Here's Chapter 10.

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"Carlisle! Help! Carlisle!"

The screams tore from his throat as he thrashed violently. He should have been able to break the restraints that were holding him, but he didn't stand a chance. He was stuck. He felt physically sick as the smell of burning wood drifted up from below. If he wasn't careful, if he kept thrashing, he'd break through the wooden floor and become even more exposed to the rising flames. He could already feel the heat rising, getting closer to him. He knew it was only a matter of time.

"Carlisle!" He screamed again, thrashing once more. He had to break the restraints. He had to get out of here.

"Jasper?!"

His breath hitched in his throat. He wished the slight relief he felt could spread through his body, but there was no way it could. Not until he was out of here. Not until he was safe. He wanted to scream at Carlisle, to tell him not to come in. It wasn't safe. He couldn't let Carlisle die because of him.

"Carlisle!" He shouted again. He wanted to warn him, but he couldn't. He had a chance at being rescued. He could feel Carlisle's presence above him. "Carlisle! Please!"

Jasper hadn't realised he was crying, but the sobs suddenly broke free, surprising him.

"Jasper!" Carlisle called again and Jasper realised that he was on the roof immediately above him.

"Carlisle!" He shouted once more and moments later a rain of wood fell down on him. He watched Carlisle climb easily through the hole that he had made, carefully dropping himself beside him.

"Jasper." Carlisle breathed and Jasper could feel the odd mixture of relief and panic coming from the patriarch. Carlisle rushed over to him, dropping to his knees instantly. He knew what Carlisle must be thinking. Why couldn't he have untied himself? It should have been easy. And it would have been. Had it not been for the fact that his fingers had been broken and left to heal wrong. His wrists were also broken, ripped slightly from his arms.

Carlisle worked quickly but carefully, untying the restraints. He lifted Jasper into his arms, easily smashing his window with his foot and jumping out. Jasper felt Carlisle running and soon they were away. Carlisle propped him up against a tree.

Carlisle checked him before running back towards the burning building. Jasper forced himself to calm down. He was free now. Carlisle was here. He was okay. That didn't stop his pain, though. He left his hands resting in his lap. He couldn't bring himself to try and fix himself up.

"Jasper," Carlisle asked when he returned, kneeling down in front of him, "my son, who did this?"

"I didn't know him, Carlisle," Jasper explained. "It was a newborn. He was too strong for me to deal with."

Jasper couldn't help but feel shame. He had been in charge of so many newborns, and here he couldn't even fight off one.

He heard Carlisle sigh softly, upset radiating from him. It made Jasper feel worse.

"I'm sorry." He whispered, feeling so much shame it was almost crippling.

"No," Carlisle shook his head, kneeling down beside him, "you've nothing to apologise for. Jasper, I need you to sit tight."

Jasper knew what was coming. Carlisle was going to fix his hands up.

Which meant re-breaking his bones so that they'd heal properly.

By the time Carlisle had finished, Jasper was hoarse. He had his head resting against Carlisle's shoulder. Carlisle had worked as fast as he could, but he'd had to be careful that he didn't do anything wrong.

"Let's get you home," Carlisle spoke and Jasper allowed him to lift him to his feet. Even though he could feel he was healing, the pain was still intense. "Alice is waiting for you. She's very worried."

Jasper nodded, walking alongside Carlisle. He didn't want to run.

Jasper felt Carlisle's hand on his back, just below his neck. It was a nice gesture. His touch was soft, but firm. A father's touch.

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