Jasper's POV:

"He might be better at a racing game. The shooting games really aren't his thing." Emmett suggests to Edward. Edward shrugs.

"Maybe. He's too much of a pacifist for video games."

"He could probably play Sims without a problem."

"Yeah," Edward laughs. "I'm sure he could."

"He's never really played a video game before, either." I point out as I send a text to Alice.

"Maybe we should get an Atari and start him out with pong." Emmett says. "The girls will be shocked to hear that he even picked up a controller."

"Yeah. Have you talked to them lately?"

"I talked to Alice an hour ago." I say.

"We all know you talked to Alice." Edward shakes his head and rolls his eyes. "I mean Rose and Esme."

Emmett shrugs and says he talked to Rosalie last night. I just look down at my blank cell phone screen, hoping Alice would text me back. Edward's rude attitude is the last thing I want to deal with. Is it really that big of a deal that I keep in touch with my mate?

The two of them jabber on about how different the house is with the three girls gone. I keep to myself, unlock my phone and type out another message to Alice.

Can't wait for your return home. Miss you like crazy.

Edward shoots me an annoyed look, but I just turn my back to him and scan the area for any type of pray. We're wondering the woods, just following the stream. This visit to the woods was suppose to be a hunting trip, but none of us really need it or want to hunt at all. Carlisle stayed home and his patience was running thin. He had some work to finish, but we were being too loud in the house. He did his best to hide his agitation with it, but I noticed and Edward knew the truth right away. So we headed out on an unneeded hunting trip so he could finish what he had to do. I wouldn't have minded staying in my room and waiting for Alice to respond, but I knew if I kept myself isolated and completely focused on her that I would go back to the unacceptable behavior I was punished for earlier in the week. But it's so hard not to think about her. Everything reminds me of her. The faint smell of her favorite perfume on my clothes, the worn out couch cushion where me and her always sat, the pictures she and Esme picked to hang on the walls. Even the colors of the walls reminded me of her. Alice was the one who suggested painting the living room a chocolate brown color. We were all skeptical on how it would look finished, but we went along with it anyways. I took Alice to the store to buy the paint, and while she and the others were gone to school, Esme and I applied it. It actually turned out to look amazing with the white molding along the top and bottom of the wall. I chuckle to myself. Whenever I doubt my lovely wife, she always proves to me that she knows best.

"Hey, those are the flowers Esme was talking about before she left." Edward says, breaking me from thoughts of Alice. He pulls out his phone, but frowns and glances at me. "Dude, let me use your phone. Mine's dead."

"What? No!" I shake my head. He huffs.

"Come on, man! I just want to send a picture of them to Esme. She says they're hard to come by." He explains. "If Alice texts you, I'll give it right back, I swear! Esme will love seeing them."

I glance down at my phone, then back at Edward.

"Jazz, just let me use it. Esme will love to get the picture."

Sighing, I hesitantly hand my phone to him. Without a thank you or anything, Edward snatches it from me and heads over to the small patch of flowers.

"Rose doesn't contact me nearly as much as Alice contacts you." Emmett tells me, then smirks and gently elbows my arm. "I don't know whether to be concerned or thankful of that."

I force a smile, but it doesn't stay. I can't imagine why he would be thankful of such a thing. They could go all day without sending a simple text to each other. I would be out of my mind if that was Alice and I.

"Maybe she's too busy with someone else." Edward mumbles. Emmett snaps his head to Edward's direction and his emotions shift dramatically.

"What's that suppose to mean?"

"You know what I mean." He says as he snaps the picture. He goes to my messages and scrolls down until he finds Esme's name.

"No, I don't think I do, Edward." Emmett seethes. "Explain."

"Let's be honest, Emmett. If any couple was going to cheat on each other in this family, it would be you and Rosalie."

"And why would it be me and Rose?" Emmett questions and clenches his fists. I take a sidestep away from him just in case Edward continues to run his mouth. I'm not going to be a casualty of Emmett's rage.

"She's a bit of a, you know." Edward chuckles at Emmett's mood. He casually types out a message to Esme.

"No, I don't know. What is she?" Emmett growls. It's not a question, it's a challenge. Edward smirks, looks over his shoulder and locks eye contact with Emmett.

"She's a bit of a slut."

Emmett lets out another growl and pounces towards Edward. Edward jumps backwards, then runs when Emmett continues to go after him.

"What the fuck did you say? Say it again, you little prick!" Emmett yells. I take another step back and I start to fear for the safety of my phone in Edward's hands.

"Dude, back off!" Edward hisses. Emmett doesn't listen, though. He's hot on Edward's tail, and just as he reaches out to grab him, Edward kicks his speed up a notch and jumps over the stream. Emmett's right behind him, and as he tackles Edward in the air, the two of them come crashing down, soaking the surrounding area with river water. Emmett immediately starts throwing punches and Edward tries to cover his face from our brother's angry blows. The noise that comes from the two of them is loud and aggressive, but I'm more concerned over the thin black rectangle that's now floating down the stream.

My phone.

"What the hell, Edward?" I yell and jump into the river after my phone. I snatch it up, but I'm sure it's too late.. Edward holds his arms over his face so his forearm is taking most of Emmett's punches. "My phone! You ruined my phone! How the hell am I supposes to talk Alice? You damn jackass!"

"You little fucker! You better take that back!" Emmett yells.

"You ruined my phone! How the hell am I suppose to talk to Alice? You piece of shit!"

Edward fights back and is able to push Emmett off of him. They both jump to their feet, and Edward runs for dry ground.

"You owe me a new phone, you ass!" I say and stick my foot out in Edward's path, making him fall on his face. Emmett's back on top of him in a minute.

As Emmett tortures Edward, I take a moment to seek revenge. Edward's phone fell out of his pocket in his attempt to escape. I scoop it up and chuck it at a tree. It shatters and flies in a million different pieces.

Emmett's wasting no time in beating the shit out of Edward. The cocky little bastard deserves it after the shit he pulled!

I glance down at my phone. The screen is cracked and I can see water swooshing around under the glass. I can deal with a damaged screen if the phone still works. Maybe the rice trick will be able to save it. It's my only chance at having my phone back, so I leave Emmett and Edward to duke it out.

I barge through the backdoor and into the kitchen, passing Carlisle at the counter. As I search the cupboards for rice, I realize the flaw in my plan: we don't eat.

"Where's the fire, son?" Carlisle asks, looking up from his papers and eying me over.

"Where can I find rice?" I ask quickly. He raises his brow at me.

"Rice?"

"Yes, rice. Edward dropped my damn phone in the stream." I grumble.

"Oh no." He jumps to his feet and stands next to me. I hand him the phone and he cringes as he examines it. "You just got this phone a few weeks ago."

"I think it hit a rock on the bottom of the river."

"So it was completely submerged in the water?"

"Yeah."

"I'm sorry son, but I don't think this is savable." He sighs.

My anger resurfaces, and Carlisle must feeling it because he's giving me a warning look, telling me to watch myself. I pierce my lips together, and before Carlisle can warn me verbally, I take my anger out on the bills and newspaper on the counter. With a single sweep of my arm, I send everything to the floor.

"God damn it!" I yell.

"Jasper! Control yourself!" Carlisle scolds me. I clench my fists.

"How am I suppose to talk to Alice? That asshole ruined my phone!"

"I understand that you're mad, but you need to calm down." He says. "I'll get you a phone. We have plenty of old ones. But you cannot act like this. You'll be taking your belt off if you don't get a grip over yourself."

"Get a grip? Edward's out there destroying my phone and insulting Emmett and I need to get a grip?" I scoff, although I realize it's not fair to use what happened between Emmett and Edward because Carlisle doesn't know about that yet. "It's that cocky little fucker who needs to get a grip!"

"Do you want a whooping right now? You're working towards a few stokes with a belt, son." He warns. I open my mouth to respond, but we hear a painful scream. Carlisle turns back to me and starts the questions. "What was that? Where are your brothers?"

"They're in the woods. Edward called Rosalie a slut, and Emmett's pissed." I explain bitterly. Carlisle's eyes widen.

"Why didn't you tell me this earlier?"

"Because Edward deserves everything Emmett's doing to him!"

Carlisle shakes his head, orders me to follow him and runs out of the house. I'm right behind him and in just a few seconds, we get to Edward and Emmett. Emmett has Edward on the ground and is sitting on top of his chest, one massive hand wrapped too tightly around Edward's throat and the other hand in a pulled back fist, aimed at Edward's face. Edward's hands are trying desperately to pull Emmett's away and his feet are kicking wildly, but it doesn't effect Emmett at all.

"You want to keep talking shit about Rose?" Emmett asks menacingly.

"You're going to snap my fucking neck off! Let go!"

"Do you still have shit to say about my mate?"

"Emmett! Get off of him!" Carlisle says as he rushes to Edward's aid. I cross my arms over my chest and lean against a nearby tree to watch the scene unfold.

No way am I offering my help. Edward deserves it.

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