Last night when I uploaded this I was a little (a lot) drunk, so I forgot to put a trigger warning and I want to apologise. There is sexual assault in this chapter so please bare that in mind when reading.
They still hadn't noticed me, god knows how, until I let out a small whimper of disbelief. Then Alice saw me. "Jazz! Jazz stop!" Alice cried, her back against the wall opposite me, eyes locked with mine, looking like a deer caught in the headlights. My mouth wouldn't shut, and for some reason I couldn't look away, my heart fracturing the longer I looked.
Jasper finally realised that Alice was talking, and looked at her without stopping.
"What's up babe?" He asked/moaned. Babe? Are you fucking kidding me?
"Beatrice!" Alice shouted, knowing that he was too distracted to actually listen otherwise. That caught his attention, he stopped.
"Beatrice?" He questioned, confusion evident in his voice. Then he slowly turned around, like he knew he'd see me standing there, watching them, but he didn't want to believe it. I didn't either. I wished in that second I was anywhere else but there.
His eyes saw mine, and pain ripped through me, and he flinched, like he felt it too. And then I realised that he did. So I pushed, the pain grew worse and consumed my whole body, as I glared into his pleading eyes. I knew he could feel my heartbreak.
I waited. Waited for him to try to protest or deny what they'd been doing, but he was silent. He simply picked up the clothes off the floor by them and they covered themselves in shame. Alice tried to speak again, but I turned about before she could say anything.
It wasn't like Jasper had been fucking some random girl I didn't know, Alice was my best friend. The betrayal stung me. How could they do this to me? Surely Alice knew how I felt? I thought she could see the future?
I ran down the stairs, tears flowing freely down my face, and I ran smack bang into Emmett, who didn't even hesitate to wrap his arms around me as I sobbed even harder.
"Beatrice… we tried to warn you, we even tried to call them so they knew you'd be coming. I'm so sorry." Emmett soothed.
"You knew? You knew they were sleeping together this entire time?" I cried. Emmett held me tighter as Rosalie stroked my back.
"They've been doing this for as long as we've known them Beatrice, but they they stopped before they met you. I can't think what will have caused either of them to do… that… again." Rosalie soothed.
I looked up from Emmett's bear hug, sniffing a bit and trying to wipe my tears, and noticed that Carlisle and Esme had also come home when Rosalie and Emmett had left. More witnesses to my breakdown, much to my embarrassment. I sobbed even more.
"Is she okay?"
Jasper finally dragged himself from Alice long enough to come and see what was happening, he'd even managed to put some clothes on. How gracious of him.
Emmett shifted to stand between the two of us, and Carlisle ran forward to Jasper, putting his hand on his shoulder, looking deep into Jasper's eyes.
"I think it's best if you leave Beatrice alone Jasper. You've hurt her enough." Carlisle advised.
Jasper couldn't take his eyes off me as I furiously tried to wipe away the smudged mascara under my eye, not wanting him to see me weak, but Emmett's protective stance and Rosalie's hand on my arm showed that I clearly wasn't okay with what I'd witnessed. I'd been so ready to give us a chance… when there'd never even been an us. How stupid I'd been.
"Bea-"
"Don't you dare call me that!" I cut him off, surprised that I could even find the courage to talk to him.
"Only my friends can call me that."
His eyebrows drew together, a frown showing how distressed he really was. Good.
"Beatrice." He corrected himself. "Please. Let me explain. Alice is devastated." I actually laughed out loud. "Well I'm sure Alice is really upset right now, but I frankly don't give a shit how either of you feel. Rose?" I turned to the worried blonde. "I need to borrow another dress off you. We're going out." She was shocked for a second, but nodded, understanding that if I didn't get out of the Cullen house I would probably do something I'd regret.
"Beatrice, is that a good idea?" Esme cautioned.
"Trust me Mom, she'll be fine. I'll go with them." Emmett interjected, and I was so thankful that the rest of the Cullen family cared about me, even if Jasper and Alice didn't.
Carlisle nodded at Esme, seeming to see my need to escape. With that, Rosalie picked me up and ran upstairs, straight past Jasper.
When we were in her room for the second time that night she set me down and turned to me after locking her door. She said nothing, but held her arms out to me, and I gratefully fell into her cold embrace.
"Oh Bea… I'm so sorry." She said as she smoothed my hair out.
"I… I thought he liked me Rose. Everyone said he did, even Esme." I tried not to sob again, knowing I wouldn't be able to stop myself if I did.
"He does like you Bea, that's why we're all so angry with him. I don't know why he did this to you, but I guarantee that neither him nor Alice would do anything to purposefully hurt you. You should maybe sit down and hear them out. But right now, we need to distract you, so let's find you the sexiest, shortest dress I have and get you drunk." I giggled at her support for me, it's what I needed.
Ten minutes later I was wearing Rosalie's skin-tight, red mid thigh length dress and the same black shoes from earlier on, loving the height they gave me.
"See, you look just as good as new!" Rosalie grinned, but I knew she was just trying to distract me.
"Come on, let's get you into a bar and get you a huge glass of… what is it you drink?"
"Well, most days champagne, but right now? Tequila and whisky should do the trick."
"God I wish I could drink. It might make living with Edward easier." She winked.
I giggled again as Rosalie lead me to the bottom of the staircase. Emmett was stood waiting for us, and so was Jasper. Brilliant. He couldn't take his eyes off me, and I was so glad that Rosalie had picked out the red dress for me. I don't even look at Jasper as Emmett winked at Rose.
"Looking smokin' ladies, shall we?"
I strutted past Jasper, or at least tried to, knowing he could feel my anger and smugness that radiated from me.
The bar Emmett had chosen seemed pretty nice, and was already full by the time we arrived, what with it being almost 11 at night. Emmett insisted on walking in right behind us so that everyone knew we were with him, and the second we entered the bar I realised why.
Every single guy stopped to stare at Rosalie as we entered, and a fair few girls too.
"Do you ever get used to that?" I questioned the beautiful goddess who I could call my friend.
"No…" she muttered. "It's horrible. But they're not all staring at me." She gestured to the guy sat by the bar, with dark brown hair and piercing blue eyes. Yum.
Emmett wrapped a protective arm around Rosalie and winked at me.
"Let's get you a drink heartbreaker." He teased.
Two minutes later and three tequila shots were placed in front of me by a grinning Emmett.
"Emmett, take it easy? She's tiny, we want her to be conscious!" Rosalie scorned, and her tone made me laugh. I loved this stunning couple.
I downed the shots in seconds, Rosalie and Emmett staring at me with a mixture of shock and awe.
"We start drinking at 18 in England." I reminded them.
"Three more shots please!" I ordered the bartender.
The night blurred into a mixture of shots and dancing, sometimes dancing with Rose and Em, and then flirting with a random guy for a few minutes, ignoring them when they started to get touchy. Then the guy I'd noticed staring at me when I'd entered the bar approached me, smiling at me. I met him halfway, wrapping my arms around his neck. It felt weird touching someone who wasn't ice cold. Almost unpleasant. I needed to ignore the feeling of longing, and acted impulsively, pressing my body against his.
"So what's your name?" He shouted over the music. I didn't reply to him, instead I shook my head, and pressed my lips to his. He moaned in response and pulled me tighter, our kiss becoming heated, but still, all I could think of was what it would be like to kiss Jasper like this, to listen to the thumping music as our bodies grind against each other, tongues touching and hands grabbing.
The nameless guy pulled away from me, but only so he could grab my hand and pull me towards the bathroom.
If I was sober and not angry at Jasper I would have laughed at his boldness, instead, I followed him.
We practically fell into the bathroom, his hands on my hips pushing my skirt up, and trying to push my panties to one side.
"Dude, calm down. I'm not going to fuck you in a bathroom. Been there, done that, not my sort of thing."
I warned him, but he didn't stop, gripping my arm with one hand, his grip hurting me, with his free hand and trying to push his fingers into me. I tried to push him off but he was too strong, apparently being 1/8th immortal vampire wasn't useful when I was 7/8th drunk out of my mind.
"Get off me!" I shouted, and then he was ripped away from me, too fast for him to have s changed his mind.
"You fucking pig. She said get off of her!" Rosalie growled, grasping him by his hair and actually hissing into his ear. Rosalie, the sweet, strong woman was gone. This was the killing machine who had wreaked revenge on her attackers and fiancé. And this had clearly triggered something in her.
"Rose!" Emmett growled, "don't kill him. He's not him."
Him being… Royce.
"Rose, please. Just seriously maim him and he should learn his lesson." My speech was slurred, I'd had far too much to drink.
"Emmett, I think I'm going to pass out." I warned, falling to the ground as I said it, but landing in a pair of strong arms before I hit the floor, and everything disappeared.
I woke up to cold hands probing my head, and a throbbing pain following the movement.
I groaned at the sensation, nausea flowing over me.
"It's okay Bea, you're home now."
My eyes flickered open to see Carlisle leaning over me, concern etched on his face.
"Your bruises are pretty bad. It's a good thing Rosalie and Emmett got to you before things got nasty."
I laughed, with no humour in my voice.
"Before things turned nasty? Carlisle, he forced himself on me, he… his fingers…"
The thought out what he'd tried to do me made bile rise in my throat, but before I could throw up Carlisle had placed a bucket in front of me. I emptied my stomach as Carlisle said nothing. When I'd finished he moved the bucket away from me.
"I know Beatrice. I'm sorry, that was insensitive of me. I just meant I'm glad you weren't in Rosalie's position."
I knew he meant to be kind, so I let his comment go.
"I need to thank Rose and Em." I groaned, standing on my shaking legs and supporting myself on the bed I'd been passed out on.
According to Carlisle they were waiting for me to wake up downstairs. Alice hadn't left her room since the incident yesterday, and Jasper hadn't been seen since the three of us left to go drinking.
Carlisle supported my weight as I made my way down the stairs, the bannister not helping much. Rosalie ran over to me, rambling about how worried she was and how angry she was about what that guy had done to me last night.
My head was pounding too much to comprehend fully what she was saying.
"Rose, I'm fine. That guy was a dick, but you saved me. A few bruises is nothing compared to what could have happened."
"Bruises?"
Jasper's voice suddenly rang across the room, and I turned to stare at him.
"Why are you covered in bruises?" He questioned again, the militant tone I've heard only once before shrouding his usual voice.
"It's nothing Jasper. I drank too much, some guy tried to get with me, Rose stopped him. It's cool." I insisted.
He shook his head and took a few steps towards me.
"He forced himself onto you? And you were drunk? And no one thought to tell me!" He was shouting now, almost shaking with anger.
"Jasper, calm down. You're going to scare Beatrice." Carlisle ordered. Jasper ignored him, walking closer to me and reaching a hand towards my face, but changing his mind when I flinched away from him.
"Jasper, I don't know if you're deliberately forgetting, but I'm still furious at you. Now if you don't mind, I need to sleep. My head is killing me and I can't stand to look at you much longer." It killed me to say it, because I wanted to do nothing more than lie on Jasper's cold chest and drift of to sleep, soothing my headache. But what he'd done to me still felt like a hand reaching into my chest and twisting my heart in its fist, so I held my head up and gave Rose a hug, then Emmett, before smiling at Carlisle and stumbling up the stairs, throwing myself on the huge bed Esme had bought me, and falling into a deep sleep, dreaming of the ice cold man who had broken my heart before I even knew it belonged to him.