JASPER:

I still don't know why I called Alice after all this time.

I guess it's because I can't seem to get over her.

She is the love of my life, and I screwed things up so badly.

I can't move on.

I just needed to hear her voice, and know that she is alright.

She seems happy enough with her new boyfriend Emmett, and I guess I should be glad that shes found happiness again, but truthfully, I'm not.

What I wouldn't do to be able to go back in time and change some things.

I've dated a few women since our divorce, but none of them can hold a candle to Alice.

She was my angel, my light in the darkness.

Now that she is gone, I just can't see to be able to find my way.

My career is going great, and with internet advertisement, I'm finacially set.

I just need someone to share it with.

I hope this Emmett guy treats her well, because if he doesn't, I might have to kill him.

EMMETT:

It's pitch black in the four foot closet, not even a light from the crack at the bottom of the door.

That means that mom has left for awhile.

I never know when she will be back.

Sometimes it's only hours and sometimes its days.

Of course, it doesn't matter when she comes back, she always makes my punishment last a whole day.

I can taste the dried blood on my lip where she hit me.

It stings as I run my tongue over it, and my arm feels numb from when she grabbed me.

She was really mad this time.

I knew I shouldn't have spilled the red Kool-aid on her carpet.

I guess I deserve it.

I try so hard to be a good boy, and make momma happy.

I don't walk loudly while she sleeps all day.

I clean the house like shes asks.

When her boyfriends are over and they are in her room asleep, I don't even speak.

I know when she has friends over and they smoke the funny smelling stuff, I never peek into the room.

I try to be a good boy.

I sometimes dream that my dad will come save me, but I know he won't, he never does.

I don't even know what he looks like anyway.

The light comes on in the closet, and mom opens the door.

I can tell by the look on her face that she's still mad at me.

She grabs my hurt arm, causing me to flinch, and rares back to hit me again, and I wake up.

I'm covered in a sheen of sweat as I shake off the nightmare again.

I can barely breath as the memories flood back to me.

It takes a few seconds to realize where I am, and that I'm no longer that little boy locked in the closet.

The sheets are damp with sweat, so I take them off the bed and get into the shower.

As the scalding water burns my skin, I finally start to relax.

The lack of sleep and physical exhaustion has about put me to my breaking point.

I don't know how much longer I can carry on like this.

Alice is growing tired of the sex, and I can tell she's pulling away from me.

This is all Bella's fault.

If Edward hadn't met her and allowed her to screw up my life, I would be alright.

I step out of the shower and look into the mirror.

My skin is pink from the water, and my erection is fierce.

Guess I'll be driving downtown to pick up a whore.

I hope I don't hurt this one, last time was bad.

As I dress myself and prepare to leave, it finally comes to me.

I know exactly what I have to do to make us all happy.

Everyone except for Bella.