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Paprika
By : Attitudinal
Category: Twilight Series > Het
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A/N: I know, not a very good chapter, but it's a filler until something better comes along... Hopefully it will be good...

Chapter Five

“You two have been growing apart ever since he got back. What’s the problem? You guys fighting?”

“Well. It’s a little more complicated than that. See, when Dame came back, he… I think he’s joined a gang.”

“A gang? Why on earth…”

“Dad, you know we aren’t rich. He’s been obsessed with making money ever since college. He… I’m pretty sure some of the clients he’s been bringing in are, you know, members.” Jacob could almost see her father deflate, and he heard him collapse on the couch. “I… I’m sorry, dad.”

“Charlotte. Are you completely sure? That’s not a light accusation. Why didn’t you tell me any of this? Do you not have any common sense? I… I needed to know this, Charlotte, this is not something that you keep to yourself.” Before Charla could answer, a loud police siren blared in the front yard. Jacob rushed from upstairs, and met Charla and Gregory at the door.

“What was that?” he asked, pulling Charla close to him. Gregory shook his head.

“Don’t know.” All three of them ventured outside, and were shocked to see who Jacob assumed was Damien, handcuffed, and being roughly handled by a police officer.

“Is this yours?” the officer asked, shoving Damien forward. He tripped on his own feet, and without his hands, he fell flat on his face. Charla’s father looked disgustedly at his son, and nodded stiffly.

“Unfortunately.” He scowled, pulling him inside by his cuffs. Damien made a pained sound, and Jacob had to stop himself from smiling cruelly. Good for the little prick. “What is the problem?”

“He was terrorizing one of the storefronts. Well, along with three other guys. They don’t have any folks in the area, so they’re locked up in county. I brought him home.”

“Thank you, officer.” The cop tipped her hat, and walked back the squad car.

By the look on Damien’s face, it was obvious that he knew the jig was up.

“A gang, son? I thought I raised you better than that.” The boy, barely older tan Jacob, sneered unsuccessfully at his father.

“You barely raised me at all!” he retorted. “I found a way to bring some money into this house, and you want to stand there accusing me?”

“Don’t talk to him that way!” Charla interjected, staring with open hatred at her older sibling. He was fair skinned like her, and his close cropped hair hung low into his sweat slicked face.

“Shut up, you little twat.” He remarked crudely, the anger obviously returned her way. Charla wasn’t fazed.

“No, you shut up.” she said, her anger obviously boiling over. “I kept quiet, hoping that you’d straighten up and fly right, but you didn’t!” Jacob grasped Charla’s hand, and Damien sneered.

“So, this is the guy you’ve been shacking up with? I thought I told you to get him out of here?”

“I’m not scared of you Dame. You know, I pity you. You just want the rest of us to be miserable because you hate yourself. But I’m not dealing with it any more. You are so on your own at this point.” She snarled, Jacob could see her restraining herself. It was a good thing she didn’t need him to help her, he was having enough trouble restraining himself from choking the little ass. “You need professional help,” she snapped, pointing her finger in his face. “You think you can come in here and tell us both what to do? Just because you’re popular with some two-bit wannabes doesn’t mean you can talk to dad and me however you’d like!” Charla stormed off, leaving Jacob standing there with her father. If she had stayed, she’d have seen him with that slightly green expression, and noticed him twitching slightly.

“Damien, you are my son, and I love you. But you have made a huge error in judgment here. I think we need to get you some help.” Damien sneered, and pulled his wrist out of his father’s hands.

“Help? What the hell do you know about helping anyone? Without me, you couldn’t even help yourself!” Damien snarled, and then turned to Jacob, smirking. “I’m going to count to three, and I want you our of my fucking house, you loser. Just because you are shacking up with Charlotte doesn’t mean you get a say in shit that goes on in here—” Damien found himself pressed up against the wall, silent. Mostly that was because Jacob’s arm was pressed tightly against his throat, and Damien clawed at it, his eyes watering.

“You will never speak to Charlotte that way again. Ever.” He growled, pushing his forearm even harder against the other boy’s throat. “I have news for you, you think you’re hard and tough, picking on a girl, well, you’re not!” He snarled, pressing easing the pressure on Damien’s throat. Damien stared up at him with terrified eyes, and Jacob backed away, pushing him to the floor easily. “Beating up on people who are trying to help you… fucking despicable,” he snarled, arms held tightly to his sides. Damien was trying not to look completely witless, but failing miserably. Gregory looked at him pitilessly.

“Damien, sit down, son.” Gregory instructed tiredly. “Charla, I think you better take that next flight out.”

“No, dad, I want to stay here with you—”

“Go. I can deal with this,” he said, curling his lip, and jerking his thumb in Damien’s direction. “Please go and pack, Charlotte, you have a flight to catch,” he joked tiredly, motioning to Damien who was sitting on the couch, fuming, and glaring in Jacob’s general direction. Whenever Jake would narrow his eyes at him, Damien would swallow and jump, and press himself into the couch. Charla was sure that no one missed the small smile that appeared on Jake’s face each time this happened. After a moment, Gregory pushed her toward the den entrance, and Jake followed, grabbing her hand, and leading her up the stairs. She didn’t make it to the top before she burst into tears.

Jacob didn’t ask her any questions, he only picked her up like she weighed nothing, and carried her to her bed, and sat down with her in his lap. She curled up against him, shaking. After a couple of silent minutes, she took a shaky breath, and sighed.

“We have got to get out of here,” Charla croaked, flashing him a watery smile. “I don’t want you to be subjected to the craziness of my family any longer.”

“It’s not—”

“Don’t you dare disagree with the truth,” she snapped, elbowing him in the chest. Jacob smiled. He couldn’t say that he regretted her father’s decision; he wanted to get out of there as soon as possible.

“Alright. But you can’t say that it wasn’t exciting.” Charla scowled at his flippant remark, and pouted when he wiped her face with her sheet.

“I see what you mean.” Suddenly, there was a burst of music. They both looked around wildly, until a spark of realization lit Charla’s face.

”You’re the man, I’m the girl, we look good together… we are…we are… The Dandy Cowboys!”

“What the…?” Charla reached into a pocket Jacob didn’t know she had, and pulled out a cell phone. “No one ever calls me.” Charla took a deep breath, and tried to steady her voice, which was still shaky from crying. “Hello?”

“Hey, it’s me, Rob.” Charla groaned. Jacob merely stared distastefully at the phone.

“How does he have your number?”

Charla covered the mouthpiece of the phone before answering. “My father tried to set us up a few months ago. He never really got the hint, thinks I’m just playing hard to get.” She pulled a face. “Hey, Rob. Something really important come up?”

“Oh, no, I wanted to know if you wanted to come to a movie with some of us. A bunch of people are going to be there, so it won’t be weird or anything.” He said, and both Jacob and Charla could hear the confidence in his voice.

“Sorry, I’m going on a trip, I have to pack. I don’t really have time to hang out right now.”

“Where are you going?”

“You know, away.” She answered vaguely, not so skillfully avoiding his questions. “I have to go now though. Sorry I couldn’t make it to the movies with you guys,” she said dully, not sounding apologetic at all. Jacob smirked. She leaned into him, and then hung up the phone after exchanging a few more pointless words with Rob. “I hate this thing. I thought by having an interesting ring tone, the few times people called me I wouldn’t mind so much.”

Jacob felt her heart beating, pulsing against him with every passing moment. He looked down at the top of her head, and smiled. She was very different from the girls he was usually around, the moody, needy beings that the other pack members often seemed to bring back. There were a select few, like Emily, that he didn’t mind being around for extended periods of time. No less than twenty minutes prior had she confronted her far out of line sibling, and here she was, chatting idly about the minute details of their departure.

“You never answered me,” she chirped, standing and stretching a little. Charla trotted down the hall, grabbing a suitcase, and hefting it to her room, where she began to rifle through her drawers. She looked like she was trying to keep busy.

“I mean, I do want to get back as soon as possible, but whatever you want is perfect,” he replied diplomatically.

“Oh, that was such a bullshit answer,” she responded, leaning against him. “But I don’t really care. 1:30 flight?”

“Deal, I like that.”

“Yeah, you would.”

~

The first thing Charla noticed upon leaving the airport in Seattle, was that the surroundings quickly turned to dark green. Night had fallen in Forks, though the clouds blurred out the moon and stars.

The flight had been almost eight hours, all of which Charlotte had spent sitting next to a burnt out mother and her noisy child. In short, she hadn’t gotten any sleep at all. He, however, had slept thorough the entire flight, successfully tuning out everyone around him, and snoring away. (Not that she was bitter.)

Charlotte was currently resting against Jake, sitting in the front seat of a black pickup truck. She was still half asleep when he roused her gently, and carried her into the house. Charla yawned, and demanded that she be set on her feet. She suddenly heard the sound of wheels, and turned to see an older man rolling toward her in a wheelchair. She averted her eyes from the chair respectfully, smiling and only keeping eye contact with the man in the chair. He nodded at her.

“Hello.” He held out his hand, which Charla took, and shook firmly.

“Hi, I’m Charlotte. Well, Charla.”

“Very nice to meet you.” He turned to his son. “Glad to have you back.” Jacob leaned down, and hugged the man, who clapped his back.

“This is my father, Billy Black. Billy, I, uh, imprinted on Charla.” He said, trying, obviously, to get straight to the point.

“Oh, yes, thank you.” He reminded her of her own father.

“Follow me.” The house wasn’t giant, and Jacob seemed to have to stoop when he walked through the doorways, but other than that, it was big enough for Charlotte. Her head was still a little fuzzy from sleep, but she still felt strange about being in a place other than home with no family. It was disconcerting, and for a moment, she felt a little homesick.

“Charlotte, are you feeling well?” Billy asked, craning in his wheelchair to face her. “I can show you to your room, if you’d like. The climate here is a little disagreeable for you, I’m sure.” Jacob rushed to her side, and took her temperature via hand on forehead.

“She was just sick about two days ago, I don’t want her to get ill again,” Jacob commented. Charla swallowed. He looked like he was going to try and force her to swallow more cold medicine.

“I’m fine, just a little homesick, is all,” she said, waving him away impatiently. “I don’t do too well on planes.” Billy stared at her for a moment, making her uncomfortable. Charla shifted once, and Billy motioned for them to follow him.

“Let’s get these bags down,” he said, rolling down the hallway in front of them. He stopped at one of the doors, and reached forward and opened it. “This is Rachel and Rebecca’s old room. The other bed is in storage.” He said, wheeling himself into the room, and stopping on the worn out carpet. Charla raised an eyebrow. Rachel and Rebecca?

“Who are Rachel and Rebecca?” she asked, looking around the room. It was moderate in size, and the few shelves on the wall didn’t contain many pictures, mostly books. Not really Charlotte’s style. Billy, meanwhile, looked aghast.

“You didn’t tell her about your sisters?” he questioned, narrowing his eyes, before turning away from Jake, and facing Charlotte fully. “They are his sisters; Rebecca lives pretty far away, we don’t see her much. Rachel still lives in La Push, though, she had to move back. Paul, you’ll meet him later—he’s the bottomless pit, you can’t miss him—he imprinted on her.” Charla nodded her understanding. Jacob lugged her bags over to the closet, and set them down. She’d packed nearly everything she owned, she was sure. Jacob made a big show of wiping his brow from imaginary sweat, but Charla wasn’t fooled. Those bags had to be lighter than air considering his massive strength. Billy turned and wheeled himself toward the door. “Why don’t you start getting unpacked? There’s leftovers in the fridge if anyone is hungry.” He smiled, and left the room. Charla collapsed on the bed, breathing deeply. The entire reservation had a calm, quiet air, and she had to admit that she was surprised that vampires weren’t bursting through the door to try and kill her. She’d expected a little more excitement, but she would take the calm over death any day.

Jacob sat down on the bed beside her, idly running his hands through her hair. “Want to unpack?” he asked, looking down at her. Charla closed her eyes, and shook her head.

“I don’t want to do anything but lay here, I am exhausted,” she whined, yawning. Jacob chuckled, and she felt him kiss her forehead.

“Would you like to meet the rest of the pack tomorrow?” He asked, stroking her cheek. Charla cracked one eye, and looked up at him. “I’m sure they would love to meet you.” She pouted.

“Do I have to? I just want to lay here…”

“I know. But you’ll have to do it eventually,” he responded, stroking some hair out of her face. Charla opened her other eye, and wrinkled her nose up at him. “So why not tomorrow?” she stuck out her tongue endearingly at him, and Jacob, smiled softly down at her, and she smirked.

“Fine, I don’t mind, I’ve just been so exhausted lately,” she sighed, lazily lifting her hand to scratch her head, and letting it flop limply. “So what do you want to do now?”

“I want you to go to sleep, you look overtired. Maybe you should sleep through dinner, and we’ll have an early breakfast or something.” He suggested, moving her so that he could lay next to her on the narrow bed. She wrinkled her nose again, and Jake laughed.

“You’re so overbearing.” She groaned, raising a hand to her head dramatically, and sighing. “You’re constantly telling me what to do!”

“Maybe if you weren’t so stubborn, hmm?” He responded, absently playing with her hair. Charlotte yawned tiredly, and turned toward him to lay her head on his chest. She absently threw one leg over his, and promptly fell asleep.

~

Jacob woke up first, though, unfortunately not on his own. The blinds were closed, so it couldn’t have been the sunlight through the window. He sat quietly for a moment.

Oh. The slight droning noise in his ears must have been the ticket. Jake cracked a single eye, but there was no one else in the room but Charla, who was breathing lightly on his chest. He vaguely remembered waking her up at around midnight to change into some pajamas, while he padded to his room to grab some pajama bottoms. He detangled their entwined limbs before sitting up, and yawning. Jacob listened again, and rolled his eyes.

“Would you shut up? He’s going to come out here, and kick someone’s ass, and it won’t be me!”

“I’d like to see him try; now pass me that soda, Seth.”

“I don’t see a slave here, Paul.”

“Oh God, the both of you are walking a thin line…”

“Leah, be quiet!”

“Just because you don’t like what I have to say—”

“No, you’re loud!”

Jacob smirked to himself. He wouldn’t be surprised if the entire pack was outside the door, the amount of ruckus they were making. The banter was getting louder and louder, and though Charla wasn’t a light sleeper, he didn’t want them to wake her up, she was having trouble sleeping as it was. Striding to the door, he pulled it open, and stuck his head out. Waiting just outside the door, was Leah, Seth, Paul, Embry, Quil, and Sam. The rest of the pack was mysteriously missing, but it was a small hallway, and there would have been less room otherwise. No sooner than he had stepped out of the room and closed the door, they were all over him; hugging him, telling him that they were glad he was back. Jacob smiled. As much as he had been running away, he’d missed this. Sam clapped him on the back.

“Where have you been, man?” he asked, placing a hand on his shoulder. Jacob shrugged.

“East coast. New sights. That kind of thing,” he replied, smiling. He answered their questions as best he could, tactfully leaving out the parts that included Charla’s time in the hospital, while moving them into the living room, where they could be less worried about waking her. Finally, the conversation turned to his future, something Jacob himself was still quite unsure of.

“What will you do if she doesn’t want to stay here?” Sam asked, resting his back against the couch, where Seth and Leah also sat. Seth was munching on potato chips, and Leah, as usual, was leering disgustedly at nearly everyone in the room. Jacob barely took a second to answer.

“Then I will go wherever she wants to go. That’s it, I guess. I won’t be without her,” he stated finitely. “I don’t want to be without her.” The conversation ended abruptly as they all looked toward the bedroom. Everyone could hear Charla moving about in the bedroom, and muttering tiredly to herself. Upon hearing her shamble toward the door, eyes opened eagerly—even Leah’s—to catch their first glance of the newest addition to their circle. No one was expecting the tousled, sleepy, stumbling girl who awkwardly staggered into the room on shaky legs, wearing only a large gray t-shirt that she had stolen from Jacob. He sniggered. It was a nice fit on him, but she was practically swimming in it. The sleeve’s reached down to her elbows, and the hem of the shirt came past her knees. Charla paused at the entrance, rubbing her eyes, and yawning. Jacob rose immediately to kiss her cheek, and she blushed, avoiding the eyes of the other people in the room, who were looking on amusedly. “Everyone, this is Charlotte.”
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Paprika	By : Attitudinal Category: Twilight Series > Het Views: 7262 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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