Twilight: Blood Moon

Somber Realizations

Date:
9/21||8:00ish

Jacob and his wolf pack were real loud in our living room, so I tried turning up the song I was listening to, Age of Consent by New Order.
It helped but not enough. They were really loud, doing god knows what, but adults are irritating like this. I flopped down on my bed, throwing a pillow over my head, and trying to drown myself of the noise. After a while, the noise died down and curious as to why so I walked out into the living room. The room had a strong aroma of wet dog as it usually did , it was obviously unusual considering that we didn't have a dog, it was a Jacobs "scent"

I saw a light coming from the driveway from the small window next to the door. I saw Jacob on a call with someone. I opened the door slightly, and from the faint call of his voice, I could tell he was talking to my father.

"Yeah I know Edward, she's fine, we're fine, quit worrying alright," he reassured.

"I am gonna worry, Jacob you promised me,and I don't think the way you've been acting when I call is necessary, or when I show up that is." he pointed out.

"Of course, why didn't you bring it up earlier."No, it is necessary because you act this way to me, you think I'm just some kid who can't take care of someone else? All I'm doing is protecting her just like YOU WANTED, and just as I thought, we were getting along... Man, I must've been wrong. You don't need to worry about her anymore like you even cared in the first place," he argued back.

"Neither did you in the beginning-" he interrupted but got cut off.

"she's with me and it should stay that way" he pulled down his phone and hung it up.

"Jacob lets go!" Sam yelled from his car.
"Yeah alright I'm coming," he said running off to the car parked at the end of the driveway.I expected this from Jacob he often would go out with his friends or what he calls his "pack."

I backed away from the window and tried to process what I had witnessed. Was Jacob right for taking me away from my family like this even if it meant for my protection? I shook my head at the thought. As much as I hated my family for their decision, it was what I was forced into.
He was right about my father not caring for me From the time I was with my father, he distanced himself with me,never had much of a real conversation with me,stuck in guilt he was,and so was I. Overwhelmed with so much emotion and that I started tearing up without even realizing it. I wanted to push away everything and just forget every word I heard, but I knew that could never happen.
"Was Jacob overprotecting me?" My father told me this was a good thing before, that "this is gonna keep you safe."
What a load of b̷u̷l̷l̷s̷h̷i̷t̷.

He was keeping him from my family, all this time. It for a good reason thought. However I pushed it out of my mind because I thought it was the right thing.

Is it still?

My mind was in so many thoughts I couldn't keep up.

I'm losing my time with my family, they won't ever see my younger self anymore when I reach my full maturity. My father was a different story.

I'm never gonna have many memories with them when I was 15 or 17. Ever since I came out here with Jacob a part of me has been lost, and I think finally understand why.

I was crying even more now. Seeing them once and a while wasn't enough. I needed to be with them again, perhaps have a heartfelt conversation about our history with my father, wiping my tears with my sleeve I wandered around looking for tissues to dry my tears when I entered Jacobs' room.

The overdramatic smell of wet dog saturated the room.
I reached for a tissue from his nightstand and realized the same note I saw a few days ago, was in his trash can. I bend down and grabbed it and it read Alice Cullen with an address. I noticed the address didn't seem right. I knew my aunt wouldn't write their own address down because it didn't exist.

They didn't even let me know where their house was, it didn't have a true address.

I shouldn't be this nosy, but my attention turned to look at his closet which had piles of shirts stacked up on the floor.

As it bothered me, I cleaned them up and accidentally hit my head on one of his shelves. I rubbed the back on my head in pain but realized a couple of old pictures a few out of a book. I groaned when looking at the mess of the door. After cleaning the clothes up, I admired the photos in my hand. Our Christmas family photo was taken next to a giant tree outside we decorated with lights a year ago. My younger self squeezed next my aunt while holding on to her father's hand, he looked uncomfortable.This picture felt a lifetime ago, but at the same time felt like a day ago.

I wish life didn't go by so fast..