Blow after blow rained down on me. He paid no attention to the tears streaming down my face and my constant begging to please let me go. My body doubled as he struck a swift jab to my stomach. I knew there was going to be a bruise or two there tomorrow. No different to usual I supposed. I looked up into the face of the man who I had once cared dearly for. Edward stood above me eyes as cold as a bleak winter day. There was no love for me there, No compassion, not a single glimpse of what a farther should feel for his daughter. Just hatred. Pure blind hatred.
After three more strikes to my abdomen and face, he spat at me, turning on his heel and slamming the door behind him. I curled up in a ball, wincing as I knocked my tender ribs with my knee, the tears still streaming down my face. I reached behind me, reaching down behind my bed to grab two of my most prised possessions. I lifted Jasper's vest to my face burying my head in the soft white fabric which smelt strongly of him, my eyeliner makings small black stains on the fabric. The smell of him on this simple piece of clothing was nothing compared to how he smelt in real life, but it was still a comfort to have it there, something to let me know that at least one person in the world cared about me still. One person would care if I lived or died. One person who knew me better than anyone else, who'd give anything to save me from the hell I was living in.
I pulled Jed out of Jasper's vest. Jed was all that Jasper's farther had left him before he'd left almost 17 years ago, Just before Jasper was born. Jasper had given me Jed four months after we first got together. As Jed was all that Jasper had left of his farther it was a big thing for him to give him to me. Which made it so special.
My phone buzzed next to me, as I snuggled Jed into the crook of my neck, taking a deep breath in of the scent of him. I reached my arm out, squealing slightly at the pain of moving my stiff shoulder, to grab my phone. Multiple texts from Jasper where waiting for me, the first a continuation from the conversation we'd been having on-line earlier that evening. Many of the rest simple texts telling me that he loved me, and the occasional one wondering where I was. Jasper knew me well enough to realise that if I didn't text back for at least an hour after he messaged something was wrong. The latest message was blank except for six words;
"Fight Back. Don't let him win."
I hung my head, tears still streaming silently down my face. It wasn't that simple. Jasper knew how hard it was for me to fight back against Edward. After years of abuse you just seem to give up. Like there's no longer any hope. Like nothing in the world really matters anymore.
It had just turned into a small inconvenience in the hell that I called a life.
Ever since I'd first met Jasper I knew that what ever we had was meant to be, from the first time we ever talked I knew that I could tell him anything. As hard as it was for me to trust people, he just seemed to be different. Jasper had known about Edward's abuse ever since we'd first started messaging on My Space. Two kids from what could only be described as difficult backgrounds, finding solstice in someone who knew what it was like to be them. It was a difficult relationship as we lived so far away from each other, but it was worth it, in the brief times we got to see each other we made the most of it, it was no surprise that I fell for him so that we didn't have our problems. Having grown up with the people who where supposed to love me, abusing me in anyway they felt like, gave me trust issues, with men and friends alike. Some of these problems seemed to be right with the boys I befriended and the friends I kept, The worst boy using me for sex and breaking up with me the very next day, and friends dumping me after boyfriends broke up with me. A few months before I found Jasper I found a small group of girlfriends who I knew I could trust, Angela, Bella & Rosalie where literally the only people who kept me sane.
I finally messaged Jasper back, a short message about how I was ok and it was no worse from usual, little was he to know of the bruises on my chest and stomach, which would hastily be slathered with Arnica Bruise Removal Cream for days before I was next set to see him, I'd never let him see the bruises. Or how badly Edward hurt me mentally as well. I knew exactly how much it would hurt Jasper if he saw how badly Edward affected me. I could never be seen to be weak in front of him.
I didn't need his pitty too.
AN: Sorry that this first Chapter's a tad shorter than my usual ones, but this drained me.
R&R if you like it because I can't decide weather to continue or not. =]