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Chapter 7
I Know All About You
I woke up the next morning to an annoying alarm clock. It stopped going off all by its self. I rolled over and stretched, like I do every time I wake up. I felt my hand brush a figure.
Edward.
I smiled and unwrapped his arm from around my waist. I got out of the bed and made my way over to the bathroom. I closed the door behind me and went over to the toilet. I pulled down my pajama pants and held my cock in my hand while I aimed for the toilet. I thought about the gift I had decided to give Edward for Valentine's Days. I was so excited for the day that I would be able to give it to him. I finished my human moment and washed my hands. I dried them on the towel hanging from the towel rack and I exited the bathroom. I heard a deep growl come from my stomach. I decided that I would fix Edward breakfast before he left for work.
I made my way downstairs and into the kitchen. Walking in, I ran my hand over the marble counter tops and the stainless steel appliances. I was still fascinated with the nice materials they used to make this apartment what it was. I went to the refrigerator and opened the stainless steel doors. I made a list of everything I would need to make him breakfast.
Eggs. Check.
Bacon. Check.
Bread - I looked around the kitchen and my eyes came in contact with a bread holder. I went over and flipped the lid open. Check.
Orange Juice. Check.
I took the eggs and bacon out of the refrigerator and sat them on the counter. I bent down and opened the bottom cabinet when I heard someone running upstairs and my name being shouted. I stood up and listened to see if he was actually calling my name.
"Jasper!" I heard a strained voice yell while running down the stairs. The person checked each bedroom and bathroom on the first floor and finally decided to come check the kitchen.
"JASPER!" He yelled coming around the corner. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw me standing in the middle of the kitchen. His cheeks were stained with tears and confusion hit me hard. I went over to Edward and embraced him into a hug. He cried on my shoulder while I held him. I didn't know what was going on but we would get to the bottom of it.
"I'm sorry." He choked out. "I just...I thought you were gone..." He always woke up with me next to him but that did not explain why he was acting this way because I was not there.
"Are you sure that is the only reason why you are crying?" I asked, not wanting him to hear the skepticism in my voice.
"Yes," he uttered but his voice betrayed him. There was something he knew that I did not. Should I ask him about it? Should I let him calm down first and then ask him? I sure could not ask him right now when he was so vulnerable.
"Edward, sit down." I told him, walking him over to the kitchen table. I pulled out a chair for him and sat him down in it. "Calm down, okay?" He nodded his head and I went over to the counter and grabbed a paper towel. I turned on the faucet and wet the towel. Turning it off, I walked back over to him and stood in front of him between his legs. I wiped his face, freeing it from all traces of tears. "I'm going to make you breakfast. I want you to just sit here until I'm done, okay?" He nodded his head again. I had to admit, he was so cute when he was sad and crying but I did not like him having to bear this emotion.
I began to cook the bacon and eggs and made Edward a cup of coffee. I went over to him and sat it in front of him. I went back over to the stove and finished off the food. After it was done, I set it out on two separate plates and brought them over to the table Edward was sitting at. I placed a plate in front of him and sat down with mine. He picked up his fork and picked at the food quietly. I did not have much of an appetite either.
"Do you think you are calm enough to talk to me now?" I questioned moving the plate from in front of me. I sipped my coffee and raised my eyebrow at him. He nodded and also moved his plate out of the way. I threw him a reassuring smile, telling him to go on.
"There is something I have to tell you Jasper," he started, suddenly becoming interested in his entwined hands. "I know all about you, starting from when you were six." My heart skipped a beat. What did this man know? I forced a smile to tell him to keep going. "When you were six years old, you were kidnapped and sexually assaulted," he choked out as I stared at him with wide eyes. How did he know that?
"How do you know that?" I asked calmly. He shook his head and stared down at his hands, tears now dropping from his eyes.
"I was there," he stated now choking on the sobs that came from his mouth. He was there? That was not possible.
"You were not there, no one was there." No one that I remember. Well I really did not remember anything through the tears that had took over my vision that night.
"Leave me alone!" I kicked and screamed at the top of my lungs while the man grabbed my ankles. He lifted me upside down and placed each of my ankles in metal cuffs. I suddenly felt all of my blood rush to my brain. "I want to go home." There were a fresh batch of tears coming down my face. I was not suppose to be here. I was just a six year old boy that played on the playground and liked to eat ice cream for dinner. I wanted my mommy. I felt the blood still rushing to the top of my head. I cried at the top of my lungs when the man grabbed a roll of duct tape. I quickly muffled my cries before the man came over to slap the tape over my mouth while it was still wide open from crying.
"There is no such thing as home anymore." He growled rubbing my cheek. I flinched back from the touch of him. "Edward, get in here." He said just before the blood rushing to my head made me black out.
"Oh my god," I uttered in disbelief. Did he have something to do with it? What if he had hurt me when I was six? A ten year old could cause sexual harm to a six year old, right?
It seemed that he was reading my thoughts because he quickly choked out, "I promise, I did not do anything to you. I did not touch you, he just made me sit and watch." He? Did Edward know the man that had cause me and my family so many years of pain?
"Do you know who did it?" I asked him quietly as tears started to occupy the rims of my eyes.
"Yes," he whispered and if I was not sitting so close then I would have missed it.
"Who?" I uttered putting my hand on my stomach. It felt like the little food that I did eat was about to come back up.
He shook his head and looked up at me before a storm of sobs erupted from his chest.
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