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Chapter Ten

I glared at the door like it was intruding on my privacy. I had told them I didn't want to see anyone.

"Angel?" A voice drifted through the door.

I knew only one person who called me angel-Jasper. I jumped up and flung the door open. He flinched as the door slammed into the wall. I blinked at him like he had three heads then threw my arms around his neck and just sobbed. I had never been so happy to see someone in all my life.

Two weeks' worth of pent up fear and frustration came flooding out. Jasper held me, stroked my back while slowly leading me to the bed and sat down with me. He sat in silence until I had finished crying, but I had nothing to say. There was nothing I could tell him that he didn't already know. I was tired of having to fight all the time, tired of being too afraid to leave my room in case Edward really did try something worse than leaving dead animals for me to find.

The police still hadn't caught Edward, which cemented my theory on the disguise even more. I lived in a big town, but there were only so many places to hide in before he should be found. But they had looked everywhere. And there was no way that he could have skipped town because his picture was everywhere-in newspapers, flyers, saying he was wanted for questioning. Someone was bound to have seen him but nothing. I also didn't think that he would leave as it would be too difficult for him to continue his little vendetta against me. He would want to stay near by.

"I don't know what to do, Jas. Everywhere I turn I expect to see him, waiting for the right time to take it up a level," I sighed.

"I know, Bella, but we're going to have to ride this through. I'm with you every step of the way. There's no way he's going to hurt you, not while I'm around. I won't let him," he said.

I knew he meant it but what could he do? What if Edward decided to come after me with a knife or a gun? He wasn't stab or bulletproof.

"Even if he came after you with a knife or gun, I would still stop him," he whispered.

I blinked at him. Had he just read my mind? I had picked on the we part in our conversation, and it made me feel safe and secure, but I still worried. We just sat on the bed together in silence, comfortable in each other's company without the need for words.

Someone knocked at my door and I opened it to find my dad there. He asked if Jasper wanted to stay for tea. He declined saying he had already eaten. Weird to say as it had only just gone four o'clock. I was about to say I didn't want anything either when Jasper nudged me.

"You need to eat, Bella. I'll still be here providing your dad doesn't mind me waiting here for you," he said looking at my dad.

He smiled and said that it would be fine if Jasper waited up here, as long as I promised to eat a decent sized meal rather than nibbling at my food. I agreed-I would have walked over hot coals if it meant that Jasper could stay until I had eaten my dinner. It was times like that when I adored my dad-he was the best. Although I really thought that Jasper could read my mind at times.

I followed my dad downstairs to the waiting arms of my mother. She wrapped me in a bear hug, then blubbed about how pleased she was to see me out of my room and going for dinner. I smiled meekly at her and went to the kitchen. They had made my favourite-spaghetti carbonara, with extra ham chunks and parmesan cheese. I grinned and sat down to eat. I wolfed the whole thing down and asked for seconds. I hadn't realized how hungry I was-skipping meals for days on end could do that to a girl. I polished off that dish as well then raced back up to my room to the waiting smile of Jasper. I flung myself on the bed and laid my head in his lap. I drifted off into a peaceful and dreamless sleep.