Hello again! Hope Ya'll liked the first chapter. I know I got some views. (I'm not arrogant; the thingy tells me) I really hope you guys review. That'd help boost my confidence and encourage me to update sooner! Oh and also, this is and E/B story, but Jasper and Bella become good friends. Then, on to the story! XD
Oh, by the way, this is in Jasper's point of view. Yay for sparkles!
Chapter 2; Bella
JPOV
"Will you just shut the fuck up?" I yelled as the Jeep rolled to a stop. Emmett chuckled from the driver's seat.
Douche.
"Oh calm down Jasper. I know you're the over emotional one here but you don't need to freak out. That was fucking funny and you know it." Emmett looked at Edward as I glared at the back of their heads. Edward just rolled his eyes and laughed.
"Did you see the lady's face? Fucking A! She looked like she was about to piss her pants!" Edward roared.
Ladies and gents, now I shall introduce douche number two.
"Yeah, you almost killed some woman's cat. An asshole's wet dream." I snapped. Dammit. I'm usually not so wound up, must be the jet lag.
"Whoa, what's stuck up your ass?" Emmett threw his hands up in an "I surrender" gesture. "We're here, by the way." I looked outside to see an old worn down building.
"This is it? You've got to be shitting me. It looks like a ware house from a horror movie." I sighed as I unbuckled my seatbelt. "Tell me again why we're looking for a recording studio. If you can't remember, dipshit, you have one in your basement."
Edward gave me a look that said 'Isn't it obvious?' "We aren't going to go here. I just wanna check out the competition in the lesser Forks area."
"Then tell me, why oh why, would we do that today? I just got here yesterday, and why me?"
"They wouldn't suspect a southern boy. Now go."
Ungrateful asshole.
I walked up the steps to the front door, which, by the way, I'm pretty sure almost broke under my weight. Ever heard of solid wood? Anyone? As I opened the door, I was greeted by an old man with tan, leathery skin. His grey hair was braided back, and he stared at me as he leaned back in his wheelchair.
"Who might I owe the honour? I only ever have one guest here; Nice to see a fresh face. Not that," he said with a pause, "she isn't nice." Okaaay. So. He was an odd one.
I gave him my charming 'Southern Gentleman' smile. "While sir, I was just checking it out here. It's a very nice place by the way." Lie. As if to disagree, the picture of an Indian next to me fell off the wall and shattered.
He just roared. "I'm afraid sucking up doesn't work well here, but I'll tell ya' something. I like you, boy. You can look around here if you want, but try not to scare my only customer off." I smiled
"I'll try not to sir."
"Well, not like it'll change anything. Don't charge her anyway." He muttered to himself. I turned and wandered down the hall aimlessly. Pictures of Cowboys and Indians littered the walls. It made me smile; the country boy in me swooned at the old vintage photos.
"The plans that they have made? Because one day, I'll leave you; A phantom to lead you in the summer, to join the Black Parade. When I was a young girl my father took me into the city, to see a marching band. He said, "Girl, when you grow up, would you be the saviour of the broken, the beaten and the damned" I listened as the clear voice suddenly interrupted my thoughts, completely stopping them. I stumbled, in awe, towards the source of the voice. Ending up the end of the hall door I opened it; unable to help myself. What I saw surprised me. A brunette girl, about my age, was singing out with so much emotion. Her eyes were closed as her small hands glided over the keys. "I'm unashamed, I'm gonna show my scar. Give a cheer for all the broken. Listen here, because it's only. I'm just a girl, I'm not a hero. Just a girl who wanna sing her song. Just a girl, I'm not a hero. I don't care!" She continued to sing, and eventually her hypnotic voice stopped, but it was still ringing off the walls.
Suddenly, the girl turned and stared at me with a guarded expression. "Who are you? Did Billy let you in?" She asked. So that was the old dude's name. The girl shivered. That was odd. It wasn't that cold in here.
"My name's Jasper." I drawled. Suddenly I noticed a deep purple bruise on the girl's upper arm. Cursing, she quickly covered it. That piqued my curiosity. Raising my eyebrow, I looked back at her heart-shaped face.
"I hit it on the stairs. I'm really quite clumsy." I sure as hell didn't believe that. "Did you, um, hear that?" Her quiet voice inquired me.
Right. Back to the awesomeness that was her voice. "That was incredible! Who wrote that? I love how in the middle it almost changes songs completely." I rambled on like I was a complete idiot, but I could care less.
"Whoa, Jasper, calm down buddy," She gave me a small smile. "Uhm, I wrote it myself." She looked down, embarrassed.
"Your voice is so different. The song is kind of sad. Did your dad die or something?" That'd be bad. I probably shouldn't have asked, but I'm an ass so I did anyway.
"I can only wish." It was so quiet I wasn't sure she even said it.
"What?" I asked.
"It's nothing." She said quickly. I sat down on the brown couch, trying to make myself comfortable. "Are you in a band?" She suddenly asked. Albeit it was kind of random, but it totally distracted me. I was suddenly excited.
"Yeah, with my four other friends; I play bass and sing sometimes. Why?"
"I wrote a song a while back that would go perfectly with your voice. I don't usually share my music with people, by your not acting like an idiot so I'll let you see it." Whoa, that made me kinda feel special. I smiled as she grabbed a notebook from the top of the piano. She handed me a score sheet titled Break your little heart.
"I wrote this while watching an ex-friend of mine go through all these girls." She sighed softly. I didn't say anything as he read the words.
The words eerily reminded me of one of my own friends, but I ignored that. The words were insightful and I could tell she was obviously hurt by this said 'ex-friend.' I suddenly felt the urge to sing the song. "He hurt you to, didn't he?" I concluded. She smiled sadly and turned back to the piano.
"Let's just try it out. Sing it however you want." I stared at her for a second before nodding.
"Let's do this." I went into a kind of zone type thing. I'll be the first to admit it was fucking creepy, but awesome.
"Wide awake, my mistake
So predictable
You were fake, I was great
Nothing personal
I'm walking
Who's laughing now?
Who's laughing, who's laughing now?
I'm wasted, wasting time
You talk for hours
But you're wasting lines
A pretty face but the chase
Ain't worth the prize
I'm gonna break your little heart
Watch you take the fall
Laughing all the way to the hospital
'Cause there's nothing surgery can do
When I break your little heart in two
I'm gonna break your little heart in two
Party queen, cause a scene
So ridiculous
Little dress, maybe less
So conspicuous
You're falling
Who's crashing now?
Who's crashing, who's crashing now?
I'm wasted, wasting time
I'm moving on
But you're left behind
A pretty face with the chase
Ain't worth the price
I'm gonna break your little heart
Watch you take the fall
Laughing all the way to the hospital
'Cause there's nothing surgery can do
I'm gonna break your little heart
Show you to the door
Sew yourself shut
Now you're begging for more
'Cause there's nothing surgery can do
When I break your little heart in two
Don't be so sentimental, no
This is love is accidental, so
Give it up
This was never meant to be
More than a memory for you
I'm gonna break your little heart
Watch you take the fall
Laughing all the way to the hospital
'Cause there's nothing surgery can do
When I break your little heart in two
I'm gonna break your little heart
Show you to the door
Sew yourself shut
Now you're begging for more
'Cause there's nothing surgery can do
When I break your little heart in two."
"Whoa." Yup. She said it. That was fucking awesome.
"You can say that again." I told her with a grin.
"Whoa." I laughed. She was funny
"Smartass." She chuckled as I backed away from the mike.
She sat down and grimaced. Oh shit. Was she hurt? I opened my mouth to ask but she cut me off. "No actually, my name is Bella."
I grumbled. "Cool name, but I like smartass better." Bella just shook her head.
"Oh yeah! Come back Wednesday at the same time, and I'll make you a copy." She looked surprised at her own offer.
"Sure. " I grinned, excited, but remembered that the two douche-wads would be here soon. "I gotta go. See ya soon smartass."
"See ya soon country boy."
A/N Soooo. Like it? Please review. Oh and if you're wondering, Bella hides her abuse really well, and Charlie is cautious to have people find out. It's mostly rape. (D:)