Past Becomes Present

by Black-Roses-18

Bella has alway felt like things were never as they seemed. But things change when she pushes for the answers she craves. When they come out shes left wishing there was someone who could take away this pain, and in steps Jasper. SM owns Twilight, not me.

I own nothing but the twilight books on my shelves and the movies, sadly. SM own all rights to twilight.

Preface

"What's so different between me and him? Huh? The fact he looks just like you and I don't or that he does more sports and I'm at home keeping my grades up while he's barley passing three of his five classes?"

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about the fact that while I'm busting my ass trying to get good grades so I can get into a good collage, he's playing sports and always out of the house you act like I'm invisible."

"Don't speak like that young lady. And where are you getting this?"

"I'm getting this by the way every time I think I do something good and I think you'll approve you say 'That's nice' or 'Good for you' and that's all I get or I don't get any thing at all. But when he wins a game of something you scream 'Yea' and 'That's my boy' then take him out to dinner or buy him a new phone or game system or what ever the hell else he wants."

"I don't do that."

"That's bullshit and you know it. Everything I do, I do it to get your approval. I don't drink, I don't smoke, I don't go and get high, and I sure as hell don't have sex every other night. All of which he does on a daily bases. But you know that already because every time he comes home I see the look of disappointment on your face but you don't say anything at all. You congratulate him on the good he does and look over the bad. But if I do something bad you yell at me and look over all the good I do. And I've kept my mouth shut for to long now. I'm sick of all this bullshit and I want to know what is so different between us."

"Bella lets not do this here in front of every body."

"No don't fucking touch me. And I don't give a shit anymore about who hears this or not. I want to know now or I'll walk out that door and you won't see me again. Because apparently you haven't given a shit about me for a while to notice half my stuff is gone and I'm never here anymore. I have my own apartment and everything."

"What? I do to care about you-"

"No you don't. And I'm sick of living the lie you put on to make this a happy go luck family."

"Now you listen here missy. I don't know what you're getting at but it needs to stop."

"No. Why should I? All I want is the truth."

"And what truth would that be?"

"Why you treat me differently than him?"

"Because you're…."