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Enjoy. ~ Riney
Chapter 20.
BPOV
Emmett left me in the bed curled up, and that's where he found me.
"Didn't you at least go to the bathroom?" he joked, sitting on the bed next to me.
I shook my head.
"You're not going to melt into my bed Isabella Swan," he said softly, yet sternly.
"You can't make me move," I said defiantly.
He cocked a brow at me, "I outweigh you by at least a good eighty pounds, you wanna rethink that?"
I rolled my eyes.
He did have a point however.
"Where do you want me to go?" I asked.
"Have you called your doctor?" he asked.
"Why would I do that?" I asked with a frown.
"Well, maybe because you're having a serious breakdown?" he said tugging my hair.
"You think I'm going crazy?" I asked, eyes widening.
He scoffed, "No. I don't think you're going crazy. I think you need a little time off, that's all."
"I can take time off without calling my doctor," I said, my frown deepening.
"You need a break from the outside world," he said.
"I don't need to go to a mad house Emmett," I told him.
I was not crazy.
"It's not a crazy house," he said glaring at me. "It's a place that my aunt runs, it's for anyone who just needs a break and need to talk to someone with a neutral point of view."
"A retreat house?" I asked.
"Yeah," he said with a smile. "That's exactly what she calls it."
"And you swear it's not a crazy house?" I asked.
The idea of getting away and just relaxing sounded really good.
"I swear," he said.
"What's your aunt's name?" I asked.
"Esmé Cullen," he said.
I laughed, almost hysterically. I could see Emmett looking at me strangely, but I couldn't stop laughing.
The irony in the situation was just too funny to believe.
"What's so funny?" Emmett asked.
I shook my head, waving him off.
"I know your aunt," I said in between bursts of laughter.
He looked at me, his brows furrowed together, the cutest expression on his face.
I did what came to mind first.
I reached up, putting my hand behind Emmett's head, and I kissed him.
His lips were so soft, the complete opposite of his body.
My hands came down and on to his shoulders, I felt the muscle ripple under my touch.
He groaned into my mouth and I captured his tongue with mine.
Our tongues dueled for dominance and I sighed as his won; sucking on mine gently.
His teeth grazed the sensitive organ and my body shuddered, leaping up to press my chest against his.
"Belllla," ge groaned, breaking the kiss.
"I'm sorry," I said, voice husky with desire.
"No you're not," he said gruffly, moving back, to put space between us.
I smirked, leaning back into the pillow.
"How do you know my aunt?" he asked.
"She's my doctor," I told him.
His eyes widened, "She's your shrink?"
I rolled my eyes, "Shrink implies crazy," I told him.
"No it doesn't, a shrink is just a neutral friend you can get to help you resolve your problems," he said, frowning at me.
"Hmm, if you say so," I said warily.
"So you're gonna go?" he asked.
"I guess it wouldn't hurt to go," I said.
"I want you to be well," he said leaning over to rest his forehead against mine.
"I want to be well," I whispered, closing my eyes.
His intense stare was unsettling, I couldn't look into his eyes.
"Are you going to call her? Or do you want me to call?" he asked.
I pulled out of his arms, "You do it. I guess I've got to go home and pack."
Pausing halfway in putting his phone to his ear, "I'll go with you."
I nodded, getting out of the bed and crossing over to the window.
I could hear him behind me, "Aunt Esmé? Hi, it's me Emmett. My friend Bella...yeah your patient," he whispered that part; "...yeah she wants to go to Resolutions.
Okay, I'll get her there tonight."
It got quiet in the room, my back was still to him.
I didn't want him to pity me.
That's why I couldn't look at him.
I couldn't bare to see the look of pity on his face.
He had moved, I heard the bed creak in relief after his weight lifted from it.
His breaths were coming slow and steady from somewhere behind me, the heat from his body creeping over to me.
"B," he said quietly.
My traitorous body reacted to his call and I found my self turning towards him.
"You know that you can do this right?" he asked stepping closer to me.
I shook my head, catching my lip between my teeth. I watched as his eyes followed the movement, and they darkened.
"Stop distracting me," he snapped.
I recoiled and moved to turn away, but he reached out and touched me.
"I'm sorry," he said. "I just don't want you to get hurt."
"How will I get hurt?" I asked.
"You don't really want to ruin our friendship over sex do you?" he asked pinning me with his stare.
Did I want that?
Was I subconsciously pushing him away?
My eyes traced his facial features, the way his lip curved slightly at the edges, making his smirks devastating.
"No," I said softly.
"Exactly," he said. "So I'm going to be here for you always; as your friend."
Take it or leave it.
He didn't say it, but he could as well have.
"Let's go get my things," I said.
He nodded and we left, him following me, as I made my way home.
Two hours later, I was packed and ready to go. I decided that I would stay for at least the two months they initially recommended.
Emmett drove me, I figured leaving my car home would dissuade me from running away, I hardly said anything on the trip to the resort. I just listened to the music that was playing softly on the radio.
When the car stopped outside the beautiful grounds, I closed my eyes for a few moments.
I was doing this for me.
I obviously had unresolved issues, besides the obvious ones, with Jasper Whitlock.
I could do this.
I took a deep breath and got out of the car, Emmett joining me with my bags in hand.
"You ready to do this?" he asked with a grin.
I swallowed and forced a smile on my face.
"As ready as I'll ever be," I told him.
He bumped my shoulder with his and started walking towards the entrance of the resort.
I took another deep breath and followed him.
He was already talking to the receptionist when I finally reached him, my bags already gone from his side; I spotted a bell-boy heading up the stairs with my bags.
"Ah, here she is," Emmett said, throwing his arm around me.
I looked at the woman from under my lashes, she had a big, bright smile and a friendly face.
"Hello Isabella," she said, smile widening. "Welcome to 'Resolutions'."
JPOV
I made it all the way home.
The bag sitting on the seat next to me, taunting me on the drive home.
Outside was getting dark.
How long had I been gone?
How long had I been sitting there in my car?
My eyes moved over to the bag again.
Jasper.
I clenched my jaw and closed my eyes.
What the hell had I been thinking?
I snorted.
'You weren't thinking asshole,' the voice in my head taunted.
My cell phone was in my hand, I needed to call my sponsor.
I hadn't called her in months; boy would she be surprised to hear me.
If I called.
She'd be so disappointed.
I didn't want to hear that in her voice.
I didn't want to see the look of pity in her face.
I didn't call her.
I called the one person who I knew who would deal with this.
PPOV
I had never driven so fast in my life.
When my phone rang and I heard the voice on the other end, my entire body went cold.
It had been forever, it seemed, that he had sounded like that.
I took a steadying breath.
I had to be calm when I got there.
Any agitation would make the situation worse.
I got to his house in fifteen minutes, that was much faster than the half-hour drive it usually took.
His car was still in the drive-way, that was a good sign. I jumped out of my car and headed up the driveway, nearly sprinting.
Movement out of the corner of my eye stopped me mid-run.
I whirled around to find him sitting in the car.
I opened the door, my eyes immediately landed on the packet sitting on the seat next to him.
My eyes flew up, searching his face or more so, his eyes.
I sighed in relief when I realized his eyes were clear, albeit a little red.
Was he crying?
Oh he would be, by the time I got through with him.
Glad he had a head start.
I grabbed the little package and shoved it into my jacket pocket.
"Petey," he whispered, turning towards me.
"Get out of the car," I said, harsher than I would like, but he didn't need me to coddle him.
"I didn't..." he started before stopping and looking at me.
Whatever he saw on my face, must've tipped him off that I was not in the mood for any long-winded explanations.
He got out of the car.
I was on him before he could close the door.
His head swung back as my hand connected with the back of his head.
"Jesus Christ Jay, what the fuck were you thinking?" I yelled, grabbing his collar and dragging him inside the house.
He didn't even fight.
Almost made me feel sorry.
Almost.
"Start talking Whitlock," I growled as I slammed him into the couch.
He floundered for a bit before sitting up and dropping his head in his hands.
"I don't know what happened," he said.
"Obviously," I said, pacing.
"I wasn't gonna..." he trailed off.
"Sure," I snorted, "You were gonna keep it as a fucking decoration."
He looked up at me, tears running down his cheeks.
"Do you remember that night at the bar?" he asked.
What bar? We'd been to so many freaking bars. What the hell was he talking about?
"Four years ago," he said. "With James."
Oh. That bar.
The night when I put his ass in rehab.
"Yeah, what about it?" I asked.
"There was a girl?" he asked.
The girl he raped. What did that have to do with anything?
I nodded. "Yeah?"
"I met her," he said.
Oh.
Shit.
"What do you mean you met her?" I asked.
He went on to tell me about his little run in with the girl from the bar.
"That's where you've been for the past few days?" I asked sitting down.
He nodded, "She hates me."
"Well you didn't expect her to bake you fucking cookies did you?" I said.
"I...I like her," he whispered.
Jesus.
It was worse than I thought.
"Jay man, you can't expect her to like you back," I told him.
"She kissed me," he said so softly, I had to lean in to hear him properly.
"She did?"
He nodded. "She likes me too. Kinda."
I snorted again, "I highly doubt that."
He sighed, "Okay. Maybe not likes me, but there's something there."
I remembered the girl, she was a cute little thing. Had nice features, and eyes that you could drown in. Only thing those eyes were locked on Jasper that night. Poor thing must've been really messed up after what happened.
"I see," I told him.
"No you don't," he groaned.
"Then make me see," I told him.
"I don't even fucking see," he said bitterly.
"What made you go out and buy this shit?" I said throwing the drugs on the table between us.
"I'm a dumbass?" he said.
"Besides that," I said.
"Something Rose said," he mumbled.
"What did your idiot sister say this time?" I asked, not hiding the fact that I didn't fancy her much.
"When I came home, instead of asking what happened, she jumped to the conclusion that I was using again," he said.
"Bitch," I murmured.
"She was just worried," he said, trying to defend his moronic sister.
"Sure she was, but anyway, you had to go prove her right by being a fucktard?" I snapped at him.
"No," he said looking down at the floor. "I wasn't thinking."
"Of course not, you've obviously got shit for brains," I said.
"Fuck off," he growled.
"I won't so get over it," I said grabbing the drugs off the table.
"Get packed," I told him heading into the downstairs bathroom.
I could hear him getting off the couch behind me, "Where am I going?"
"Disney fucking land," I called out.
"Am I going to your place?" he asked.
I threw the drugs into the toilet and flushed them down, throwing the little bag into the garbage.
"Nope," I said walking back out. "Char would roast your balls after this stunt you pulled tonight. In fact, she probably still will."
He cursed under his breath, knowing full well I was right.
"So where am I going?" he asked.
"To this place I heard about," I told him.
"Rehab again?" he asked. "I don't need..."
"It's not rehab, and you fucking do need the help," I cut him off.
"Where is it?" he asked resignation heavy in his voice.
That was good, because I didn't feel like fighting his ass right now. He might end up in the emergency room; I was so pissed with him.
"It's a resort," I told him. "They've got people you can talk to there, cause let's face it brother, you've got a lot of issues to be dealt with."
"I know," he said. "So it's gonna be like rehab?"
"I guess," I said. "It's a more relaxed setting, but yeah, basically it's gonna have the same things as rehab."
He nodded, "Fine. Just let me tell my parents so when I come home I don't find the entire news team on my step again."
I nodded and sat on the couch, turning on the television while he got himself sorted out. I sent my darling wife a text and smiled at her reply.
When Jasper came downstairs with a bag, and his guitar slung over his shoulder, I turned off the television and stood up.
"Let's go," I said clapping his back.
He didn't say a word during the entire drive, just looked out the window.
We made quick work of signing him in, and just before he turned to follow one of the workers, I pulled him into a hug.
"I love you, you know that right?" I said gruffly.
"Only God knows why," he said brokenly.
"You can do this little brother," I said stepping back. "Get your shit together."
"I'll try," he said, finally giving me a smile reminiscent of the Jasper I knew before the drugs and drama.
"No you'll do more than try," I told him. "You're gonna do this and get yourself back together. I miss my little brother."
He nodded, "I miss him too."
"Good, now get your skinny ass outta my face," I told him.
"You'll come visit?" he asked.
"Of course, and I'll bring Char to help kick your ass into action," I told him with a grin.
He rolled his eyes, "Gee thanks buddy, bring your evil wife why don't you. Give her a kiss for me ok?"
I laughed, "You can give her the kiss yourself in two weeks."
He laughed and waved before turning away, leaving me staring after him. I said a silent prayer as I watched him disappear behind the door. I hoped that the people in this place could help him. He really needed it.
Resolutions.
I hoped it lived up to its name.
The End.
A/N: So we've come to the end of this story. Look out for the sequel coming soon. Thanks for putting up with my unorthodox idea, and thank you for seeing me to the end of it. I love you guys to pieces. Seriously, I do.
To my ass kicker, KCLutz4475, thank you for believing in me when I had my moments of doubt. You totally rock! Jasper sends his love btw, give Em a kiss for me ok?
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I don't have much else to say here *gasp* I know, I'm usually quite 'wordy' but I had a long day, and I'm tired. Gonna go hit my bed now, so peace, love and pixie dust. ~ Riney.