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J POV

Oh, I plan on it. Too bad you stuck in here, I could definitely use the help. Your hands just feel so much better than mine, oh well. I guess I'll have to make do.

I bit forcefully into my lip, not letting up until I tasted blood in my mouth. I needed to hold back a moan. I watched her leave, my curiosity and imagination only getting wilder and wilder from that moment on. I imagined what she was doing to herself, how she was touching herself, how she was making herself moan. My cock strained painfully against my jeans, throbbing with jealously as imagines of her panting while pumping her fingers inside her, flooded my mind. My mind ran wild the longer she was gone and I tried desperately to find any excuse to get out of here and find her, watch her, touch her, kiss her, fuck her senseless.

Before I could come up with a coherent excuse, she slid back into the room, looking a little flushed. I quickly grabbed the note and wrote, You're going to pay for that. Tease! and slid it across the desk so she could see it when she sat down.

She gasped slowly as her eyes focused on the page in front of her. As soon as she was seated, she grabbed her pen and went to work.

Oh what? You going to punish me Jazzy? I could imagine her purring in my ear, as I knew she would have if we'd been allowed to talk.

The most dirty, sexually explicit and down right incredible images came to mind as I began to write my reply.

You're damn right I am, Sugar. I wanted so badly to write what I would do to her, but I held back and baited her to ask for it. I slid the note to her as a mischievous smile played on her pouty lips. She slipped a hand into the pocket of her jean skirt and fisted her hand around something I couldn't see before she shoved whatever it was in my pocket, her fingers lingering against my cock for too brief of a second. I was about to check what was in my pocket, when she distracted me with the note.

And how would you do that?

By the way, I thought I should give you those, seeing as how I have no use for them now.

Oh fuck. My cock twitched and my leg started to shake with anticipation. My hand even shook as I tried to steady the pencil.

Describe them to me, and I'll tell you how I'm going to punish you for making yourself cum. It took every ounce of self control to stay in charge and control of the situation but it was worth it, I could tell the dominant stance I took only made her that much more wetter.

I unfolded the note and groaned as I read it.

You mean the soaked, lacy, little, white thong I shoved in your pocket because you got me so wet I couldn't wear it anymore?

Now tell me what you'll do to me, or I'll go do it too myself, AGAIN.

If I could have watch, I definitely would have let her, but since I was stuck here, only able to imagine the ways she was touching herself, with a painful and painfully obvious erection, I couldn't let that happen again.

First we must establish what you are being punished for before we get to the sentencing part.

Now lets see, there is the issue of indecent exposure, which you did not allow me to be exposed to.

Then there is the pain and suffering my erection has caused me in your absences.

Not to mention the psychological effects on my mind when I thought of your little fingers sliding in and out of your pussy as moan out, coming all over your little hand.

Then, there is the matter of your lacy white thong that is burning a hole in my pocket, causing damage to my property.

Also, the threat that you'll do it again must be taking into consideration.

Lastly, the torture and torment I've endure must be made up for.

I felt entirely arrogant as I passed the note back to her. I watched her as she read it and moaned softly. She chewed on her lip for a moment, rubbing her thighs together as one and wrote and the other rested on her exposed thigh, threatening to relief her.

I'm not sorry. Do what you will to me, but I don't regret fucking myself in the bathroom stall, with on leg propped up on the wall as I slid three fingers inside me, moaning and screaming your name when I came. Maybe I deserve your punishment but whatever you do to me, I'll take it and scream for more. Nothing you could do would make me regret what I did. The way I thought about you, the way I imagined it was your fingers inside my wet pussy. They way I panted, moaned and screamed your name as my fingers became soaked with my juices.

I almost came in my pants when I read that, and reread that, maybe six times. When I was finally able to control myself, I wrote back.

I swear Alice, if I lose my shit right here, I will take you home and make you clean it up with your tongue, while I cum in that dirty little mouth of yours.

I realised I wasn't helping the situation, and I knew if I wrote what I wanted to do to her later, I'd almost certainly lose it. I gripped tightly on my leg, waiting for Alice to pass the note back.

Will that be part of my punishment? Getting down in front of you, sucking your cock and swallowing your cum?

By now I was almost panting, I looked at the clock, only to realise that was since another hour to go before I could fuck Alice senseless.

Yes, and I think after you take care of my little problem, your hands should be bound, so there is no chance you will try anything again. Then I'll go with the age old saying, 'an eye for an eye' and make sure you cannot move as I tease your pussy, stopping just before you are about to cum each time. Once I think you've had enough, and you've been sufficiently tortured, I will release your hands, letting you grip onto the headboard as I fuck you harder than you've ever been before.

By the way, third floor men's washroom next to the dance studio, I'll be there if you want to come find me.

I didn't wait for her reply, I probably wouldn't be able to handle it, instead I readjusted and headed to the washroom. I was prepared to wait ten minutes, to see if Alice showed up, but I didn't have too. Only two minutes after I left, she was right behind me. I didn't even have time to ask, my legs had a mind of their own, as I closed the gap between us, taking her lips in mine and pinning her little body against the wall. I pulled away abruptly, reluctantly breaking the kiss to undo my jeans and let my cock free of it's confinements.

"Would you like me to clean up the mess I've made?" She purred, licking her luscious lips so I knew what she was implying. I thought about it for a split second, but chose the latter and crashed my lips into hers, while hoisting her legs around my waist.

"No Darlin', but your punishment starts now, so get the skirt off your hips." I growled, unable to control the lust ridden caveman inside me. Alice obeyed and positioned my tip at her entrance. Her legs security wrapped around my hips, I pinned her between me and the wall, and bucked my hips forcefully into her.

"Oh god, yes." she screamed at the force as I continued thrusting into her, willing myself to last longer as I sucked on her neck to keep silent. Her nails raked along my back as I felt her walls tightening around my shaft, and she bit down into my shoulder, trying to muffle a scream. With one final thrust she released from my shoulder and moaned loudly, "Oh fuck, Jas-a-s-per." She panted as I came inside her while moaning out her name. Once we'd caught our breaths, Alice began to readjust her skirt and clean herself up.

"What thehell do you think your doing?" I hissed as I felt my cock harden at the very sight of her flushed cheeks.

"I-I was um, -going back?" She hesitated and I knew I had her right where I wanted her. I closed the gap between us, wrapping my arms around her hips and pulling her tight ass into my groin.

"Did I say you could go back? Don't make me punish you for that too." I purred, taking her earlobe into my mouth and sucking on it gently as she shivered in my grasp.

"What,-" She panted but cut herself off with a moan, "-what do you want me to…" She trailed off and gasped as my lips ghosted along her neck and my hands slid from her waist, cupping her breasts.

"Now you can clean up the mess you made." She nodded and I let her go, so I could stand against the wall for support. She knelt down in front of me, looking up at me through her lashes as she stroked me once gently before running her tongue along my shaft. She took me in her mouth, bobbing her head as her tongue swirled along my lengths. Suddenly she stopped, looking up at me through half lidded eyes she mumbled, "Sorry I need to readjust." I watched as she slid her skirt up past her hips, using one hand to steady me, while the other traveled under her skirt, furiously moving at the same pace her head bobbed along my cock. She moaned and relaxed, taking me deep into her throat as my hands twisted into her hair, forcing her to take it all in. When she moaned again, the vibration on my cock was too much, my head rolled back and I came again as she continued to moving, milking and swallowing every drop. I took a moment to caught my breath she stood up, pressing her little figure against mine and kissing me fiercely. I grabbed her, lifting her up and carrying her over to the sink. I placed her on the counter, smiling mischievously as I whispered, "It's your turn." and plunged two fingers inside her while my thumb rubbed her clit. She gasped and moaned in unison, her lips attaching to my neck so as not to moan too loudly.

Like it matters now. She's so loud, she could wake the dead. I bit my lip at the thought, her moaning turned me on more than anything. My free hand snaked around her hips, holding her against my hand as she rocked her hips into my movements.

"Oh god, Jasper, oh fuck." She hissed and I could feel her getting close, her walls were tightening around my fingers as I slid in a third.

"Cum for me, Alice." I purred, sliding my tongue along her neck before settling on the soft spot behind her ear.

"Oh god Jas-sper." Alice cried as her body collapsed into mine. After she took a few moments to catch her breath she hopped off the counter and fumbled to fix her skirt. "Shit, we got to get back." She muttered, grabbed my hand and dragged me from the bathroom, down too flights of stairs until we were in the hallway by the detention room.

"Miss Brandon." A voice called from behind us, and I winced, when I heard mine, "Mr. Whitlock."

Damnit.

A POV

"Miss Brandon. Mr. Whitlock." Mr. Cullen's voice rang in my ears. I really didn't care about getting in trouble, but Jasper…Oh crap Jasper. I cringed as it finally hit me, I'd broken my own rules, all my rules, and for what, a quickie in the boys bathroom.

Rule one: Darkness hides all.

Rule two: Friday was the end.

Rule three: No one gets close, I don't get hurt.

I was snapped from my self loathing as an enraged principal stomped towards me, "My office, both of you. And so help me god, if you are not there when I get back, I'll going to put in a word with my family who runs a loving juvenile detention center, in Alaska."

I knew I should have listened. I knew this threats weren't empty. I knew he was a man pushed to his limit, with his back against the wall, but something snapped in me.

"Is that a threat, Sir?" I spat venomously, taking an aggressive step towards him.

"No Alice, I intent very much to call Irina after I call both your parents and tell them we have you both on camera leaving the men's washroom together." Inside I could tell he was fuming, but he was beyond that, he was to the point were he was so pissed off he was calm.

"Do it." I hissed before I felt a hand clasp around my arm, dragging me backwards.

"No, we'll wait at the office Sir." Jasper shouted as he dragged my body down the hallway while I stayed focused on Mr. Cullen with a fixed snarl. We were in front of the office when Jasper finally let me go, and I let go of all the rage I'd built up towards Jasper, towards Mr. Cullen, towards my father, towards my mother, towards him…

"Don't you ever fucking touch me again!" I shrieked a high pitched cry, piercing enough to shatter glass.

"Whoa, baby? Calm down." Jasper whispered as he took a cautious step back.

Everything in my vision went red, my body was only controlled by the rage I'd felt. "Don't call me baby. I. Am. Not. Your. Baby." I hissed venomously, punctuating each word with a short breath to make it clear.

"Okay, sorry Alice, just calm down alright?" His eyes pleaded with me, begging me not to slip further into the insanity that has become me.

I could feel the end coming, I was so near to the words as they danced and played on the tip of my tongue, threatening to slither out before I was ready to hear them, much less speak them aloud. I was in to deep, now I had to choose to sink or swim, to sink into this hole of a town, or to swim like hell, getting as far away as I can, before drowning in my sea of whiskey and self destruction. I put myself in this position and now I'd have to give my first 'goodbye' something I've never done before. I've never said goodbye to anyone before, I always just ran, ran before they could hurt me, ran before they could leave me, ran before he could find me. And now, I wasn't sure if I should run or say goodbye, if I should give him a chance to stop me, to find me, to save me, or if I should just disappear like I'd never existed.

We both know what you'll do, your selfish. You don't care who you step on. My conscience retorted spitefully, but it running is my only way to survive. In my life, its survival of the fastest.

And before my brain could catch up with my body, I was moving. The hallway was flying past me as my legs carried me towards the double doors.

I skidded to a halt and looked over my shoulder before pulling open the door, there stood Jasper froze to the ground as he looked at me with questions and hurting eyes. Behind him stood Mr. Cullen, gaping at my courage or cowardice with Rosalie by his size, whose eyes bore into in me, iced over with understanding.

R POV

I couldn't look Jasper in the eye as we took our seats in front of Mr. Cullen's desk. I knew he was hurting, I knew the pain in his eyes would be unbearable, and I knew, if I did look, I wouldn't be able to leave Emmett, like Alice left Jasper.

So I didn't look.

I focused on Mr. Cullen instead.

"I just, I just can't believe this. Ever since she's-" Mr. Cullen pointed in the direction Alice had gone, "-been here, you kids have just run wild. Maybe it would just be easier to take care of the cause and the problem will resolve itself." He thought aloud and he paced the small path behind he desk, pausing once or twice to stare out the window.

I could feel Jasper stir next to me, I could feel his discomfort and unease at the idea of Alice being kicked out, but I still couldn't look, or I'd lose my nerve.

Instead, I did what Alice had asked of me and pretended nothing changed, when really, everything had changed that night on the porch. "Good, she's a fucking cunt anyways."

Mr. C's eyes bugged out of their socket as he shouted, "Rosalie!" Just like my mother would scold me. "Never mind your cursing, don't ever use that word again, its so degrading to all women, and horribly offensive."

A sadistic smirk played on my lips as I challenged him, "What you mean cunt? Well, its true, she is a cunt."

He flinched with anger at my repetition but ignored it.

"I'm out of options here, all I can do now is expel Alice, and hope you guys learn from it." Mr. Cullen seemed reluctant, like he didn't want it to come to this but he had no other choice. I knew nothing I'd say in this meeting would get me the same fate as Alice, no amount of cussing or swears could ever equal to what Alice did today. With Alice as a comparison, I couldn't do anything to get myself kicked out. Nothing I could do would be as bad.

"Good, maybe she'll learn her place then." I quipped, holding my queen bitch façade as I tried to hide the scheming my eyes no doubt betrayed.

"Would you just shut up, for once Rosalie, please?" Jasper hissed, daring me to look him in the eyes, attempting me to see his pain, to see Emmett's.

Normally I would have had a witty, sarcastic or just plain rude remark, but today I had nothing, I just did as he asked and shut up, for once not having anymore to say.

"I'm placing you both on in school suspension for the week, along with detentions for the next two weeks." Mr. Cullen announced, his usual authoritative, cold expression back in place.

"Are you calling home?" Jasper's uneasy tone made his worries clear.

"I should, but I'll let it go this time. If it ever happens again Mr. Whitlock…" He trialed off, letting Jasper's imagination fill in the consequences.

When Mr. C dismissed us, I raced outside to wait by Emmett's jeep, knowing he still had another ten minutes of detention. I scanned the parking lot for Alice's van, but saw nothing. After ten long minutes of shuffling for foot to foot staring at the pavement, Emmett appeared next to me, with a little bundle of black leather, I quickly recognised as Alice's purse.

"Hey Baby girl." Emmett called with a loving smile that made my chest hurt.

"What's that?" I pointed at the purse, waiting for him to confirm what I already knew.

"Home girl's purse." He chuckled as he wrapped his free arm around my shoulders, squeezing me into a one arm hug.

"I can take it to her if you want. Cullen said have to apologise to her." I lied hoping he was too preoccupied looking down my blouse to notice.

Emmett muttered something unintelligible and tossed me the bag, not piling his eyes away from my cleavage for a second. If it had been anyone else, I would have smacked them, but Emmett is the reason I dress like this. I like it went other guys look, Emmett doesn't but I think he should because everyone knows I belong to Emmett, so when other boys check out my tits or ass or whatever, its like a compliment to Emmett. They can look, dream, fantasize and curse the fact, all they want but it wont change anything.

"So babe, what's the plans for tonight?" I mumbled, staring at my shoes, so he couldn't see the guilt my eyes held.

"Trainin'. Got a game next week, sorry B." He mumbled reluctantly, looking at the ground, kicking the dirt with his shoe.

"That's okay." I whispered and gave him a peck on the cheek before turning in the direction of my car. "Hey Em?" I called back, capturing his full attention. "You know I love you, right?"

Please know I'm doing this because I love you.

"I know baby girl." He closed the gap between us, wrapping his strong arms securely around me, holding me to his chest. "I love you too, Rosalie." He whispered in my ear and squeezed me tighter before letting go and give me a soft kiss.

I watched him leave, willing myself to believe it was he who was leaving me because I wasn't ready to face the reality.

"Goodbye Emmett McCarthy, forget me, as I will never forget you." I whispered as his black jeep spun out of the parking lot. I held back a tear and crossed the lot of my car. I sat behind the steering wheel sobbing for a moment before noticing a torn white sheet tucked under my wiper. I grabbed the sheet, staring at it blankly for a moment.

Please don't be a ticket, please don't be a ticket. I grimaced as I flipped it over and grinned when I realised it wasn't a ticket.

My grin fell flat when I read the first line.

Tonight.

I bit my lip and continued to read it.

10 pm. I'll pick you up at the end of your street. If your not there at 10, I'll know you changed your mind.

A.

At the bottom were nine digits scrawled out and the words 'cell phone' written next to it. I quickly got my own phone out and entered her in my contacts before typing a confirmation.

I'll be there, and I have your purse.-R.

I hit send and turned the key, bring the engine of my cherry red BMW convertible to life.

When I got home, mom was in her bedroom and dad was in the shower, which usually means they're out for the night.

I slammed the door behind me, not obnoxiously but simply to catch their attention. Mom came flying down the Victorian style staircase, curlers and all.

"Oh good, Rosie honey your home. You father and I have tickets to the ballet tonight at dinner reservations in an hour. Your supper is in the stove." She said as she raced up the stairs, holding her curlers up as she jogged.

An hour later, they were gone and I was shoving countless pairs of Manolo Blahniks into a suitcase.

Two hours and four suitcases later, I was fucked. I rolled them to the top of the stairs, and pushed them down, like a slinky, a very loud, heavy, huge slinky. It was almost 9'o clock when I finally called Alice for help, realising their was no way I'd be getting those suitcases all the way down the road with some help. She reluctantly agreed to come help me and said she'd be by soon. When I hung up with her, I immediately headed to my parent's room for some cash. I knew my father kept mostly cash, seeing as how most of his income he couldn't declare. I found what I was looking for in a hole inside their mattress and pulled out a nice, but unnoticeable fist full, like I did every time I wanted to go shopping without mom.

I didn't have to wait long for Alice, despite the condition of her van, she sure does move fast.

"Four fucking suitcases Rose? Jesus Christ, those damn things are bigger then me." She huffed standing behind a suitcase and practically disappearing.

My features pleaded with her to let me keep them, but I knew it was a lost cause. "Fine, I'll get a smaller one." I grumbled trying to bargain with her.

"You can keep three Rosalie." She held up three fingers to emphasis her point as I pouted but she wouldn't budge, not even for a puppy dog pout.

"Fine." I muttered and started shoving the contents of one suitcase into the other three and my handbag. After I'd packed a few pairs of shoes and articles of clothing into Alice's purse as well so my own, we quickly lugged the suitcase back upstairs and I locked the door behind me, not once looking back.

"Ali?" I whined as we drove down a dark back road, leading to the outskirts of town and eventually another town all together.

"What Rose?" She exhaled showing her annoyance. I honestly wasn't sure if it was a good idea to annoy her further, but I couldn't help myself.

"Looks like where besties now." I snickered, knowing this would definitely annoy the crap out of her.

"Ugh.-" She groaned, taking her hand off the steering wheel to slap her forehead, while I little smile threatened to break out on her lips, "-If you promise to never, ever say that again, fine."

"I wasn't asking."

"I know."

Then we drove in silence, and I rested until Alice was too tired -or drunk, I should say, to drive anymore, so I took over. Alice fell asleep on my suitcase, reminding me of a tiny, vulnerable kitten, torn away for its mother before ready. I passed throw Port Angelus and continued towards Seattle. We hadn't set a destination yet, we were just driving to wherever. I watched the clock, listened to the radio, focused on the road, and waited for Alice to wake up. Driving at night was always tedious and boring, now more than ever since my mind was plagued with questions, questions I doubt she'd ever answer.

I was broken from these thoughts however, by a low, incoherent mumbled from the back. I wasn't sure if she was awake or not, so I didn't reply and focused on the road.

It was only when I was finally able to make sense of her half conscious mumbles, did panic wash over me. I could hear the contents of the back being shuffled around as she probably stirred in her sleep, but her words scared me, and I anticipated the worst.

"No. Stop. Don't." She panted and I slowed the van, pulling off on the shoulder just as the screaming started.

A POV

My eyes snapped open at my own screaming. This wasn't normal, this time it wasn't just a memory, it was a premonition. It started as a memory, but quickly the scenery changed, and I wasn't alone with him and his friends anymore, Rosalie was there too.

Shit, Rosalie. I was suddenly well aware of my surroundings, finally realising I wasn't at my Dad's, in my bed and I wasn't alone. My eyes met Rosalie's as her features aged with panic and worry.

"What the…?" She trailed off, not blinking her panicked eyes once.

"Nothing. Just a memory." I muttered as I climbed over the bench into the passenger's seat.

That wasn't just a nightmare Alice. That is what will happen. My conscience crept by into my thoughts before I had the chance to reach for the bottle tucked neatly under the seat. Maybe seeing the future wouldn't be such a bad thing, nothing could be worst then constantly reliving the past. At least if I saw the future and knew what was coming, maybe change wouldn't be so scared because I could plan for it.

More like run from it. I pressed the cold glass to my lips and drank in the comfort I'd found in the bottom of countless empty bottles.

Once my drink was finished, Rosalie snatched the bottle from my hands as she pulled back onto the road. I smirked at the fact that she thought she'd got me and pulled two pre-made water bottles of mixes out from under the seat.

"What'cha got there?" She mused, placing the whiskey she'd stolen from my gasp behind her seat.

"A screwdriver for the mechanic." I tossed the bottle of orange liquid at her, "And a rum and coke for the Captain." She giggled at the name she'd given me but her features quickly fell and she shot me a sober look.

"I'll trade you, yours for mine." She whispered and my throat went dry, begging to be wet with boozes.

"al-al-right." I stuttered, tripping over the simple word, because the next ones wont be so simple.

"Well, Alice ask me anything. I think I've told you all but if there's anything I forgot to explain,-" I cut her off, it was now or never.

"My mom hung herself. What was so bad about your life that you needed to leave?" I blurted out, felling oddly lighter as I took a slip of the rum.

"One time I saw my father beat a man half to death. He didn't realise I was home. When he did he told me they were only talking, and to go play inside. I heard on the radio the next week that the man was missing. I used to call him uncle by he was just a friend of my father and my father killed him." She countered and took a swig from her bottle, no doubt washing the bitter taste of the memory from her mind.

"My step father and his friends used to beat me half to death while shooting up with junk." I muttered, trying to push out the memories of what else they used to do.

"One time I accidentally met one of my father's girlfriends. The sad part, I was sixteen and she was eighteen, we were on the cheer squad together the year before." She drank to that, which had become our ritual; give a memory, take a drink, give a memory, take a drink.

"He raped me. He took my virginity on the bed he shared with my mother. He raped me in front of his friends and eventually, he let them rape me too." I stated emotionlessly, feeling nothing anymore, not even numb as I took my drink.

"My twelfth birthday party, Edward's dad busted in, arresting my father and searching the house while I had all the girls from school sleeping over and finding guns and ounces of cocaine." She drank the screwdriver washing away the pain.

"I had to abort my step father's child. A kid from school saw. Everyone knew but I couldn't tell anyone whose it was." I gulped down my drink, but nothing was strong enough to mask the disgusted taste in my mouth. I lit a cigarette, hoping it would at least make it bearable.

"I came home early one day and saw my mother threatening my father at gun point, screaming about his whores. This was right after he'd killed uncle Charlie, I'm surprised she didn't kill him, I would have." I was stunned, I gaped at Rosalie as she drank the memory away. It wasn't her memory that shocked me, but it was how easily she said she would have killed her father.

"I slept with my best friend's boyfriend a few weeks after the abortion, she thought we were carrying on an affair and beat the shit out of me, thinking it was his kid I aborted." I reached for the bottle behind her seat, having finished my own.

"Whatta bitch. Ah, at least you had a few years of real friendship. I've never had a true friend before, everyone either hated me, was scared of my family or used me for protection and social status." Rosalie shook her head and drank.

"I drove my brand new Porsche into a tree after my mother died. I still hate the ambulance guys for saving me." I huffed and stared out the window, willing myself not to cry. There's something about wishing your life was taken from you, when you go a second chance, that no matter how much you wish it were different, it still hurt to wish.

"I don't.-" Rosalie whispered, before letting her voice gain strength, "-You're the first real friend I've ever had."

I snorted, "Well then, poor you 'cause apparently I'm a pretty lousy friend." only now did I realise how true that statement was. I'd been a horrible friend to Jane, to Bella, to Edward, to Emmett and to Jasper.

"Nah, people just except to much of their friends. The whole concept is overrated and holds too much merit. Like everyone has their own new labels to slap on a friend before they can define it as such, when in reality a friend is just someone that helps you and receives help from you. Not judgement, not guilt, not even trust, just help."

I sat in silence for a while, letting her harsh but realistic words sink in.

"Do you love him Alice?" Rosalie pulled me from my thoughts, and sending me into a whole new spiral of confusion. I didn't even have to ask her to elaborate, when I looked at her expression, I knew.

Do I like him?

"Yes. yes I do."

"Then why did you leave him?" I could tell she was looking for validation in my actions for her own, and if I couldn't be a descent friend to her, I could at least give her that.

"Because he deserves someone whole. Someone without my past. Someone who can give themselves to him completely."

But yes, yes I do love Jasper Whitlock with every fibre of me that can still hold love, but the question is, is there enough pieces left. Is it enough and will it ever be enough?

Rosalie and I switched places, and thoughts of Jasper Whitlock plagued my mind as I drove towards a midnight Seattle outline.

Jimmy POV

I awoke with an uneasy sense of panic rushing over me, a full two hours before my alarm was set. My feet propelled me to the door and down the hallway, towards Alice's bedroom before my mind could register my actions. The door flung open with ease and I silently thanked the lord she hadn't replaced that darn lock but my silent praise quickly vanished as my eyes fell upon her empty bed.

Okay, okay. No worries, she is probably upset with me and snuck out to stay at a friend's. As much as I tried to reign in my fears, my worries grew stronger. I knew I was jumping to conclusions, but my daughter is missing, and I have no idea who her friend's are or where she could be.

My thoughts immediately fell on Jacob as my legs carried me towards the phone without the knowledge of my mind, until my fingers pushed against the keypad.

"Whatta- Hello?" A very groggy Billy answered and only then did I realise it was four o'clock in the morning.

He would do the same if it was Jake. "Bill, it's Jimmy. Alice snuck out last night and I don't know where she would have went, I need to speak with Jacob." I tried to keep my voice from cracking, but my mind was racing to the worst case scenario and I didn't like it one bit.

"Alice! Well, why didn't you say so. I'll go wake him up." Billy sounded live and alert now, as if panic of his own son not being in his bed, shot through Billy's mind. I heard Billy trying to wake Jacob up, but not even Jacob's 'fuck off dad' could lighten the mood. My stomach was in knots, and I had a every bad feeling about this.

"Hel-lo?" Jacob mumbled, in a way one would talk in their sleep.

"Jacob, Alice is missing, I need to know who her friends are, and where she could have gone?" I held a neutral, concerned parent tone. No need to worry Jake, Billy may understand, but Jacob certainly wouldn't.

"Uh…Bella.-" He muttered in a dreamy, puppy love voice. In any other circumstance, Billy and I would have teased him, saying he had a crush on this girl, but now was not the time. "- Bella Swan, Edward Masen's girlfriend." His voice grew stronger and I would assume he was waking up.

Before I could ask any more questions, Billy voice rang through my ears, "I'm on my way. I'm just going to make sure Jacob gets up and I'll be there as soon as possible."

After I protested and finally gave in, we said our goodbyes and I paced the room, waiting for Billy to arrive or the hours to pass so I could call Elizabeth Masen.

Calling Liz was my second biggest fear next to something happening to Alice, well third actually. My second biggest fear would be something happening to my son.

Billy arrived not long after he said he would and he immediately went to the kitchen and started fixing breakfast.

"You know how teenagers are, I'm sure she's just at a friend's house. Or at worst a boy's house." Billy called from the other room, not easing the worry I'd felt one bit.

A boy's house? God I hope not…wait, what was that boy's name that took her on a date that time?

Billy and I sat in silence as we waited for the hours to tick by, so I could call Liz. Now not only was Alice missing, but this would be the first time I'd talked to Liz since Alice was born. To say I wasn't scared shitless would be a lie.

Finally seven o'clock rolled by and my shaky fingers dialled the nine digit number.

"Masen Residents." A female voice rang blissfully through the phone.

"Liz…" I hesitated and I could hear her breathing hitch through the phone.

"Jimmy?" She whispered softly as if she'd just seen a ghost.

"I need to talk to the boy Liz."

Then there was heavy breathing, panting almost. "You can't Jimmy. No, Tom doesn't even know, please, you can't. Don't. Please!" She begged, panic and concern for her son wide thick in her tone.

"Liz, I need to speak to my son, it's about Alice."

Billy gasped.

Wow... wait, WHAT?

Bet you didn't see that coming. :)