JPOV

I was almost asleep as I listened to the calculus teacher drone on and on about ellipses. Like I cared about them. Then I noticed Rosalie staring at me and tugging at her sleeve. I looked down and carefully pulled my sleeve back down over my arm. It had ridden up enough that a girl that sits beside me was staring at my scars. Oops. Emmett was also in the room, though he was practically snoring.

"JASPER, ROSALIE, GET OUT HERE NOW!" I jumped as I heard a familiar voice yelling from outside the building. I ran past a shocked teacher and whispering students to the window on the other side of the classroom. I looked around for a second and there he was. My father.

"Rosalie, you better come see this," I said, my southern accent becoming prominent and displaying my distress. She ran over to the window and cursed under her breath.

"What is he doing here?" she asked, looking at me. He was staggering towards the building we were in, apparently drunk, and a few of his friend were behind him.

"I thought he was in jail Rosalie, I have no idea."

"Excuse me you two, can you tell me who this is making this disturbance?" asked the teacher sternly.

"Yes, sir I can tell you exactly who it is," I said.

"Then would you mind telling me Mr. Hale," he said back, glaring at me.

"It would be our father, Sir," I replied.

"Carlisle?"

"No, our biological father," I clarified. Emmett went white in his seat.

"I SAID NOW YOU TWO, WE GOT SOMEWHERE TO BE," he yelled, stumbling closer to the classroom.

"I bet we do," I heard Rosalie saying under her breath.

"Weren't you two abused by your father?" the teacher asked, confused.

"Yes, and he was supposed to be in jail. I'm not sure why he's here," I said back.

"Well, then. Take your seats and we'll hope he goes away," he said. I took my seat right next to the door. I knew what would happen soon. He would bust in, say something rude and try to take us by force.

"I'M GIVING YOU ONE MORE CHANCE BEFORE I COME IN AFTER YOU!" I tried to ignore him. The other kids were whispering and staring at us and I could practically feel the stress and anxiety radiating off of Rosalie. She had more bad memories of him than I did. And he beat the crap out of me daily. But she went through much worse. He raped her. I wouldn't let that happen to her ever again.

Just then the door busted open and my father walked in looking like he owned the place. He zeroed in on me and yanked me up by my hair. I stood up and managed to get him to let go. I quickly took a few steps back. I wasn't afraid, but I wasn't stupid either. The teacher had decided to play dumb. Or maybe he just was dumb, I'm not sure which.

"And who would you be, sir?" he asked politely. Sometimes teachers disgust me.

"My nam—"

"No, let me introduce you, this would be our father, or should I say sperm donor, because you sure as hell didn't act like a father," I interrupted. Then I instantly regretted what I said because he pulled back his arm and slapped me hard enough to throw my head to the side. I just stared back defiantly.

"Now please, sir, we don't encourage violence in our school," the teacher said. I swear they can be so stupid. I looked back at Rosalie and saw her clinging to Emmett, who was staring at us in disbelief. Having been abused himself, he knew what it would be like to stare your abuser in the face.

"How did you get out of jail?" I said coldly.

"Good behavior, could you believe that. They actually thought I was remorseful for what I did to you brats. Ha," he said, laughing at his own internal joke, "Now come on, we don't have all day."

"And where exactly do you plan on taking us?"

"It's none of your fucking business where I'm taking you just go," he said grabbing me by my hair and pulling me out the door, "you too Rosalie. I haven't forgot about you."