I'm sorry for not updating earlier; I have just been going through a lot this weekend so I struggled to find the perfect time to write the next chapter. Anyway, here it is. I think this is a very cute one.

Disclaimer: I do not own twilight

Carlisle POV

I knew that Jasper is a very edgy person so he would have obviously been difficult to look after. But I didn't expect him to be dangerous. When I saw him holding the pocket knife in a threatening way, part of me had regretted taking him in for the night. But what else could I have done? I couldn't have just left him there in the forest. I couldn't have returned him home so that he could be damaged some more. No, this was my only option but as agreed, as soon as my children head to school, Jasper and I will be meeting Charlie, the best cop in forks. Hopefully, he'll get Jasper talking and get him to at least admit to being abused. Once there is enough evidence, his father should be jailed and Jasper will be sent to a better home.

"Dad!" I heard Alice yell from upstairs.

I immediately rushed upstairs hearing the panic in her voice. I was thinking the worse. Had he hurt her? I opened her bedroom door quite fast and my eyes searched the room. In the far corner, there was Jasper shaking in fear desperate to catch his breath. Alice was next to him with his hand in hers, trying to calm him down. I rushed over to them.

"What happened?" I asked her.

She hesitated before she answered. "I asked Jasper a rather personal question and I think it brought back memories" she admitted.

It was clear that it was the memories that brought on the panic attack and I knew that this would be a long term thing. I don't know every detail of his life but what I do know is that he won't ever get over this. He definitely has a panic disorder and I'm sure that he even has a psychiatric disorder. I should book him cancelling appointments because if I don't do something about this soon, there is no doubt that he would be sectioned. The defensive dangerous side has already started to show and even though it isn't his fault, things like this can put him in a mental asylum and I didn't want him to have his life spent in a padded room of some sort.

"Jasper, breathe with me. Breathe." I instructed.

I breathed heavily hoping for him to follow.

"I already tried that but it just seems to scare him" Alice informed me.

"Jasper, look at me" I tried again.

He gave me a hesitant look before quickly looking away again.

"Jasper, look at me" I repeated.

The arms that were wrapped around his legs had now been raised as he put both hands on his face, clawing at his forehead.

I took this chance to remove his raised arms. He struggled against me, continuing to dig his nails in his face but the lack of energy in him made it difficult for him to fight against me. He began to kick which instantly made me let go of him. His hand then reached for his hair as he began to pull at it. Despite his difficulty to breathe, he managed to let out a scream; not out of physical pain but a way of expressing it mentally which pained me to think of what this boy has been through. I yet again took his arms which were thin enough for me to press them together so that I could hold them with just one hand. The other wrapped round his waist so that I could turn him around, avoiding his kicking legs. He continued to scream after stopping in attempt to get his breathing under control.

"Alice, I think it would be best for you to go downstairs. You need to eat your breakfast before you go to school. I'll handle this" I assured her in a loud voice so that she could hear me over Jasper.

She looked at him sympathetically then sadly nodded before leaving the room. After she left, Jasper began to pound his head against my chest which to no surprise felt effortless. As soon as this was over, I would definitely need to put the calories into him.

"Shh, Jasper this isn't going to help your breathing. You need to calm down" I said smoothly.

He paid no attention to me and tried to get his wrist free.

"Let me go" he demanded before catching another breath. "Please... Don't" he mumbled between more breaths.

"Jasper, I'm not going to hurt you. I'm just trying to help you" I said calmly.

He stop struggling against me and gave up, resting his head on my chest. I knew that this was the perfect opportunity to start breathing heavily again.

"Copy my pattern Jasper. Breathe with me" I whispered.

He seemed to breathe in a near time to when I was breathing so I knew that he was trying. The slower his breathing, the easier it should be for him so hopefully, he will get the hang of it again. I chose this moment to let go of his arms as it was physical contact that causes these attacks on him but my hand remained around his waist for just in case. He slowly moved his arm so that they were touching the carpet but I could tell that he was unsure if I would grab them again. Jasper wasn't shaking as much and the level of his breathing had improved even more so he wasn't gasping for air now.

"I'm sorry" he whispered without effort to breath this time.

"Shh, you don't need to be sorry Jasper" I reassured him.

"What are you going to do with me?" He mumbled fearfully.

What was I going to do to him? It dawned to me what he meant by that. It also hurt a little that considering I had helped him and Alice too on many occasions, that he still felt that we were here to hurt him. Of course it wasn't his fault. He was raised in a way that would stop him trusting everybody.

"I'm not going to hurt you" I confirmed.

"But I deserve it" he whispered back.

He thought he deserved getting hurt. I'm going to have to keep a watchful eye on him at all times while he is with me now. With a knife still in his pocket, it worried me that he was now in a self harming mood and I didn't want him to do anything stupid.

"No Jasper, you don't deserve anything that has happened to you" I tried to convince him.

"Why won't you punish me?" He questioned quietly.

This child was just too broken. He must be prone to pain. What was there to punish anyway? Since we were on the topic of punishment, I decided to delicately get some answers out of him, hoping that it would not bring on yet again another attack.

"What kind of punishments are you expecting?" I asked.

"It depends what mood you are in." he stated nervously.

"Mood?" I questioned.

"Which mood is stronger, anger or feeling aroused?" he hesitantly asked.

Did I hear that right? Aroused?

"Jasper if I was feeling aroused, what punishments would that include?" I questioned in hope that I would get the answers that I need.

He didn't say anything. He stayed silent. He had probably realised that the questions were involving his father and getting to the bottom of what he was doing to Jasper. I was sure more than ever that sexual abuse was now involved. I just needed to know how much. Was he just being touched or was he also being raped? How often?

I released my arm from his waist. Maybe that was why he thought I was going to hurt him as I had him so close to me. Despite letting go, he remained in the same position keeping the back of his head leaning against my chest as if was still guiding him to breathe calmly. I suddenly heard a sniffle and felt him begin to shake against me again but his breathing remained normal. I then noticed that he was silently crying and that his fists were clenched. I knew that he seemed comfortable in his position but seeing his sadness made me want to shift him to his side so that it was easy for me to wrap my arms around him in order for him to feel comforted and hopefully, not threatened. He went along with the movement and it was now the side of his head pressing against his chest.

"Shhh It's alright Jasper. It's all going to be alright."

It was hard to believe that this was the same boy that was pointing a knife at me and Emmett yesterday. Yesterday was his defensive side but today, he was releasing his pain and suffering and I was glad that it wasn't his usual hidden face too.

"Don't make me go back. Please don't make me go back" he begged as more tears fell from his eyes.

I began to rock him gently, resting my chin on top of his head.

"Never" I promised.

At that, his hands gripped on my shirt, in desperate need to feel safe.

"Don't send me away" he whispered. "Need Alice" he added.

I wasn't too sure if I could promise him that one. I knew Alice meant a lot to him but I was very unsure of how he will end up once the father gets sorted out. Would he mentally be well enough to be around children in a foster home or would he need to be placed in a special home with carers that would be patient with him and give him the love that he so desperately needs.

Tears continued to roll down the broken boy cheeks as he presses his face into my shirt. I rub circles on his back in encouragement to let it all out. Maybe now was a perfect time.

"Jasper, is your father sexually touching you?" I asked as gently as possible knowing that I he was very fragile.

If I was going to get him to own up to something, I would need to ask him it directly. He was very silent and he started to grip my shirt tighter while taking deep breathes. He moved his head to look up and his bright blue eyes reached into my golden brown ones. I could understand what Alice meant when she was able to see the answer through his eyes but I needed him to say it.

"Yes" he said with a whisper.

You guys kept begging me to get Jasper to tell somebody so guess what?... I did! That deserves loads of reviews right?

I know that Carlisle helping Jasper breathe was like repeating an older chapter when Alice was the one helping him but I just want you guys to know that panic attacks can be difficult to handle besides, I thought the Jasper and Carlisle moment was cute.

By the way, could you guys let me know if you would rather Carlisle find out about Jasper's suicide attempt when he jumped of the cliff that day? I'm not sure if he should know or not.