in his dark brown eyes. “Madison”. He continued on, bending down to retrieve something from the cupboards.

I got up from the couch and headed off to Sam’s house, repeating the name over and over again.