Chapter 10

Jasper POV

Jim left me outside after he was finished with me.

My whole body hurt and I was pretty sure I cracked a rib or two. I wasn't able to bring up the energy to walk back to James' house so I just stayed where I was.

I sat slumped on the ground, my back leaning against the house behind me. I desperately wanted to fall unconscious just for the pain to stop but unfortunately I wasn't that lucky.

I didn't know how much time had passed but I must have closed my eyes without noticing at some point because Peters' voice next to my face startled me.

"Shit! Jasper?", he hissed worriedly. I really didn't want to open my eyes then but I thought I had nodded.

"Jasper please wake up!" Oh, apparently I hadn't. Peter gently shook my shoulder but even that small motion hurt all over. I moaned quietly.

"Fuck I'm sorry!", he quickly apologized.

"Jasper open your eyes!", Peter ordered and snapped his fingers in front of my face.

Which was really annoying.

"Stop that!", I mumbled and opened my eyes to glare at him. I was greeted with Peter's worried face way to close to mine.

"Are you okay?", he asked me and I nodded. I winced at the pain that caused me.

"Jasper...", Peter started.

"Just take me home please. I'm really tired.", I interrupted. He looked at me for a moment with worried eyes but nodded.

I managed to stand with some difficulties and Peter's help and we slowly and painfully started walking.

"I'm sorry I ran away.", Peter apologized halfway to the house. I had an arm draped around his shoulder and he supported me while we walked.

"I told you to go. He would have hurt you.", I said quietly.

"But I shouldn't have left you alone with him!"

"Peter stop it!"

"Look what happened!", he insisted.

"Stop it!", I growled. "I knew what I was doing. And if that meant that you and Charlotte are okay I would do it again."

Peter didn't answer. We walked for a few minutes silently before he eventually started talking again.

"Thank you, Jasper."

"You're welcome."

"You know, Charlotte would have beaten the shit out of me if I hadn't gone to get you. She's really worried.", Peter told me.

"She should be. She's the one who has to patch me up.", I joked darkly.

"At least now we never have to go back there.", Peter said ignoring my attempt at humor. I just nodded.

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It took us ages to get back to James' house. By the time we finally got there I could hardly think because of how much my entire body hurt.

"Almost there!", Peter assured me. He had to take more and more of my weight the longer we had been walking to the point where he was almost carrying me.

Charlotte opened the door for us and the reassuring smile I tried to give her seemed to worry her even more. She ushered us inside and Peter gently sat me down on the couch.

I could hear James and Victoria whispering but didn't make out any words.

Charlotte's face appeared in front of mine as she gently turned my head to see how much damage there was.

"He should be in an hospital!", she hissed angrily.

"No!", Peter, James and I said almost in unison.

"Look at him!", Charlotte said sternly. "He needs someone professional to take care of him!"

"I'm fine!" I tried to sound reassuring but all I managed was a painful whisper.

"He can't go to the hospital! Two teenage runways living in a dealer's house. Don't you get it?", Peter asked her. She glared at him but eventually sighed and started to boss Peter around.

"Okay then get me something to patch him up with! Victoria, right? Could you please help me?", she asked her and Victoria nodded. Peter and James left the room and came back a few moments later carrying some medical supplies.

Charlotte and Victoria worked slowly and carefully. I tried to ignore the pain as well as I could but soon tears started running down my face.

Charlotte winced when she noticed but kept going. Eventually my breathing turned quicker and quicker until Charlotte stopped cleaning an especially nasty cut.

"He's in too much pain!", she sighed and looked at Peter desperately. By then I stopped giving a fuck about what was going on around me. I just wanted the pain to go away.

"Don't you have something you could give him?", he asked James. The blond man seemed to think for a moment before he left the room and came back a minute later with a small bag with some white powder in it.

"Here." He offered it to Peter.

"What's that?", my brother asked.

"Morphine.", James shrugged and Peter paled.

"Are you sure? I mean it's quiet strong.", he asked again.

I had closed my eyes and my breathing became pressed and rapid.

"Peter!", Charlotte called next to me. "Just give me the damn thing."

"How is he supposed to take that? Look at him!", Peter yelled and I winced at the volume.

"Peter!", Charlotte hissed quietly. She gently stroked my sweaty hair out of my face.

"Give me a minute!", James mumbled. There was some commotion and no one said a word for a few minutes.

Eventually Charlotte gently laid one hand against my cheek.

"Jasper?", she asked concerned. I crack my eyes open just enough to look at her.

"It hurts", I croaked.

"I know. I'm gonna give you something for the pain okay?", she gently whispered. I nodded and closed my eyes again.

I jumped when someone pushed a needle into my arm.

"Shh shh... It's okay.", Charlotte comforted me and gently stroked back my hair.

The effect was almost instantly. The pain was almost completely replaced by a warm feeling. I sighed and relaxed into the cushions on the couch.

"Wow that was quick.", Peter stated dryly but I almost didn't hear him.

"Jasper?", Charlotte asked and I hummed. "How are you feeling now?"

"Better", I mumbled. "I'm tired."

"Sleep! You need it.", she said but I was almost completely gone already.

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I woke up on Peter's bed instead of the air bed I usually slept on. I wondered for a moment what had happened but then it hit me.

The strange thing was that I almost wasn't in pain. I tried to remember how exactly I got there but some time after Charlotte and Victoria started to patch me up my memory failed.

They must have given me something for the pain. I turned me head to look out of the window and the sun just started to rise. I hadn't been sleeping long then.

The door to my left opened and Peter and Charlotte quietly stepped into the room.

"Jasper!", she gasped when she saw that I was awake. "How are you feeling?"

"Ok.", I croaked and winced at the dry feeling inside my throat. Charlotte helped me to sit up and held a glas of water to my lips.

I wanted to gulp it all down at once but she had a firm grip on it only allowing me small sips. All too soon she pulled it back and I laid down again.

"What did you give me?", I asked. I frowned at how slurred my speech sounded. The two looked at each other for a moment.

"Morphine. I'm sorry but you were in so much pain!", Peter said and sounded genuinely ashamed.

"I'm not mad. Actually I'm thankful. I feel pretty good. It almost doesn't hurt.", I mumbled. I felt my eyes drop again.

"Sleep, Jasper.", Charlotte smiled. "You'll feel better in the morning."

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The next two days were frustrating to say the least. I wasn't able to do much but lay in bed and listen to Peter's constant chatter.

He tried his best to cheer me up but now that I was more awake I was able to properly remember what had happened.

That caused me to have nightmares again like I did when I still lived with Maria. They had gotten a bit better since I moved in with the Cullens.

But now they were back again. I didn't want to sleep or even close my eyes because to be honest, I was scared.

I hated feeling this weak.

After two days I was finally allowed to leave the bed (according to Charlotte anyway) and Peter and I spent most of our time playing video games.

I was still in pain though and didn't move around much. I just sat on the couch most of the time and when Peter was doing something else I read.

James tried to convince me into taking more of the morphine but I refused. I knew my self control and wouldn't risk it.

It was bad enough that I now knew what it felt like.

I thought about calling Rosalie a lot. I felt bad for how I left her. Maybe if I told her that I was fine she would move on.

Charlotte told me how Rose and Carlisle had visited her while looking for me. I didn't want them to waste their time.

Eventually, five days later I finally decided to call.

At first I wanted to call Rosalie but I didn't really know what to say to her so I decided on Carlisle.

It rang 3 times until someone eventually picked up.

"Hello?", Carlisle answered the phone.

I didn't know what to say.

"Is someone there?", Carlisle asked.

"Carlisle.", I whispered eventually. I heard a gasp at the other end and a pause.

"Jasper? Are you alright?", he asked me.

"I'm fine. I'm just calling to let you know that I'm ok.", I said and swallowed to get the lump out of my throat. "I'm sorry I left so abruptly. I hope you don't think I'm not thankful because I am. Very much. And I'm sorry that Alice got hurt because of me and I'm sorry for having you fight with your son." I couldn't stop talking. I felt like I opened the floodgates and now the words just kept coming. "I didn't mean to run away like that! But you wouldn't have let me go and I knew I had to leave. I..."

"Jasper!", Carlisle interrupted. "Stop apologizing! No one is angry with you! Not even Edward. We are all worried. Please just come home!"

I didn't say anything for a few moments.

"I can't. I don't fit in. You'll only regret it and I don't want that."

"Jasper, please! At least stay with us until you're 18.", he pleaded.

"Thank you for believing in me. But you don't know me as well as I do. None of you do. I'm sorry it didn't work out.", I said. I wanted to talk to Rosalie as well but I didn't think I would be able to anymore. "Please tell Rosalie that I love her very much and that I'm sorry. Tell her to stop blaming herself.", I added and hung up without waiting for an reply.

I passed Charlotte as quietly walked up the stairs. She gave me a worried look but I ignored her and simply buried myself under the blankets on my air bed.

"Jasper?", Charlotte gently asked a few minutes later. "Are you ok?" I felt her sitting down on the bed next to me.

"Go away.", I mumbled into the pillow.

"What's wrong?"

"I don't want to talk about it. Go away!", I snapped.

"Okay...", she said quietly and sounded a little hurt. I instantly felt sorry for snapping at her. But before I could apologize she already left.

I curled up and wished for oblivion. I wanted to sleep but was too scared of the nightmares I almost definitely would have.

Peter came in about an hour after Charlotte and tried to coax me into talking but I sent him away as well.

He sighed and left me alone with my thoughts again.

Some time after that I could hear the door open again and was about to ask Peter if he hadn't heard me the first time but when I unburied myself from the blankets I was surprised to find James standing in front of me.

"I thought I'd repeat my offer.", he said with a smile and sat down next to me. He opened his hand a inside was a small plastic bag with a few pills inside.

"The first one's free.", he smiled. I stared at him for a moment.

And then I took the bag.

A/N: I hoped you liked this chapter. I thought about how I wanted to proceed with the story and still haven't fully decided. Please review and tell me what you thought. Thanks for reading and see you next time!