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Visits With My Shrink

Chapter Eight

"We are approaching our most important conversation, aren't we, Mr. Masen?"

Yes, I think we are.

"You want me to tell you how it happened," I state. I don't ask. I know what he wants to hear.

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"I hate him, I hate him, I hate him!" Jasper banged his head with his fists.

I had to stop him; I held him tight and stood silent, hugging him and caressing his golden curls lightly. I heard a sob which brough an unexpected sharp pain to my chest, somewhere where my heart should be. I desperately needed to go punch the jerk in the face, but of course, I didn't go anywhere. That was my boy's father. You don't do such things to your boy's father, right? I held Jasper even tighter, and placed several featherlike kisses on his temple. Another sob. I pushed him away, taking his face in my hands while kissing his forehead, his closed eyelids, his cheecks. Wet cheeks. That scumbag had made my strong, independent, mercurial beloved cry. My beloved.

"I love you, Jasper." The thought struck me right then and there, and I said it out loud. It tasted sweet on my lips."I love you." A new outburst of sobs shook his body violently. "Your tears are breaking my heart, Jasper, please, stop." He bit his lower lip and nodded.

"Fine." His voice came weak. "Say it again. Please."

I held his hand and pressed his palm to my chest. "I love you, Jasper. With all my heart."

"Thank you."

I raised my eyebrows. Was that all he could say in answer? A thank you?

"Don't give me that look, Edward." Jasper was smiling now. "Come." And he lead me to his bed, where I sat. He didn't sit, he kneeled in front of me.

"I didn't thank you for your love, Edward. I thanked you for voicing it. I thanked you for your bravery, for your kindness, for your warmth. I thanked you for existing." He took a deep breath, and let it out sharply. "I love you, too. Forgive me for being an idiot."

Those eyes sparkled with the remaining wetness; azure, innocent, and frightened.

"He's here to disown Rosalie. And he took my phone in case I decided to warn her. This is why I couldn't make a call and stop you from coming."

"Wait, why would he disown Rosalie?"

"She's pregnant, Edward. She already was when we left for Europe, but she is not showing yet."

"But how did he know, and why now?"

"She made the decision to keep the baby just the other day. She told Emmet first, then me, and then Mom. Mom is not the person to keep a secret from the Major, no way. Poor Rosalie didn't see this coming. He will demand she has an abortion, and I know she won't. If she disagrees, he'll disown her. He told me."

I held Japer's hand and helped him stand on his feet. "Don't you dare think the same thing will happen to you as well. We'll just never let him know about us. You're dating Alice, I'm dating Bella, okay?"

"I'm more worried about Rosie now, you know." Jasper sighed. "She's happy with Emmett. He's asked her to marry him, and she already said yes."

"Emmett will be a wonderful father."

There was nothing more to say. We held hands in silent agreement to wait and see what came next. We stared into each other's eyes, my thumb occasionally caressing his fingers, until there was a sharp knock at the door. Jasper stood up, panicking, and unlocked it as quietly as possible.

His father's hand appeared and passed Jasper his phone. "You just had a call from your sister. Call her and check what she wants." The huge figure shadowed the sun coming through the window when the Major entered the room.

Jasper had a very short conversation with his sister. "She says she's coming in a few."

"That's good," the Major's thunderous voice announced, and he stretched his arm to take the cellphone back.

My knees weakened when I saw the terror on my boy's face. Then his expression changed into a furious one, and he clenched his fists until his knuckles became white. "Let's go out there," he demanded, and we went back to the dining room. It was too soon when we heard Rosalie's key in the lock.

She came into sight, the perfectly looking creature as usual, and froze at the sight of her parents.

"Mom, Dad, what happened? Why are you here?"

The Major approached his daughter, yelling in her face. "You tell us, you little whore! You, living in sin and carrying a fatherless child!"

"My child will not be fatherless!" Rosalie's wild eyes encircled the scene and came upon me. Her cheeks reddened. "Dad, this is not the right moment to discuss my unborn child." She sounded almost calm. She tried to push the Major aside in an attempt to make her way to her mother.

She was almost successful, but the Major pulled her by her shoulder and turned her to face him again. "Nobody's telling me the right moment to speak," he hissed, and slapped Rosalie across the face. She pushed him again, vigorously, and burst into tears.

We didn't notice how the Major's feet entangled with my chair that was still lying crashed on the floor. His enormous body flew to the floor, and his head hit the tile with a loud thump. Blood came a few moments later.

Mrs. Whitlock called 911.

Manslaughter.