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Sorry this chapter took forever to upload, things are getting hetic! I've been writing this chapter for a few days actually! Anyway, it's up now, hope you enjoy it.
"Eighteen year old Alice Cullen and eighteen, soon to be nineteen year old Jasper Whitlock have been missing from their homes in Forks Washington since late June. We have the full story after this break."
I sat in front of the large television early the next morning.
We were on the news...oh my goodness we were on the news!
We weren't missing though, I'd told my Father I was leaving, nothing to worry about. Why couldn't he believe me? Why did he have to get the press involved!
"Jasper!" I shouted getting up and moving to the bottom of the stairs quickly. "Jasper!"
I heard banging around upstairs then he was there, running down in his boxers.
"Shit! Alice what?" He looked around as if expecting to see some sort of intruder...that's when I noticed the lamp in his hand.
Despite everything, I laughed.
"Put that down." I tugged it out of his hand and dumped it at the bottom of the stairs. "We're on the news Jasper." I moved towards the sofa, sitting myself down there, leaning against his side when he joined me.
"Wh –" He started but stopped as the report came back on.
"Eighteen year old Alice Cullen and eighteen, soon to be nineteen year old Jasper Whitlock have been missing from their homes in Forks Washington since late June. The pair were romantically involved; those who knew them said how close they'd gotten so quickly."
She stopped as pictures of me and Jasper appeared beside her. Urgh, our school photos. He of course looked good; I looked like a complete fool.
"There have been reported sightings of the pair in Montana, California and New York."
We've been to Montana and New York...seems we have look-a-likes in California!
"Now, in an exclusive interview we have Mark Cullen, Father of the missing girl."
The camera pulled back revealing my Father sat there...oh he looked awful. He'd lost weight; his eyes were sunken back and were red and bloodshot. I'd done that to him. That was my fault.
"Mr Cullen, tell us in your own words how you're feeling about the loss of your daughter."
"She's not dead!" My Father snapped before taking a deep breath and going on. "My life has stopped since she left. She meant everything to me, only family I had." He shook his head and when the camera zoomed in I saw the tears in his eyes. "I just...keep thinking of her out there somewhere, scared, cold. I want her to come home." He started to sob. "Baby, if you're watching...please come back, I'm not mad, I won't shout at you. I just want to know you're safe. Please baby...please."
The camera moved away from him to focus back on the news reporter.
"If anyone has any news as to the whereabouts of Alice Cullen or Jasper Whitlock call the missing person's hotline or missing international. Both of the numbers are on your screen but are also on our website."
The screen changed so both our photos were covering most of it with the numbers people needed to call below.
"Alice?" Jasper spoke quietly, putting his hand on my shoulder. "Alice are you alright?"
I turned slowly to look up at him and nodded a little. "Yeah...I'm fine." I whispered but we both knew that was a lie.
I couldn't get the image of my Father out of my head, he looked awful...he looked sick. I wanted to go home, wanted to be with him, comfort him, tell him how sorry I was, yet the thought of being back there, going back to normal life with school and work and everything was terrible!
"I want to call him Jasper." I said already leaning over to grab my phone from the side but he snatched it off me.
"Alice no!" he exclaimed, holding the phone up, out of my reach. "He'll have this number then! The calls won't stop...he'll talk you into going home."
I gave up trying to reach for my phone after it was clear it wasn't happening. "I don't want to go back home Jasper. I love you, you're my husband and I want to live with you...it's just..." I paused feeling the tears again. "I want my Dad! Did you see how bad he looked? That was my fault."
"No Alice it wasn't your fault. He's the one that drove you away...he got that woman." He shook his head putting my phone back on the table, taking hold of both of my hands. "Think about it baby, if you were back there who's to say you'd be happy? Sure for the first few weeks you'd be Daddy's little girl again, but then he'd get bored and focus all his attention on her, then where will you be?"
I thought about that; it made sense I supposed. Just because I go back doesn't mean anything will be any different, doesn't mean he'll all of a sudden get rid of Charlotte.
With a reluctant sigh I slumped back on the sofa and switched the television off.
"What are we doing today then Jazz?"
He grinned and got to his feet. "We're going to the beach baby." He winked, leaning down to kiss my nose. "Come on, go get dressed."
I changed into my bikini and wrapped the beach skirt around my waist. On my feet I wore a plain pair of flip flops, weren't the most comfortable of shoes but once we got to the beach I'd be taking them right off!
Jasper wore his swimming trunks underneath some jogging bottoms, leaving himself bare chested, he also wore flip flops and didn't complain once about how uncomfortable they were!
He packed a bag for us with some towels, bottled water and our phones then stinking of sun cream, we stepped out of the front door and into the sweltering Florida summer heat.
The good thing about having a sea-front villa? When we stepped outside, we were right on the beach!
"Whoa." I smiled looking out across the water.
"Amazing right?" Jasper chuckled, arms wrapping around my waist. He lifted me up and hugged me in his arms as he went towards a pair of deck chairs underneath a rather large umbrella.
He set me down in one of the chairs and then took off his sweatpants, dumping them on the sand. He kicked off his flip flops and slumped beside me with a grin.
"Amazingly amazing!" I grinned taking my own flip flops off, putting my feet up on the edge of the deck chair.
Who knew? I might actually get a tan for once in my life! Oh that'd be nice.
Jasper reached one of his hands across and tugged at the edge of the skirt. "Take it off darlin' come on." He murmured, his accent coming out.
Whenever he used that voice I couldn't say no! He had me wrapped right around his little finger.
I batted his hand away and took my skirt off, leaving me in my bikini.
I felt a little awkward...most of my body was on show for anyone who wanted to look.
"Relax love." He murmured, pulling at my arms. I'd crossed them over my chest and my legs were pulled right up. "Lie back and relax. You've nothing to be embarrassed about, you look so bloody sexy!" he smirked. "I'm going to enjoy making all the guys jealous." He winked. "They'll want you...but I have you."
Oh great. I knew exactly what that meant; he'd be kissing me all the time, groping me, rubbing his hands over me, anything to show everyone I was his.
Reluctantly I dropped my arms to my side and stretched out my legs, looking up at the umbrella.
"Are you sure I look alright?" I asked, crossing my ankles.
He nodded, rubbing his hand down my arm slowly. "Baby, you look incredible. Honestly. Any man would be lucky to have you." He spoke. "But any man won't get to see how great it is to have you because I have you!" He chuckled.
We lay in the sun for quite a while not really saying anything, at one point I thought Jasper had dozed off as his fingers had stopped roaming along my body.
When the heat started to get a little bit too much I sat up and tapped his chest.
"Jazz...I want to go in the water." I said getting up, wincing at the heat of the sand. "See you in there."
I didn't have time to wait for him to say anything, my feet were burning! I dashed off quickly across the sand and was soon met with the cool relief of the sea. I went in until it was up to my waist...which wasn't actually far, before turning to glance back at the deckchairs.
I watched as Jasper slowly got up, stretching out his arms. It was obvious when the heat off the sand started to burn as he did a comical jump before sprinting towards the water.
"Bloody hell!" He announced moving towards me. "Could fry an egg on those sands." He chuckled, wrapping his arms around my waist.
I smiled leaning into his embrace, putting my arms around his neck.
"Thank you for bringing me here Jasper, I love it...really." I admitted and I did. It was so warm! So sunny and happy. It was, as I'm sure I've mentioned before, amazing!
He pressed his lips to my cheek then moved them down my neck. "You're welcome darlin' I'm glad you love it." He whispered. "Any place in particular you fancy going next?" he asked, hands rubbing over my back.
"Somewhere completely different." I decided. "Somewhere neither of us has ever been before so we can explore it together." Sure I loved that Jasper knew where we were all the time, knew where we were going, what the best places were and whatever...but I wanted a real adventure, wanted a place where we could get lost together and find amazing places together.
"England?" Jasper suggested. "I've been to Wales, Scotland, Ireland...but never England. How do you fancy going there? We can go to Blackpool...ride the donkey's on the beach." He chuckled. "Go to Manchester and London." He said and I could hear the excitement in his voice.
"England it is!" I grinned wrapping my legs around his waist. "I wonder how it is over there...they use a load of odd words." I laughed, only knowing what I'd seen on television. "Speak so posh!"
He chuckled and shook his head slowly. "Baby...you're going to be a little disappointed when you get there." He spoke. "They don't all speak with that extremely posh accent, don't walk around in suits with their butlers whilst drinking tea." He laughed, kissing my cheek again. "They're normal people darlin'."
"We'll see." I said. "I'll make it my mission to find a real true posh English person!" I joked, trailing my fingers through his hair slowly. "Trust me Jazz." I grinned hugging myself against him, using him as my float as I usually did whenever we were in the water.
The rest of the afternoon we spent at the beach; switching between being in the water and lying on the deckchairs.
It was now seven pm and I sat in front of the television whilst Jasper pottered around in the kitchen.
He was making us our dinner. I was a little bit worried but he'd promised me he'd be able to put something good together.
He was in there for a good half hour, maybe more, but finally he called me through to the dining room.
"Home made Cheese-burgers." He announced. "And store bought fries." He chuckled pulling a chair out for me, waiting until I was sat down before sitting himself opposite me. "I hope you like them...the burgers are veggie." He admitted. "Though we could do with something healthier for once."
To my surprise, which was probably a little mean on Jasper, dinner was amazing!
Everything was cooked perfectly, it all tasted wonderful. Though I was sure he'd said otherwise at some point, Jasper was an amazing cook.
Afterwards we settled down on the sofa with a box of Maltesers and he'd convinced me to watch a horror film. Great.
That night in bed I spent it clinging onto Jasper for dear life, terrified a bunch of zombies would come breaking through our window and eat us.
He tried to convince me nothing was going to happen but he double checked the window's were locked when I asked him to and promised to stay awake until I fell asleep, which I did around one am.
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