Rated M for mentions of Sexual assault, physical violence, angst, language and possible sexual situations...You have been warned
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A/N Shrugs shoulders and hides face sheepishly
Sorry about the short update guys...aaaand the amount of time it took to update, but shit happens, at least I'm updating now right?
Chapter Seven JPOV
I am a monster.
An asshole.
A piece of dirt clinging to the bottom of Alice Cullen's pristine white shoes.
I should have been supportive of Rosalie and her decision to make a new friend, she had been so wary of people since the incident back in Texas and I knew that this was a massive step for her.
I should have gritted my teeth, shaken his hand and kept a careful eye on him at all times, but instead I'd allowed my temper to get the best of me and now Rosalie was alone with a strange man with no one there to protect her.
Almost as bad, I'd taken my anger and frustration out on Alice Cullen, a girl who had never been anything but sweet to me. I can still picture the pain and shock on her beautiful face and I wanted to punch myself for putting that expression on my Alice's lovely face.
Wait.
My Alice?
Where the fuck did that come from?
And more importantly why was I still thinking about Alice when Rose was alone and unprotected by a man who was almost twice her size? The vindictive side of my nature argued with me to leave her, to let her realise her mistake herself and learn her lesson the hard way but the protective side, the one that had been the catalyst for all of my decisions over the past eighteen years was screaming at me to find Rose and save her. From what exactly I wasn't sure yet I knew that she needed saving, she needed me to look after her.
Then I thought back to what she had said to me, she didn't want me to save her. I'd make nothing but bad decisions my whole life and everyone was better of without me, even Rose.
RPOV
"Come on Jazz, where are you?" I muttered to myself as I tapped my foot impatiently on the sidewalk.
School had been finished for almost an hour and Jasper hadn't returned since he'd stormed off at lunch. I'd sent him an array of text message apologising and asking him where he was but he hadn't replied, if it had been anyone but Jasper I'd have said "screw it" and driven off by now but I couldn't do that to Jasper especially not with how guilty I felt about saying all those horrible things to him.
My guilt was made worse by the fact that I couldn't bring myself to regret the decision to get to know Emmett Cullen, he was smart, funny and attentive and best of all he had introduced me to what I knew would be the best friend that I would ever have. I was so occupied with my thought of Emmett and Alice that I was paying no attention to the phone sitting in the palm of my hand and as such almost dropped it in fright when it began buzzing.
I flipped open the screen and read the short message from Jasper that stated that I shouldn't look for him, he'd come home when he was ready; mulish Jackass.
I bit my lip, Jasper had a massive stubborn streak and I knew that it could be days and possibly even weeks before I heard from him. Whist I knew that he could take care of himself physically I couldn't help but worry about the damage he would do to himself mentally. He had a habit of berating himself for each and every little thing that could be misconstrued as his fault and after the cruel things I had said to him today I knew that he would be bullying himself into a state of severe depression.
So now I was faced with the decision of finding Jasper; a feat that would no doubt be next to impossible if he didn't want to be found, or going home and explaining to our father why Jasper was missing and facing the consequences of his anger.
Maybe it was fate, maybe it was the pure hopelessness of my situation, maybe it was that for the first time today I'd actually gotten close to someone and it had felt right, or maybe it was simply instinct but once I reached the driveway to my new house, I kept driving, all the while following the sketchy directions that Emmett had given me today whilst describing his home and the long trip to get there.