A/N Hi everyone! I hoped you liked the last chapter. Please review after each chapter you read, as it fuels my story maker! So basically, Jasper has a few issues, we've touched on it a little. Alice has a scar, but something tells me it's not just skin deep. This gets a little tough, hold on, it's going to get a little intense.

APOV

Jasper was outlining my scar again. This was the second time today. I could feel him preparing to ask me about it again. I rolled from my back to my stomach, shielding myself from him. I needed to think about all of this. I barely knew him, but I was seriously beginning to think that love was beginning to form here. He was nothing I had ever experienced. I was drawn to him since the plane. Our second meeting was surely a sign. I could see us together in the future. I could feel that there was a connection that was deeper than lust. My feelings worried me. I didn't know what to do about them. I was serious when I asked if it were possible that I could already love him. Love is a beautiful thing, and nothing compares to it. Love had hurt me before. It had cut me, and left me bleeding. I knew that Jasper wanted to know about my scar. He wouldn't have asked about it in the truck if he didn't. I glanced over at him, and met his eyes. He was watching me.

"It's ok if you don't want to talk about it." He whispered. "I was just curious."

He knew exactly what was going through my thoughts. Should I tell him? What if it made him back away from me? I didn't think that I would be able to just forget about our time together. I sighed, and sat up on the bed. I took a deep breath, and pulled my hair away from my neck. I leaned over to him, and allowed him to touch me again. My scar started at my jawbone, and ran a jagged line straight down my throat, and across my collarbone. It stopped there, but I lifted my arm, to show him that it picked back up at my under arm, and thickened right beside my breast.

"Jesus, Alice, who the hell did this to you?" He asked, angrily.

"Well, after I started working for the airlines, I met this really nice pilot. He was a little older than me, and he was a big time macho type guy. James, that's his name, was really sweet for a while, you know, he just said all the right things, and swept me off my feet pretty fast. He and I used to sneak away between flights, and he was really dominant in bed you know, but I never saw anything bad in it, I just thought it was more of that macho personality he had. He was a little rough with me, but for the most part, he never hurt me. We were rarely separated. Then I got scheduled on a different flight plan from him, and mainly we just talked while we weren't flying. We missed each other, but you know, it was ok. We talked as much as we could. Well, after a 16 hour flight one night, I went straight to my room, and crashed. I was so tired, and I just assumed James would be ok with it. You know, he would understand, after all, he did the same thing as I did. It was tiring trying to keep up with it all." I checked Jasper's face, and knew he wanted me to continue. "Well, I woke up the next morning, and was almost late for my flight prep. I didn't even have time to check my phone. Needless to say, James was really worried, and had called me SEVERAL times through the night and that morning. I had voice messages and text messages coming out of my ears. I felt bad for worrying him, but was also a little peeved that he was upset with me for not calling. I did have to work. I did have a life outside of him. So instead of calling him, I texted him back, and said that I had been very busy with work, and as soon as I could get a break, I would call him, and we'd meet up. Well, I guess that made him mad with me Jasper, because before I got finished with my flight, he had cancelled both our flights for the next two days, and texted me back, saying that we WOULD be spending the next two days catching up." I paused, and wrapped one of Jasper's blankets around me. "So, I decided not to see him. I texted him back, that he was an ass for canceling my plans, because I had bills that counted on that money, and now, they were going to be late. I called my boss, and told him that James had called in for me without my consent, and I was back on schedule before I returned to my room that night. I was proud with myself for standing up to him. I was hurt because he didn't care about my feelings, and didn't care if I was tired. I had planned to try and see him again after a few days, but I wanted to let him cool off first. I didn't want to end our relationship over the phone, and I wasn't for sure I wanted to end it anyway. After all, until then, he had been the perfect gentleman you know? So finally, I got back to my room that night, and again, I had voice messages and texts that got uglier by the minute. I ignored him. He was mad, but he would either get over it, or find someone else. I was tired, and I didn't really care which. So I got in my shower, and I was so tired, I remember just about falling asleep standing up under the hot flow of water. I heard a knock on my door, and I sighed. He had probably been aggravating the front desk of my hotel while I wasn't answering my calls. I got out of the shower, and put on my bathrobe, and was heading for my suitcase when he grabbed me from behind my back. He pulled my hair, hard. He had my right arm pulled behind my back and was twisting my fingers. It hurt. I remember him snatching at my robe, and the only thing I could think of was, OH GOD, HE'S CRAZY! He snatched my robe off of me, and even though I had been naked in front of him dozens of times, I was mortified. I tried to cover myself, you know, to have some dignity. I got my arm free for a second, and I saw his eyes before he pushed me down. Jasper, he looked like a lunatic. I mean, there was no life to his face at all. He smirked at me. I had never been so scared in my life! I told him that he had better leave, and he reached into his pocket. I didn't know what he was going to do, so I tried to run from him. He was on me before I even got off the floor good, and he had a knife against my throat. I could feel how sharp it was, and it was poking into my skin a little at my jaw. I was scared to death, and I couldn't move. He kept that knife on me and was taking his clothes off. God, I was terrified, and all I could do was think, Please don't rape me, Please don't rape me. He fumbled a little with his pants, and nicked my skin with the knife. I started crying, and begging him not to do it, but he never heard me. Or if he did, he never listened. It seemed like hours. The whole time, he kept that damn knife on my neck, and I could feel blood sticking to my face from the little cut he had made. I started feeling sick, sometime during it all, and I was getting really angry. I didn't know what to do to him, so I just went with my instinct, and sent a knee into his groin. I guess it wasn't the smartest thing to do, because when I did it, he cut me. "I said, trailing my finger down my neck and stopping at my collarbone. "It's not a real deep cut. Deep or not, though, it bled like hell. When I hit him, he rolled off of me, and I really don't think that he meant to cut me like that. I got up onto my knees and was trying to stand up when he grabbed me again. He snatched me by my arm, and then stuck the knife in right here. "I said, pointing to the thick scar on my side. "You know, I don't think I even felt it when it happened. Adrenaline I guess. I always thought that metal was really strong and sturdy, or whatever, but when he stabbed me, he tried to like, twist the knife or something, and the blade broke. My doctors said it was pure luck that it broke, and the blade stayed inside of me, because that's what kept me from bleeding to death. "

I stopped talking and just sat there. Jasper was speechless. I noticed that I was rocking. I stopped, and just sat there, thinking about what I had just said.

"Alice…" Jasper started.

"Jasper," I gasped, reality had sunk in, "Jasper, I have never told anyone else what happened. Not even Bella…" Then I cried. I REALLY cried. Jasper didn't freak out, or leave the room, or laugh at me, like I thought people would, If I had ever worked up the courage to actually retell the story. Jasper pulled me onto his lap, and rocked with me.

"It's ok. I understand." He said, and repeated it over and over.

"I don't think anyone does." I said, sullenly. "I've lived with this inside of me for years. Flying has just made me think about it more and more. That's why I quit. I couldn't talk to anyone about it Jasper, no one would understand. "

A/N Ok, that was a little intense for me, I hope you could feel it too. Let me know what you think. I live for reviews, and the more I get the more eager I am to start the next chapter. I believe Jasper has something he needs to say as well, so let me know if you think he is ready to share his secret with her.