A/N: Hey everyone, this is my second story on here, and I'm excited to share it with you all. Feel free to give me any criticism that you see fit. This fic is inspired by a banner that I saw from Aly130 go check out her stories here, they're awesome. You can find the banner on my wordpress. .com. While your there, you can check out other ways to get in touch with me. I like talking to people. Without further ado, away we go...

Important Info: This story is in all Bella POV, is a Bella/Jasper, and there will be very minimal dialogue. Mostly everything will be based on observations, body language, which I will describe as well as I can. That's just how I pictured this story, minimal dialogue.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, its characters, or any publically recognizable content. I just use it for my amusement.

Torturing Me

Prologue

Bella POV

He was torturing me. With everything he said, with everything he did. I had the opportunity to leave. I could have been happy. Safe. But I stayed. I don't know why I stayed, or how I managed it, but I did. Jasper and I were always like this, fighting back and forth silently. He would ignore me, I would ignore him. He would give me one word answers, I would do the same. He would cheat, I would cheat. It's how we were. No one really understood it. Hell, I didn't understand it. Edward would have been a much better choice. A more stable choice. A safer choice. I remind Jasper of that every chance I get, just as he reminds me.

I once thought, when we first started dating, that this was the only way to live. That all couples were like this. But then, I saw Emmett and Rose, Carlisle and Esme, and I accepted that we weren't all that normal. For one, I was a human, and he was a vampire. Then, we went to visit Peter and Charlotte, and I could no longer explain why I stayed and put up with what I did. Peter had the same early life as Jasper, as did Charlotte, and neither of them acted like Jasper or I. When we fought, it was almost savage. There were times, in the beginning, I feared for my life, and I know he played off of that, enhanced it even. It was a high for him, he got off on it. Knowing he instilled such fear into his human girlfriend, but that she still loved him, wanted him.

The family had to intervene, once. Sometimes, I think Jasper let them intervene. We were yelling, about something stupid, arguing over a bedspread I think, and it got so heated, and became about everything but the damn bedspread that he was in my face, eyes black as night, spewing venom with his words. He had me pinned to the wall, and as I tried futiley to push him away, noticed his eyes going to my jugular. He was pumping tons of fear into me, and I didn't know where mine stopped and his ended. All I knew was that my arms were going numb, I could barely see anything anymore, and I was welcoming the death he was surely to deliver me. Emmett and Carlisle rushed into the room just as he was getting ready to bite me. It took all of their combined strength to pull him off of me, and even then, they had to bring him outside to hunt.

Things got better after that, he was kind, tender, never raised his voice. For a while. Then he got bored, I got bored. We needed something to fill our time when the family was around. And we started fighting again. Now it was more about Edward, and how he was better for me, and why didn't I just choose Edward? Jasper would ask me, pain in his eyes and voice, all of his emotions for me projecting into the room. I knew Jasper felt guilty over what had happened, but he would never admit that, to me or himself. To admit that would be to admit that he was weak, and Jasper Hale, no, Whitlock, was anything but weak. He begged with me, pleaded with me, tried to bribe me into breaking up with him and giving Edward a chance. No, I'd tell him, shaking my head back and forth furiously, I can't do that, can't leave you.

So, he made the choice for me. He left. He ran south, to Peter and Charlotte. He ran where he knew, where he thought, I wouldn't follow him. But he was wrong, I would follow him anywhere, to Maria to be sacrificed, to the Volturi to be killed, to hell to burn alone, and I would follow him to Peter and Charlotte's house, I would follow him home.

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