A/N: Hey, thanks for all the lovely reviews! Here's the next chapter, luckily this is a fairly quick update for you guys!

The next one may take slightly longer seeing as I will be in London for the next three days and school will be starting up again soon. However if I get lots of reviews I may try and squeeze another chapter out for you within the next week.

Again thank you to Rukaya :)

Also if you were wondering, the chapter title is from the song 'Save You' by Simple Plan.

I will post a playlist for each chapter on my profile when I get the chance!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Twilight… if I did I would be rich and have Jasper all to myself :)

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Chapter 6 – Save You

APOV

I just sat there for what may have been hours. I didn't know what to think, what happened to him? Although everything was starting to come together I needed an explanation, every night I would here his screams, everyday I would see the pain behind his eyes and now I've seen the evidence on his scarred body.

He didn't even give me a chance to take it in; he just left without a word. Thankfully I heard the door to his room slam shut which meant he hadn't tried to make his way back home.

I stayed in the bathroom for the rest of the night not knowing what to do. It seemed as though my body didn't have the strength to get up. I knew it was nearly morning due to the fact light rays of sun were beginning to streak in from the window, I assumed everyone decided to stay with Rosalie and Elizabeth last night seeing as none of them were probably fit to drive, and knowing each of their politeness they probably would stay until afternoon, helping to clear up and then maybe show Elizabeth around town so she could see all the changes that had occurred since they left.

For that I was thankful, I just wanted to be alone, I didn't want to see anyone and put on a brave face. Then I remembered my car MOT, I guess it would just have to wait another day or two.

Eventually I pulled myself up and took a glance in the mirror. My mascara was smudged down to my cheeks and my eyes looked tired, my dress; now crinkled, looked dirty from where it had gotten slightly wet and to top it off my hair was sticking out in even more directions than it usually did.

I hastily removed it from my body and turned on the taps to the large bathtub, I left it to fill as I retrieved some make-up wipes from the small cupboard attached to the wall above the sink, being my height I had to stand on the toilet to reach them. Slowly I cleaned myself up, scrubbing a little too hard as I tried to wash away everything that was left written on my face.

Once the bath was filled to the brim I carefully climbed in, letting the water submerge me as I let myself lie there, unaware of how hot it was against my skin. Again I washed every part of me thoroughly wanting to get his smell off of me completely but to know avail, I could still make out his scent and unfortunately for me it was just like a drug, no matter how hard I wanted to quit and get it out of my system I was addicted. Even though it caused me this much hurt I wanted more.

After the water began to turn cold I thought I had best get out, my body now all pruned and wrinkly from the amount of time spent in the wet. I dried quickly wanting to make sure I phoned the guy who was supposed to come and check my car before it was too late; I also needed to arrange with the company to get that done another time.

I darted to my room just in case Jasper decided to come out of his own and flung myself onto my soft double bed. I then swiftly grabbed the phone from the small bedside table and began to organize what was to happen with my precious Porsche.

After that was dealt with I dressed lazily for the first time, in pyjama bottoms that were far too big for me and one of my many white vest tops. I was in no mood to do my hair properly either, I quickly towel-dried it which made it spike slightly anyway. Once I was done I sat for a minute wondering what to do; I didn't want to leave my room until Jasper left; childish, I know, but I wasn't sure how we would react coming in contact.

I decided once again to pull out my sketch book and began to draw; every now and then I would get annoyed by going wrong and would press down to hard with my pencil letting the lead snap on the page.

"Arghh!" I huffed before chucking the book to the other side of the room in my vicious rage. Why me? Why did I have to be drawn to someone so unattainable? I realised along time ago that loving someone like Jasper wouldn't be easy. For starters I shouldn't have trusted myself to fall for someone I was so convinced on being 'the one'. I thought my vision of him was supposed to be some kind of sign, not only that but also all the family liked him, after knowing him from such a young age and I had already become great friends with his twin sister.

Everything seemed as though it would be fine, I just needed to spend time with him, to learn what made him smile, what music he liked, what food he hated; then maybe our friendship would turn into more. At one point I believed it would happen, his kiss said all of that in one go and I was sure he felt it too.

I looked at the clock again, it now read 2.14pm; no wonder I was so hungry, I may be small but I still eat. I contemplated whether I should go down or not.

"Fuck it." I whispered, I'm almost an adult, even if I do bump into him (which was probably unlikely to happen seeing his own stubbornness) it didn't mean I had to act like a five year old.

I slowly cracked open my door finding the hall clear and made my way to the kitchen. I walked in finding it empty; to my relief, I hadn't realized I had held my breath until I released it. I continued to the fridge when Jasper suddenly rose from the floor behind the large breakfast bar holding the spoon he had obviously dropped.

"Jesus, Jasper you scared the shit out of me!" I screamed.

I shut up quickly, looking at him, he too had clearly had a shower for his unruly hair was still slightly damp and he had changed into a pair of dark jeans and a khaki t-shirt.

"Alice…" He muttered before looking down to his feet.

"I… sorry about last night," I said stupidly looking to my left, unable to look into his eyes. "I just… I," I stammered

"Don't be." Jasper stated and began to walk past me. How could he just walk away, he could of at least said something, there I was making a complete idiot of myself when he was the one that ran out on me last night.

"What?!" I nearly shouted. He froze with his back to me for a moment until I grabbed his left arm, forcing him to face me. "So that's it, you're going to say nothing?"

"What do you want me to say?" He replied coolly.

"Anything!"

He remained silent looking at my hand, which still gripped his bicep, I dropping it instantly before looking back up into his eyes.

"Why won't you tell me? I want to know, you can't let something like that happen and not explain," I said more fiercely than I had intended.

"You don't want to know,"

"But I do Jasper; I want to know about you," Again he said nothing; he just remained staring at the floor, "Jasper, look at me,"

He raised his head for a second before dropping it again. I sighed and carried on.

"One minute you're happy, comfortable and completely relaxed, you have fun with us when we're out and can talk to Edward, have a laugh with Emmett and remain loyal to your sister. Yet behind closed doors you shy away completely; I hear you screaming every night and it makes me feel sick," He flinched lightly but I ignored it, "Sometimes when you smile I see the pain in your eyes, yet when I'm with you I'm more relaxed than I ever have been, or will be, you make me feel as though everything will be alright no matter what's happened, you may think you're the only one with problems, but your not." I finished there unable to say anymore, afraid of breaking right in front of him.

"Believe me Alice you have no idea of my problems," Jasper said after a short moment.

"Then tell me!" I insisted.

"I just can't Alice!" He nearly shouted.

"Jasper, I want to help you, save you from the misery I can see behind your face that I can't stop thinking about every fucking day!" I yelled, tears starting to obscure my vision, I blinked them away before he shouted back.

"You can't always save everyone Alice!" He looked at me straight in the eye, pain evoked inside knowing the pain he felt was for him, but also in fear of telling me, maybe afraid of what I would think; but I wasn't going to give up.

"Why not; why won't you tell me what's going on?" I whispered

"You don't understand, I don't deserve help; especially not from you." He said in a calm and serious voice.

"Fine." With that I left the kitchen as fast as my feet could carry me, scrambling up the stairs, by chin wobbling trying to fold it for a few more seconds until I reached my door, I yanked it open running inside before slamming it shut behind me. I flumped on the bed; my body weak once more as I stuffed my face into the pillow letting out all the emotion left in me.

JPOV

After leaving Alice in the main bathroom I ran to my room before going into my own; vomiting violently into the toilet. I don't know what was making me sicker; the alcohol, or the fact that Alice had seen me bare. Either way I was too ill to think about it right this second, after chucking up several more times I curled up tightly before sleep engulfed me.

I woke up with a pounding headache a fairly long time later, considering the circumstances the fact I had a dreamless sleep made it one of the best nights kip I'd had in a long time; that's until reality kicked back in.

Images of last night attacked me making me feel ill again. Alice had seen my scars; the look on her face said it all. The shock written on it was excruciating, I had to get out of there before I saw how disgusted and horrified she felt.

I remained in the bathroom for sometime feeling sorry for myself until I finally decided to haul myself up and brush my teeth, the taste from last night still present in my mouth. Once I'd finished I decided to shower, I could still sense the smell of alcohol and my clothes were filthy. I stripped thoroughly, trying not to look at my distorted skin before climbing in. It became all too familiar, times like these. Yet again I scrubbed harder than necessary; I got out as fast as I could, wanting to get out of the small space enclosing me. I wandered back into the room I had spent the last three weeks in looking at how late it was.

Involuntarily, my stomach let out a large rumble letting me know how empty it now was. I hesitated before deciding to go and give it the food it so badly wanted. I walked straight passed Alice's door, trying to completely ignore the fact she was here and headed downstairs.

I decided to have some cereal, grabbing a spoon from the draw, which was situated in the large island in the middle of the kitchen, thinking of whether they had any milk left in date. I went to stand managing to drop the spoon in the process.

"Typical." I said quietly, bending down to pick it up.

I got back to my feet to find Alice walking into the kitchen, clearly unaware of my presence.

"Jesus, Jasper you scared the shit out of me!" She gasped before turning to stare at me from across the room in a pair of baggy pyjama bottoms and a tight white vest. I looked down instantly trying to avoid any eye contact.

We remained like this before I realised I needed to say something…

"Alice…" Was all I could manage, it was probably barely audible. Again it was silent.

"I… sorry about last night," She said looking away from me. "I just… I,"

"Don't be." I cut her off before trying to make a quick escape; I couldn't have a conversation with her this soon.

"What?!" She yelled as I walked past her. I stopped, closing my eyes, letting out a breath, as I remained just standing there; knowing she was right behind me. Suddenly I felt her pulling my arm back, making me look at her, "So that's it, you're going to say nothing," It wasn't a question.

"What do you want me to say?" I asked; I had no idea what she expected from me.

"Anything!"

I looked to my arm that she still was holding it tightly, making her drop it as if it were a scorching hot potato. I still said nothing.

"Why won't you tell me? I want to know, you can't let something like that happen and not explain," Anger now flared across her beautiful face making me feel awful, but I still refused to let her know anything.

"You don't want to know,"

"But I do Jasper; I want to know about you," She said quietly, I just kept my eyes on my feet; I didn't know what to do, what to say. I wanted to be alone, "Jasper, look at me."

I looked up to see her piercing blue eyes look at me softly. I looked away soon after, I couldn't bare it; I felt as if I was torn into tiny little pieces that just couldn't be fixed and I knew now that Alice saw that in me, especially when she started her speech.

She explained how easily she read me, how she hears me every night, how I'm not the only one with problems. She clearly had no idea on the last part, she couldn't understand, no one can understand things like that unless experiencing first hand. The fact she heard my screams scared me, I probably looked pathetic, and maybe some part of her even felt concerned for me, sorry even. She shouldn't.

It was beginning to anger me now, no one understood, why couldn't they just drop the subject? I think I make it clear some things are best left unsaid.

"Believe me Alice you have no idea of my problems,"

"Then tell me!"

"I just can't Alice!" I yelled wanting to just leave this in the past and hope she would just forget what she saw.

"Jasper, I want to help you, save you from the misery I can see behind your face that I can't stop thinking about every fucking day!" I could see water fill her eyes, I felt like a complete ass, I hated the fact I was making her feel this way, but it's for the best, she needs to understand I'm not good for her and yet she's just told me that she cares, that she thinks of me just as much as I do for her.

"You can't always save everyone Alice!" I shouted.

"Why not; why won't you tell me what's going on? I want to help!"

"You don't understand, I don't deserve help; especially not from you."

"Fine." She whispered, her voice now on the edge of breaking, she waited hesitantly for a couple of seconds waiting for me to reply but I simply couldn't find any words left to say. Before I could stop her she turned and ran out to the hall back to her room slamming the door behind her. It wasn't long until I heard her muffled sobs; they cut me deep into the stomach, making me feel sick to the bone. I promised I would never hurt anyone again especially not Alice. I stood there for what seemed like hours just waiting for her to calm, praying that she would drift into sleep but she didn't. What had I done?

I thought maybe I should call someone; maybe Rosalie could help? She was a girl after all. Maybe she could understand her better than me, pull her out of the state I'd put her in… but part of me knew that Alice just wanted to be left alone, however I couldn't bring myself to leave now, this was all my doing.

I didn't know what I was going to do when I found myself walking directly to Alice's room. I paused momentarily outside of her door before gently pushing it open. Her room was perfectly tidy, aside from a large sketchbook crumpled on the floor by the window, with pencils scattered around it, nothing was out of place.

Alice lay in the middle of the bed, her face buried in the pillows hiding her cries.

"Alice…" I began not knowing where it would take me.

"Just go Jasper." She whispered, still refusing to look in my direction.

"I… I can't, Alice I don't know what this is," I said gesturing between us. "But I know I can't fight it anymore."
I walked over to the bed and knelt down beside her, reaching forward to touch her cheek, yet she still didn't seem to want to acknowledge me, so decided it would be best to leave her in peace.

I was about to open the door when she spoke.

"Don't leave me again," She whispered, her voice still trembling. I remained where I was, hearing her sob again. "Please."

I turned back, seeing her wide eyes linger on me, which were now puffy and wet. I continued over to the bed when she lay back to curl up in an almost fetus position, wrapping her arms around her small legs.

I don't know what made me do it, but something told me we both needed it as I slowly climbed in on the right side of the bed; lying down next to her as I faced her back. I shifted closer and hesitantly snaked my arm around her waist, hugging her tightly to my chest. We remained like this for about an hour as I let her sobs subside. Eventually she calmed down, exhausted after finally letting everything out; she snuggled to me, making me tense slightly, I took a deep breath, inhaling her exotic scent making me relax as she fell asleep in my arms.

A/N: Aww, I love the ending of this :')

Anyway… the next chapter WILL be Jasper's story, so you will finally find out what happened to him!

It's definitely going to be one of the hardest ones to write.

Gemma x

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