The next day I woke up early as we were going to pick all my stuff up from my old home. I was kind of nervous, just in case he was there what would I do, I was also looking foreword to getting rid of him once and for all, leaving what few but very painful memories I had in that place.

I met Edward and Emmett downstairs in the kitchen, they were chatting about the winter dance.

"So Jasper, are you taking Alice to the winter dance?" Edward asked me as I sat down.

"Well I haven't asked her yet, but I was going to ask her later on tonight once I was unpacked." I said as the two of them looked at me.

"I think its great that Alice has someone like you Jasper, she's been waiting so long for someone its almost painful to watch her get through life alone." Edward said before taking a sip of his coffee.

"What do you mean?" I asked looking at him curiously.

"Well, Alice has always been someone to look on the bright side of life. But we could all tell that she wanted someone to be with her, there's only so much that family can do. She's been around couples for years now and she's always been the odd one out if you get me. Emmett and Rosalie started going out when they were freshmen and me and Bella started going out when she moved here at the beginning of us turning Juniors." Edward said as he leaned over the breakfast bar towards me.

At that point Carlisle walked into the kitchen.

"Ok lads, are we ready?" he asked smiling brightly. We all nodded. "Ok then, lets go." he finished, and we all made our way to our vehicles. Edward and Emmett set off in Bella truck, and me and Carlisle followed closely in Emmett's jeep.

It was a quick journey there as my house wasn't too far away. Once we got there I started feeling nervous, what if he was there, what would we do, what would I do?

We all got out of our vehicles and first we loaded my bike into the back of Bella's truck, well Emmett and Edward did, Carlisle said that I shouldn't help or I might aggravate my stitches.

Once the bike was loaded up, we all walked to the front door, it was closed but not locked. I opened the door quietly and slowly walked in, there was no signs of life in the house, in fact it looked as if no one had been in here for a few days.

We were all quiet as they followed me up stairs and into my room. Luckily I still had all my suitcases and boxes from when we first moved in.

We were as quick as we could be, Edward put all my CD's and Records into one box, Emmett took my laptop, stereo and guitar down to the jeep, whilst me and Carlisle packed all my clothes into my suitcases. When all my clothes were packed, Carlisle took them down to the jeep as well.

I picked up an empty box and started clearing my desk, taking everything out of the drawers and taking a small box out that was under my bed. Edward took down my posters for me and put them in the box as well, Emmett and Carlisle came back up to pick up the last few boxes and took them down to the truck, whilst Edward searched my room for anything that we may have missed, I went into the bathroom and collected anything that was mine.

Everything was packed and down in the truck and the jeep, me and Edward walked down the stairs and towards the door. I then noticed a picture on a table next to the phone, it was a picture of my mother, I grabbed my motorbike jacket and helmet and the picture and we set off to Emmett and Carlisle who were waiting patiently for us.

We made our way back to the house and started unloading everything, Emmett put my bike in the garage whilst me, Edward and Carlisle took my stuff up to my new room.

We put all the boxes down and went back down to the jeep to felt the rest of my stuff. It didn't take very long to get all my belongings into my room, and once everything was in Edward and Emmett said bye and made their way to school.

Carlisle then helped me to unpack, Carlisle put my clothes away in the wardrobe whilst I set up my stereo and my music collection. After all the major stuff was put away we started setting the few items I owned and found them new homes.

I placed the picture, the only picture, I had of my mother on my bedside table. I looked closely at the picture, the painful memories of here passing came flooding back to me. I shut my eyes tightly to force them back out of my mind, but nothing happened, they were more vivid than ever.

"Jasper?" Carlisle's voice caused me to open my eyes, I looked up at his worried face.

"Is everything alright?" he asked me softly, I slowly nodded.

"Yes." I muttered, my voice sounded weak as I spoke that one word. I turned from the picture and sat on my bed, Carlisle watched me curiously for a while.

"Do you want me to help you finish off in here or are you alright?" he asked me.

"No it's ok, I can finish off. Thank you for everything, Carlisle." I thanked him, he just smiled warmly at me and then took his leave, I watched him close the door quietly and I placed my head in my hands and sighed heavily, my eyes started to burn.

I stayed in that same position for hours, as I let my tears calm down. I rubbed my eyes furiously attempting to get rid of any evidence of my sadness. I looked back at the picture, I picked it up from the table and held it in my hands, I could feel the tears return to the corners of my eyes.

I was brought out of my thoughts quickly when there was a soft knock on my door. It opened slightly and Alice popped her head round.

"Is it ok to come in?" she asked me, I rubbed my eyes again, they burned from the friction of my bandaged hand.

"Jazz, what's wrong?" she asked me softly as she closed the door and walked over to me, she sat down close next to me on my bed. I could feel her eyes on me, and then they went onto the picture frame that was held in my hands. Alice must of picked up who it was in the picture as she wrapped her arms around me and brought my head down to her shoulder.

The smell of her fragrance helped me calm down, she smelled like fresh spring flowers, it was intoxicatingly good.

"I miss her Alice." I muttered shakily as I looked back down at the picture. I could tell she felt a little uncomfortable as she wanted to ask me a question, but I wanted to tell her, some how I knew it would make it feel a little less painful if I talked about it.

"She was murdered Alice, brutally murdered." I whispered answering her unspoken question. I handed her the picture so that she could take a closer look.

"She was raped then murdered, I remember the police telling me what happened. I was twelve, and I remember my step father showing me no signs of pity. I remember his words to me. He, he told me to accept what had happened and get over it." I could feel my blood begin to boil as I finished, the anger that filled my body was intense.

I felt like I needed to hit something, my fists had balled up so tight that the bandage that were wrapped around my hand began to rip slightly, my nails dug into the healed gash that was on my palm, forcing the new skin to break and send blood flowing through the bandage and run through my knuckles.

I felt no pain, just rage. My jaw was clenched and my eyes were shut tightly, my forehead had creased and forced the stitches to pull, and rip at one end. I could feel the warmth of my blood start to trickle down the side of my face.

"Jazz." Alice said soothingly, I felt her hand rest on top of my damaged one, my eyes opened slowly to look at her hand on mine. My fists loosened and the rage was replaced almost instantly with the pain from my hand and my forehead. Alice moved so that she was knelt down in front of me, she put the picture frame back onto the small table and looked up at me, I looked into her dreamy eyes.

"Jazz, talk to me, it will help." she said softly, I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.

"Ever since she died, I've always felt that there was a missing piece of my life. When she was alive she was the only one who looked after me, who cared about me, and loved me." I muttered sadly. I felt Alice's hand touch my cheek gently.

"I've never felt happiness after she died, I felt so lost, so depressed. It took a lot to make it through anything, just the thought of living through another day feeling this miserable made feel like I was dieing slowly and painfully inside." I opened my eyes and looked at Alice as she listened to me carefully.

"But now everything's changed." I said softly as I took her hand with my good one.

"In what way?" she asked me as she looked at our hands joined together.

"Because I have you, your joy and love has pulled me back together. Now I have a reason to live, and that reason is to spend every possible second of it with you. I love you so much, it takes all the pain away. You've made me into someone who I've dreamed of becoming my entire life, a man who's happy, who's in love with a wonderfully beautiful woman." Alice looked up at me once I was finished speaking, she looked like she wanted to say something, but she couldn't find the words.

She caught me off guard when she stood up to my level and kissed me passionately. I fell back onto the bed with my arms wrapped around her body pressing her against mine firmly, it hurt to have a bit of pressure pushed up against my bruises, but it was worth it. The pain eventually went and I rolled Alice over so that I was on top of her.

Our lips were still locked together in a heated loving kiss.

My hands went to her waist instantly and slowly made their way up her shirt. I was a little hesitant just in case she didn't want me to keep my hands moving, but instead her hands pulled me against her more.

We parted to catch our breath, but we soon locked lips again. My hands moved from under her shirt and back to her waist, I moved them down the sides of her hips and slowly along her thighs. Alice moaned softly into our kiss as I deepened it more.

I pulled away slightly as I tasted blood on the side of my upper lip. I instinctively moved my hand up to my face to see where the blood had come from. My fingers ran across my forehead, I winced in pain as I remembered my stitches.

I rolled off of Alice and sat up, she was soon sat up at my side. She got off the bed and went to a small first aid box that Carlisle had left in my room for emergency's. Alice sat back down on the bed with the first aid box on her lap.

"Here, let me sort that out." she said softly, so I let her. She gently wiped away the blood off my face, I couldn't help but watch her face as she focused on my cut.

Alice then grabbed a square piece of white material out of the box, and some surgical tape. I could feel her fingers gently add pressure onto my skin as she placed a small bandage over my stitches.

When her hands started to pull away I moved my head towards hers and caught her lips with mine. I pulled away to see her eyes closed and a smile on her lushes lips.

I smiled as I watched her open her eyes, she then took my hand and removed the bandage. I watched her intently whilst she cleaned my blood stained hand and put on a fresh bandage.

"There, all better." she whispered softly, I cupped her cheek and pulled her towards me. I closed the small gap between us as our lips met again. Alice pushed me down onto the mattress and deepened the kiss, I felt like I was in heaven.

Her body was pressed up against mine, which made it hard to control myself. Her lips moved from mine and started leaving tender kisses against my neck. I couldn't help the small moan of pleasure that escaped my lips.

Alice stopped and lifted her head up to look at the clock, time seemed to of escaped us as it was almost 10 o'clock. Alice sighed deeply and sat up, I also sat up by her side.

"I best go, school and all." she muttered sadly, I hated the fact that she had to go. But I didn't want to be the reason she looses out on sleep.

"Do you know when you'll be back at school?" Alice asked me.

"Carlisle said that I should be fine to go back next week." I answered her softly and wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling her closer to me. She rested her head on my shoulder and sighed.

"Alice, you know there's that winter dance?" I asked randomly.

"Yeah"

"I was wondering, if you wanted to go with me?" I asked her nervously, she lifted her head up from my shoulder.

"I would love to go with you Jazz." she replied and gave me a quick peck on my lips. I pulled her back when she was pulling away from me slightly, and pressed my lips against hers softly. When I did pull away she looked at me.

"I need to go to bed now Jazz." she said, humour running through her voice.

"There's a bed right here." I stated, matching her tone of voice, she laughed softly.

"I think my bed would be better, if I stayed in here with you I wouldn't get much sleep would I." she said nudging me lightly.

"Is that a problem?" I asked her mockingly, before wrapping both my arms around her body and pulling her onto my lap.

"It is if I'm tired." she said looking away from me.

"And what if your not tired?" I asked her, she looked back at me and leaned her forehead against mine.

"Then there would be no problem." she muttered, smiling softly and then kissed my nose playfully.

"Do you think you will be tired Friday night?" I asked her as I kissed her neck whilst waiting for her reply.

"Hmm, let me think. I think I'd have plenty of energy for you Jazz." she whispered softly into my ear, I growled playfully and she giggled lightly.

"So will you spend Friday night with me?" she raised her eyebrow at my question.

"Defiantly" she whispered before kissing me again.