Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, all rights go to Stephanie Meyer.

A/N This is Jasper's POV of When I'm with You, which is in Alice's POV. You could read this first, but it may be a little confusing…so if you haven't read Alice's POV I suggest that you do, but you don't really have to. Anyway I hope you enjoy this chapter! (:

Chapter One, Beaten, Bloody, and Bruised.

I woke up with the piercing screams of my sister. Her hair matted with sweat, her eyes bloodshot. She was sobbing uncontrollably.

"STOP! Oh please stop! You're hurting me! Ahhh!" Rosie screamed out.

I rushed to her room, trying to calm her down.

"Rosie! It's okay! Rosie you're safe!" I tried to comfort her. I always had a way of calming her down; more so than anyone else. My mother stood in the door way, tear stained. Rose was fighting me off but eventually the screaming stopped and she awoke sobbing.

"Jazz! He's here! Always! Every dark corner he waits for me! I can't shut my eyes jazzy! He's there! Waiting for me!" Rose yelped. I hugged her close to me. Trying with everything I had to ease her pain.

"I'm so sorry." My mother whispers from the hallway as she gave me a sad smile and left the room.

"Jazz?" She croaked. "Yeah?" She sniffles, "do you think I'll ever be okay again?" I tried to keep my own tears from brimming over my eyes. "Yes. I believe so with all my heart! And until you do, and forever afterwards, I'll protect. I messed up once, and I'm so sorry Rosie, but I'll never leave you unprotected again!" Rose smiled at me, "it wasn't your fault jazz. But I trust you; I know I'll be safe from now on. I'm sorry for crying so much." She started to get back under the covers. I kissed her forehead and wiped the little strands of her pale blonde hair away. "Sleep well Rose. I'll be right here." She smiled softly at me.

I took an extra pillow from her bed and lay down on the floor. "I'll always be here. I will always protect you Rosie." I promised quietly.

Soon I heard her soft snores, but I couldn't sleep. I just laid there, silently promising over and over again that I would become strong, learn how to fight, and never ever let anyone ever hurt anyone I loved ever again.

~000~

"Dad! Please dad, don't leave!" Rose was holding on to his suitcase crying. He ignored her pleads, "Rosalie get off of my stuff!" He yelled. "Don't yell at her!" Mom spat at him, then turning towards Rose, "Rose hunny, it'll be okay!"

HONK HONK!

A silver car pulled into our drive way, and a red curly haired woman stuck her head out the window.

"Babe! Let's go!"

HONK HONK!

Dad frowned at us, "Look I won't fight you for the kids. I just need a fresh start. I'm leaving you everything. Look at this as a fresh start for yourselves as well!" Then he walked out the door.

Mom and Rose sat on the floor holding each other, Rosie crying and mom looking dead.

~000~

The cold, hard hospital floor and the stupid clean white walls blurred. I was trying to hold myself together, but this was the second time in the last year I was sitting in this place hoping, praying, and worrying that someone was going to be okay. It was Rosie last time, but today it is my best friend Peter. He was in a car accident with his parents. They were all in surgery, and as soon as we heard, mom rushed us to the hospital; just me and her. This place is still too hard for Rosie to come to. Mom had gone to go get coffee and something to eat. We have been here three hours, and I refused to leave until I saw Peter was okay.

"Jazz?" Mom said quietly as she walked up to me with a handful of vending machine snacks, a water bottle, and a coffee. I quickly wiped my cheeks with my sleeve; I didn't want her to see me weak.

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!

I rolled over to see my alarm clock screaming for me to wake up. Every night for the past four years I have been haunted with the memory of that night. It begins with the first night after Rose was attacked, and we had that routine of her waking up screaming, me comforting her until she cried herself to sleep, and mom crying helplessly in the hallway. Our dad left a couple months after that, left with some lady named Victoria; we haven't seen him since. He gave my mom full custody of us, so he didn't have to pay a dime towards us. He was never home anyway, but Rose felt like it was her fault. She was walking home from a friend's house and a drunk nineteen year old walking home on the same sidewalk. She tried screaming and fighting him off, but he was stronger. She came walking in the house all beaten, bloody, bruised, and in complete terror. Mom panicked, and dad wasn't home, so I called the police. Then only three weeks after dad had left Peter was in the car accident. He made it through surgery, but his parents didn't. Peter ended up moving to Port Angeles with an aunt of his, but she got sick and couldn't take care of him so she gave shared custody to my mom; Peter has lived with us since.

"Jazz! Turn the alarm off!" Peter grunted, pulling a pillow over his ears. "Sorry, I kind of zoned out." Peter huffed, "You're always zoning out."

I hit the snooze button. I stood up and stretched out, as a cover for grabbing my pillow and tossing it at him.

"Wake up grumpy, we have training this morning!" I said in a fake excited tone.

~000~

Sweaty, sore, and tired, Peter and I were walking home from the gym. We joined a fight club a few years ago; and it was probably only because we were both tired of feeling helpless, but I don't like thinking about that. My thoughts were turning depressing when Peter interrupted me.

"Jasper, look at that, someone is moving in to that house." He pointed to the house that has been empty for as long as I can remember. We walk or drive down this road every day, whether it is from the gym, diner, park, Maria's, or the fight club. We only live a half a mile or so down the road. As we walked past the house a very tired girl flew out of the house, grabbed some shopping bags out of the car from the driveway and rushed back inside. The girl was absolutely beautiful, she was very petite with black short hair. I didn't get to see much of her face and what I did see of her face she looked exhausted, but she had the feeling of beauty and cheer around her. It was a happy, welcoming, safe feeling.
"Err Jasper?" Peter said, interrupting my thoughts again. I realized I had stopped walking. Pull yourself together, you have a girlfriend! I scolded myself mentally. Peter smiled, "She's definitely prettier than Maria. She looks nicer too!" My eyes widened at his words, and then he laughed, "It was written all over you face." I shook my head, "Whatever." And walked off without him; he laughed catching up with me. He grinned, "Race ya home!" Then he took off.

We wrestled each other into the yard; I had easily caught up with him. We fell to the ground, trying to beat each other to the door.

"Look at you two, acting like a couple of kids." Rosalie's amusing tone came from above us. I hadn't realized she had walked outside, and was standing a couple feet away from us. Peter and I got up from the ground laughing.

"Uhm Rose we are all still kids!" Peter said seriously, though he was laughing. Rose huffed, "We will all be legal adults within the next year!" I laughed, "That's not much time Pete, we better act like children as much as we can!" Peter looked at me and grinned, he punched me in the shoulder yelling "Jazz, you're it!" Peter took off running; and I took off after him waving to Rose as I left.

We ended up playing tag for a good thirty minutes, running after each other around the neighborhood. It was really nice to act like a care free child for a while. But that had to end, because we needed to get groceries. Ever since dad left all of us kids, including Pete after he moved in, we help mom with the grocery shopping, chores, cooking dinner, and once we got old enough to work, paying bills. Mom was sad that we had to help so much, but she was very thankful and relieved that we stepped and took each of each other. What else is family for?

"Hey Jazz, I'm going to go get food, you get the rest." I nodded as I went in the opposite direction as him.

We met back up in the checkout lane; we only bought as much as we could carry since we walked here. In hindsight it wasn't a very good idea. There was a very pretty woman checking us out, she looked really tired. Like that new girl earlier. I thought suddenly. The cashier didn't look familiar. Maybe she moved in with that girl? The woman was really nice as she cashed us out, asking us how our day was, smiling the whole type, despite looking so tired. She seemed like an extremely caring person.
"Have a good day boys!" She said as we left.

"Wow, she reminded me of mom." I said as we walked home. Peter nodded, "Right? I was thinking the same thing." Peter looked thoughtful, "We need to somehow make them friends. Your mom is always so stressed, she could use a girlfriend to talk to." I sighed, "You're right, we should ask Rose how to do that."

"WHOA! I am surprised you two thought of that all on your own." Rose said in a tad of an insulting tone. I smiled at her, "Yeah, yeah sis, we sometimes do things right. But how can we do that?" Rose looked thoughtful for a moment, "Uhm…Let's have one of us go to the store with mom every time she goes shopping" She stopped taking in our put out expressions, "I know that it is going to take a lot of extra work but it's for mom." That's true. Pete and I glanced at each other, looking a little defeated. "Now," Rose continued, "if we do that, we would have to make sure that she goes in" Rose stopped, "What's the woman's name?" Peter and I grimaced, "OH MY GOSH!" Rose threw up her hands, "Well looks like you goes are going to go shopping until you figure it out! Better hope she is working next time." She stormed out of the room muttering. "Well that went well." Peter said casually.

~000~

"AAAAAHHHHHH!" Rosie screamed out loudly, her whole body convulsing. "YOU'RE HURTING ME!" I tried to wake her up, "Rosie wake up! It's okay! It's Jazz! You just need to wake up! You're safe! I promise! Rosie!" But I couldn't get the image out of my head of her beaten, bloody, and bruised walking into the house looking as if all the good in the world was gone; and for her, I guess it was.

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!

My eyes snapped open. I sighed, relieved, that I was awake. I hated sleeping, hated seeing my twin sister in such agony. Rose doesn't have as many episodes as she used to, they are pretty rare now. I can hear her crying herself to sleep a lot though.
Suddenly a pillow was in my face, "Quit zoning out dude! I've been calling your name for like three minutes!" I moved the pillow to see a very disgruntled Peter. "Sorry Pete, we should probably move the alarm clock by your bed." Peter looked angry, and mumbled, "We're so stupid. We should of thought of this sooner!" as he unplugged the alarm clock and took it to the other side of the bed.

I laughed at him; he is always so grumpy in the mornings.

After getting dressed for work I went down stairs, to find a sad looking Rose.
"Hey sis, what's up?" I sat down beside her at the table. "Hi Jazzy." Rose was the only person who ever called me that. She sighed, "I'm just tired." She smiled at me, "Though, I am looking forward to work today. I'm training some new, and I am looking forward to intimidating her." I grinned back at her, "I'm sure you will scare the socks off of her." Rose laughed, "Yeah, but I met her yesterday and she was really nice, she was happy, cheerful, and all sunny like." Rose frowned, "But I think there is something wrong with her." She sighed, at my confused look, "She has that look in her eyes, that no matter what happens, she will never be able to sleep peacefully." I was about to ask Rose more about that, but she stood up. I could feel that she was done talking. "Pete's taking me to work this morning, and mom offered to drive you." She smiled, "See ya Jazzy."

About fifteen minutes later Mom and I were in the car, she was driving me to work. I told her I could have walked, but she said she wanted to talk.

"So what did you want to talk about mom?" I asked, because I could feel how hesitant she was. "Jasper, I just wanted to tell you something I have learned over the years, something I think I need to tell you now." She smiled slightly, "I don't want you to say anything, just think about this okay." She sounded a little nervous. I smiled and nodded. "Okay" she breathed out, "Jazz, there are some people in this world who are going to use you, and there are others who are going to love you, and then those who simply don't care. But be careful to notice the difference between those who actually love you, and those who are just using you; because sometimes we blur the two." She smiled at me again, "I hope and pray every day that each of you kids find your own personal sunshine, because your lives have become so dreary." I opened my mouth to tell her otherwise, but she spoke first, "Don't try to tell me it hasn't or that it is okay, that's not the point. The point is that I want you to find your sunshine." Her words were a little vague, but yet they held a lot of meaning.

~000~

I work at a bakery, and every time I walk in here I can hear Pete teasing me about how feminine it is that I love baking cakes, and other deserts; but he especially teases me about the uniform. But I can't help it, I have a major sweet tooth, and not to brag but I have some good talent in baking. I have to wear a pink apron though, but I don't really care. I love baking, so it's worth it.

BOUDO

The door chimed as someone walked in. I turned around to see who it was, and my mood fell a little as I saw who it was.

"Jazz!" A high pitched voice said in a fake cheery tone. "Lauren." I said calmly. She grinned, "I was wondering if you wanted to go out to lunch? I know you get an hour break." She grabbed my hand from across the counter as she said this.

BOUDO

I tugged my hand away from her, "No thanks Lauren." Lauren frowned, "But wh-" Someone suddenly cut her off, "Because he is going to lunch with me." I cringed at the voice; this isn't going to be good! "Maria." I said, but she ignored me, "I'll be in the car. You can drive."

She set the keys in front of me and walked out, causing the bell chime again. I sighed, as I ignored Lauren's upset face and went to tell Emily, my boss, that I was taking my lunch break. Emily was really nice, and of course wished me a good lunch. Only if she knew, I thought sadly.

The ten minute car ride to the diner was quiet, but I could feel the anger rolling off of her, I knew she was about to explode. Maria does this daily, and the best way to handle it was to be somewhere public, she is a lot calmer than when we are alone, or just in front of her friends.

I held in my sighs as we got out of the car and entered the diner. We sat down across from each other in a booth; Maria opened her mouth to start talking, but stopped. She just stared at me pouting, thinking over what she was going to say. She did this often, she would try to act all girly, innocent, and soft, and then next second a raging pit bull. I could see the emotions swelling in her eyes. Maria is going to explode. Just then our waitress walked over. I felt a sudden happy, cheerful, almost warm emotion as she walked over.

"Hello my name's Mar-" Maria cut off the waitress, "I do not care what your name is. I want water and a house salad with low fat Italian dressing." She barked out.

Here we go. I thought annoyed. The once happy waitress looked taken back by Maria's attitude.

Sighing, I ordered as well. "I'd like a coke and burger with fries." Remembering that since it wasn't Rose I had to tell her, "No cheese." The girl nodded her head slightly scribbling this down. "Okay I'll be ba-" again Maria cut her off "Yeah just leave." She waved her hand dismissively.

The waitress looked affronted, I felt terrible for her. The girl barely looked able to protect herself, so tiny and fragile. I had an unnatural craving to protect her, it wasn't the normal feeling I had around Rose, mom, or Peter, and definitely not the feelings I had towards Maria.

"Jasper Whitlock." Maria said sharply.

I looked up at her; she had interrupted my thoughts at a good time. Maria didn't need my protection.

She huffed at my non-reply, "Don't play innocent! I saw you two!" This time a sigh escaped, "Nothing happened" Maria glared at me, a glare that could rival Jane's, her best friend. We sat in silence, neither of us willing to talk. Suddenly I was thinking about what mom said earlier, about those who love you and those who abuse you. You know Maria doesn't love you…is that what mom was talking about his morning? My thoughts were interrupted by a beautiful sound.

"Here is your drinks, I'll have your food here shortly." The waitress said, but she wasn't sticking around to talk; she just simply walked away. I felt sad and cold as she did. I looked away from where she went walking off to see Maria looking ticked, "Why were you looking at her like that?" I frowned at her words, "Like what?" Maria's face twitched, "You really don't know how you were just looking at her, do you?" she snapped at me.

I thought about Maria and my mom's words for about ten minutes when waitress brought back our food, and I realized it was the girl who Pete and I saw moving in yesterday. I wanted to say something to her, but I didn't have anything to say to her. I needed to get my feelings together, I have a girlfriend… I thought about this as I ate, since Maria was silently ticking away until she would explode.

The waitress came back a few times, and she seemed to realize we were not in the mood to talk. I was just thinking about that I should pay attention to her name tag when Maria suddenly spoke after almost a half hour of silence.

"I saw you and Lauren." She said sharply. I looked her in the eyes, "Nothing happened." She huffed, "Don't lie to me Jasper!" I was holding in a sigh, "Maria sit down. We can talk about this, without yelling." Maria scoffed at my words, "Oh no! Whitlock!" She yelled my name as it was a dirty word, "We will no longer talk about this your way! If you can handle a fight you're not man enough!" Her voice was reminding me of my mother talking about people just using you, you're so stupid Jasper, for ever thinking she loved you! I shook off those feelings, and thought about how surprising it was that this was all she was going to do. I expected her to start cursing, and hit me a couple of times; but we were in public and Rose is here.

I tried calming her down "Maria please sit down. I wasn't talking or loo-" Maria cut me off, "Oh really! You weren't looking at Lauren? Don't you dare think that I didn't see you talking to her!" She screamed, standing up throwing her hands around. She accidently, or maybe not so accidently, knocks her water into our waitress who just showed up at the wrong time. I felt an angry fire burn inside of me, a strange feeling, but it was very familiar. But Maria interrupted that thought. "Call me when you're man enough to a: admit what you did! And b: freaking apologize for it!" She grabbed her purse as she walked away; but she stopped, turned around, glaring "I won't wait long." Then she left.

I felt so angry, and it felt so familiar. This is how you feel every time you dream… The little voice in the back of my mind reminded me. I didn't understand this, and I felt numb.

What does this mean? Everything around me disappeared as I tried to figure out my own emotions.

A/N Okay firstly, I don't have a beta, for either of my stories, so I apologize for any grammar errors. Secondly, I was going to post this in a few weeks, but I was feeling a little guilty with Jasper barely being in When I'm With You; well yet (;

So I will post the chapter of what happened on the day Alice got hit in the face with the diner door, and when Jasper punched Edward. (: But that'll all I am going to say… I hope you enjoyed this!

Comment, follow, or/ and review please! It's a little nerve racking posting your stories out there, especially since you don't know what anyone is thinking without them saying something… I'm not Edward guys, I cannot read minds. (: So I'll appreciate any feedback, even if it is critical! (: