Chapter Three: The Unexpected
AN: Just a short one in between my World history and Literature homework. Thank you to all the people that have added this story to their favorites already. Shout out to Midnightsummer14 for being my new favorite and to my BFFEaEaEaE-times-infinity Marisa for being jealous. TEEHEE
Disclaimer: If I owned Twilight, Jasper would be the main character. Ergo, I (very depressingly) do not own Twilight.
After a quick hunting trip and a visit to my good friend Jenks; Peter Char, and I set off in the direction I was being pulled: north. We passed through Arkansas, Oklahoma, Kansas, Colorado, Utah, Idaho, and Oregon until the pull ceased in Washington, just south of Sol Duc Springs.
Peter concentrated and took point, confidently leading us to Forks. I could scarcely believe that my mate had been so close the whole time. The Major in me could've told me if I hadn't locked him away. Damn Alice. But it was partly my fault, too. And I'd never forgive myself for that. I ran determinedly, watching Peter's every move and trying to decipher where we were headed. And before I knew it- yet somehow not fast enough- we were standing directly outside my mate's house.
I looked around eagerly and nearly fell to my knees in shock and disbelief. All this time, and she had been closer than I'd ever anticipated before. We were standing directly outside the house of one Isabella Marie Swan.
Shit.
Bella's Point of View
Empty. That was the only word that even came close to how I'd been feeling. This was the kind of heartbreak everyone should avoid.
As much as it pained me to admit, I knew that if it was just Edward that had left, I would've survived. It would've stung like a million volts and I'd have been broken for months… but not empty. It was really more focused on the fact that the whole family left, without eve saying goodbye. Not a letter, a word, a hug, postcard… nothing. The people I'd referred to as my family basically disowned me and left me to the wolves: literally.
But the thing that would've shocked me the most was how much I missed one in particular. It wasn't Alice. It wasn't Emmett. It wasn't Esme, Carlisle, or even Edward. It was Jasper. But it didn't shock me; I was empty. I felt nothing but the emptiness and I lived my days as a zombie. I went through the motions and allowed my mind to take a backseat as I stumbled through reality.
All that changed in less than a week, four months after they'd left, one returned. And he said I was his angel.