Jasper liked to think no one knew where he was going, when in reality they all knew. They knew that when he left for days at a time he was heading south to Mississippi, to the asylum that had been left in the dark ages. They knew he was watching the poor little 'crazy' girl.
They knew, but they didn't mention it. It was hard sometimes, especially for Rosalie, she had to hold her tongue, hold her sarcastic comments in. One human in the family was bad enough, but two? Bella had made herself right at home but at least this other girl was behind bars
Jasper couldn't help himself. There was something about the girl. Something drew him in. He knew he shouldn't intervene in the human's lives, hell he'd given Edward enough flack over Bella, but he wasn't intervening, not really. He was only watching her. Testing himself. That's what he told himself. He was getting better around the humans at school; he could go longer without hunting now too.
"The asylum had not moved with the times. The world had grown up and moved forwards without it. The 'treatments' they used there were barbaric, the staff there were monstrous. The world had forgotten about the small town in Mississippi, they'd forgotten or they just didn't.
Alice cared.
It was Alice's life.
She was stuck in that hellhole. She was tortured daily, she was starved, mocked, beat, left in the darkness days on end. No one cared for Alice. She was lost to the world and she had started to lose herself.