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3 Days Later in Forks— Isabella Swan's Kitchen

Jasper followed Bella Swan home. She was supposed to attend the after funeral luncheon with the family but broke down. She didn't feel like she could go and without Bella there, he didn't feel like he could either. He went in his own car, just ten minutes after she left, explaining to Esme and Carlisle that she meant no offense and that he wanted to go check on her. Edward pulled him aside, he had wanted to go too, but new he couldn't leave.

She was turned away from him, her blazer and skirt looking lovelier then she had in a while. It was an outfit Alice had forced onto her body. Bella wanted no part in it. Everything is more precious after someone dies. Bella was fingering through a newspaper on her kitchen counter not looking towards him.

"What are you doing here, Jazz?"

"What are you doing here, I think is the more important question."

She shrugged.

He sighed.

"I'm not going to push you like everyone else Bella. I'll let you be." He shook his head. She still hadn't turned around.

"You're the only person that isn't forcing me to talk about it. I need to be alone or around someone who isn't trying to make me— talk about it. Not even her, but you know, the police; they wanna' know exactly how it happened, what she said, what she looked like. I can't do that anymore. But— it's all I think about." He realized.

She turned around, her eyes dry. "They weren't going to make you talk about it there. Not right after the funeral."

"Then I suppose I'm here for the same reason you are."

"And what's that?" She said smartly.

He hesitated. "I don't know. I don't know why I'm here at all."

Bella gave a slight nod and walked past him towards the stairs. He followed her silently, walking up behind as she took off her heels, sighing. They got to her bedroom and she took off her skirt and shirt replacing each article on her body with warmer, more comfortable clothes. They were both so out of it, so not caring about anything else. When she layed down Jasper took his shoes off and lay next to her, pulling the covers over them.

She was facing away from him a foot away on the bed.

"What are you thinking." He whispered as he pulled her close to his body.

"I'm not."

"I can't stop thinking." Jasper admitted.

"Well try." He didn't have to look at her to see her lips pursing in discontent.

Tears flowed out of him silent and sudden. He pressed his face to her back his mouth open wide in quiet sob. She put her hand on his which was covering her belly.

"I miss her. Where is she?" He babied.

She ignored him. He kicked his legs at her and she tightened her hand on his. He kept kicking out at her legs and feet, his tears no longer silent.

"Fuck!" He whimpered. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."

She elbowed him hard suddenly and he snatch his hand away grabbing her hips and trying to throw her away from him. She say up quick and turned towards him, her own tears and puffy cheeks revealed. She slapped him and he slapped her back. Violence born from violence. Give and release. So strange, that they needed this.

She sat still suddenly, breathing heavy, her hand on her cheek looking anywhere but Jasper.

"I know you were in love with her." He suddenly exclaimed. She stayed silent, her jaw shaking, still not looking at her one of her closest friends.

"I saw the way you looked at her." He stood up, putting his shoes.

Bella looked directly into his eyes. "Did you see the way she looked at me, Jasper?" She spoke coldly.

He shook his head in disbelief. "You two, you were never..." He denied. "You're with Edward!"

She stayed quiet.

"So what you just had sex with Edward— for what?" He screamed. "You can't do that Bella! You can't miss her more than me! She was mine!" He wiped his forehead in denial. "She was the love of my life, not yours!"

"Get out! Please just get out!" She pointed at the door with a stern finger.

"No!"

"Yes! Get out." She lunged at him. He took her in his arms as she punched him.

"I'm sorry, Bella." He cried.