A/N: Thank you AshleyBatmanner. You are now pardoned from your karate chapping from the fangirls. To those who pm'd me threaten...er..begging for it. Here it is.

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Sunday

Jasper POV

"What?" I snapped into my phone as I watched Alice leave.

"Jasper?" Maria's voice sounded stuffy on the other side of the phone.

"Oh, baby, what's wrong?" I asked softly as I heard a quiet sob. My mind immediately flew to my sister and mother and what extremes they might go to in order to scare Maria off.

"It's Vicky. She's having It." I knew instantly what she was talking about.

Victoria and James Townsend were some of Maria's best friends in New York. They were also about to be parents. I could never understand those two. Victoria had taken to calling the baby It and I wasn't even sure if they were actually going to name him anything else. They were being given a wonderful gift, and yet they had no desire for parenthood at all.

"I have to go back. She wants me there. Nettie said she could pick me up at the airport and I'll stay with Lucy until you get back," Maria said calmly and I heard the sound of a zipper being zipped in the background. "I just need to get back to the airport so I was going to take the rental and you could use your mom's car if that's okay..."

"Yeah. That's fine," I said quietly as I stared out into the road where Alice had disappeared.

"Okay, good. Then I'll see you when you get home."

"Yeah." I couldn't tell her that this was my home; that I didn't want to go back to a cold, New York apartment where everything inside was worth more money than it should be. Where there were no pictures hanging on the wall and the sparkling interior made me cringe from how little it looked like anyone lived there.

"I love you."

"Love you too."

"Bye." She hung up and I sighed as I closed my phone and put it back in the pocket of my coat.

"How could you Jasper?" Bella's voice was small as she stood behind me, her eyes teary and her full lips pulled down into a deep frown.

"Not now Bells..."

"Yes now. Jasper, when you left, you didn't just leave us and Alice behind..." Bella stopped and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath to calm herself. "Jasper, why did you do that to her?"

"She was yelling at me for leaving her five years ago, Bella. Five years ago when my parents made me leave her. And all the time her boyfriend was behind her looking like he wanted to kill me..."

"Paul isn't her boyfriend," Bella said simply as she shook her head. "Alice doesn't date."

"But she..." I said incessantly.

"No Jasper, you just assumed that she had moved on. Well you know what, you were wrong." Rosalie appeared beside Bella, her eyes livid. "She hasn't dated anyone in five years. Five years Jasper! She's been on a few dates, but she always scares them off in the end so she can go back to pining away for you. And she's right you know. We were worried sick about you. No phone calls, no emails, no news at all about how you were. You could have been dead for all we knew. Do you know how much that killed Alice?"

"I didn't want to leave Rosalie. Why can't you all understand that? I didn't want to leave, but I had to and now I'm stuck looking like the bad guy that ruined everyone's lives. Is that fair?"

"Yes!" Rose practically yelled and Bella put a hand on her arm, trying to calm her down. Usually I could do that with one word, but I knew better than to try right now. Not when Rose looked about ready to murder me herself.

"You have no idea how much she's been through Jasper, while you were off gallivanting around New York."

"Rose," Bella hissed and I could see the warning in her eyes.

"No Bella. I want to know what has everyone mad at me. Why does everyone suddenly hate me? What did I do that was so wrong?"

"Go ask Alice," Rosalie sneered before turning on her heel and marching back into her mom's house, slamming the door behind her.

I looked back down to Bella's face. She was looking at her feet as tears streamed down her cheeks.

"Bells." I sighed as I reached out to pull her to me.

"No," she said and took a step back. "No, I'm not the one that's hurting right now."

With that she turned back toward the door and walked away. I watched her retreat, not knowing what to do.

"Bella?" I called out and she turned around to look at me.

"Has she really not dated anyone?"

"No. It's always been you."

I wasn't really thinking as I jumped in my mom's car and drove out of the Hale's driveway. I didn't even know what to do. I knew I shouldn't have yelled at Alice; I knew she had been heartbroken when I left her behind. I had been heartbroken when I left her behind, but I didn't even know if a simple apology would suffice for everything I had done wrong. She had every right to be angry with me, and I knew it. Maybe I should just pack up and go back to New York with Maria. It might be better, for both her and myself, if I were gone out of her life. Maybe I was just hurting her more by showing up again. I had almost resigned myself to the idea of going back to my house, packing my stuff up and leaving Fritch behind again, when I found myself pulling onto the familiar road that would lead to Alice's house. Or what had been her house. I knew so little about her that I didn't even know where she lived anymore. I didn't see her old Volkswagen beetle when I pulled up in front of the house, but I could only assume that after five years that car had been sent to the big highway in the sky.

Mindlessly, my body made its way out of the car and up the stone path to the front porch. My feet seemed to be propelling myself forward, while my mind was screaming at me to turn around. It was foolish…this would only hurt us both more in the end. Yet still, my finger reached out and pushed the doorbell. I waited with bated breath, my heart was sounding through my rib cage. I took a few deep calming breaths as I heard footsteps on the other side of the door. I had to keep my cool. I couldn't let her see me like this.

All thoughts left my body as soon as I saw who opened the door. Alice stood behind it. Her eyes were red and puffy and her hair was mussed up. Her tiny body was covered in a familiar black, threadbare T-shirt and she held a tissue tight in her right hand. I opened my mouth to speak as I took in her appearance. Then I shut it again. For the first time in what felt like forever, I didn't know what to say. I wanted so badly to just hold her and kiss away each tear that had fallen down her beautiful cheeks. And even though my mind knew I would never be able to, my body ached to hold her, to caress her, to feel her warm in my arms again as I held her close to me.

"Please don't do this," Alice sobbed quietly as she turned her head into the door and closed her eyes.

"Ali, please. I just want to apologize," I whispered as I fought the urge to pull her out of the door and into my arms.

"It's a little too late for that Jasper."

"There's no statute on saying 'I'm sorry.'"

"Are you?" she asked quietly, so quietly it took me a moment to respond.

"Am I what?"

"Are you sure you're sorry?" She looked up at me then, her amber eyes glistening with tears and I couldn't help it as I made my way toward her and bent my head down to look into her eyes.

"I've never been more sorry in my life," I whispered. "I know I can't say it enough. It will never be enough. Nothing will. But I need you to know that I'm sorry. For yelling, for leaving, for not calling...I'm sorry." I choked back the tears that were threatening to expose themselves. Alice hadn't moved from where we stood, her eyes locked with mine as I uttered the words I had been rehearsing over and over in my head since I had first hurt her. "I never should have left."

Tears streamed down her face as she closed her eyes. Her lips were trembling and her breathing was ragged. She didn't look at me or respond, and even though I had told her all I wanted to, I still felt hollow and empty inside as if something was missing. As I looked down into her face, I realized it was. My life would never be complete without Alice in it and she never could be. I didn't wait for permission as I leaned over her and kissed the top of her head softly, before saying the one thing I hadn't gotten to last time. "Goodbye."

I turned off of her porch quickly and headed back to my car. I shouldn't have come here; I had hurt her even more in my attempts to make amends.

"Jazzy." Alice's bell like voice filled my ears and my heart soared at the sound. I turned slowly and saw her standing bare-legged and barefoot on the porch. "You're right. You shouldn't have left."

"I know."

"But you did. And even when you had finished high school there, when you could legally come back...you didn't. It hurt Jasper. It hurt everyone, your family, Bella, Rose, Edward. It hurt me, Jazz. You're right, sorry will never be enough, but even though you left me, I'm not the one that lost."

"What are you..."

"Come inside. We need to talk."

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Besos.