Moonlight (Jacob Black X Reader)

Chapter 7

     The next morning, I woke up and changed for the day. When I went downstairs for breakfast, my father was already in his uniform. He was sitting at the kitchen table and reading a newspaper when I came down.

     "Hey," I greeted as I got a bowl of cereal.

     He sighed, "Hey,"

     I looked over, and walked to the kitchen table. I looked over his shoulder and saw a news article about Waylon Forge. He was one of my dad's closest friends, and apparently, he was killed last night by a wild animal. I placed a comforting hand on his shoulder as I read with him, and understood how upset he was. 

    "I'm really sorry," I said quietly.

     He looked at me from his coffee and paused, "I've known him going on 30 years,"

     He looked back down at the newspaper in his other hand, and took another sip. He was pretty depressed about Waylon, and reasonably so. But something snapped in his head, and he put up a front.

     "Don't worry, we're gonna find this thing," he said.

     I looked into his eyes and saw determination. He wanted justice deep down. Other than that, he was worried for my safety, too. Whatever kind of animal this is, it can certainly kill.

     "In the meantime," he said as he reached into his pocket, "I want you to carry this with you,"

     He pulled out a can of mace just big enough to be put in my pocket.

     "I don't know.." I started.

     "It'll give your old man some peace of mind," he said, handing it to me.

     "Okay," I mumbled.

      He reluctantly pulled his own hand up to his shoulder, and held mine gently in gratitude. I let go, and continued to get ready for school. When I had gotten to school, I noticed Edward and his staring again. I just ignored it like usual. I'm used to it at this point. The day dragged on with the occasional chatter of students talking about Waylon Forge's attack the other night. It made me slightly uncomfortable, since he was close with my dad, but there was nothing I could do about it. After school I had noticed that the dent was still in the side of my truck, and it was a nice enough day to wash it. Once I had gotten home, I parked the truck right out front and grabbed cleaning supplies for the truck. I then began to start washing it with a hose, soap, and cloth. As I was scrubbing excess mud off of it, I heard a truck approach from the distance. I saw an old, tan chevy and Jacob with his father were inside of it. They pulled up and parked near my orange truck, and greeted me. Jacob opened the tailgate to get his father's wheelchair as I talked to Billy. Once Billy was in his wheelchair, I asked:

     "Hey. Come to visit your truck?"

      Jacob chuckled, and handed Billy a brown paper bag, "It looks good. Still got that dent, huh?"

      "Yeah, unfortunately," I sighed.

     "Actually," Billy said, "we came to visit your flat-screen. First Mariners game of the season. Plus Jacob here keeps bugging me about seeing you again,"

     Jacob shot daggers at his father and a blush creeped onto his cheeks from embarrassment.

    "Great, dad. Thanks," he said.

     "Just keeping it real, son," Billy said with a nod.

     Jacob rolled his eyes, but all I could do was smile. I was glad he wanted to see me and that he was here. I'm sure he was too. Then, from around the house, my father came about with cans of beer.