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Here comes goodbye, here comes the last time
Here comes the start of every sleepless night
The first of every tear I'm gonna cry
Here comes the pain,
Here comes me wishing things had never changed
That she was right here in my arms tonight,
But here comes goodbye
~Here Comes Goodbye by Rascal Flatts
Edward's POV:
"Jasper, Jasper wake up!" I moaned, grabbed my pillow and threw it on the floor where Jasper was sleeping. He was fussing around, letting out little whimpers and cries. Every now and then he said something that i could understand, but very rarely. But I understood enough to know that he was having that nightmare again. The pillow hit him on the chest. "Wake up!"
He sat up quickly, and although it was dark, I could tell his hair was matted down with sweat. He was breathing heavily. I sighed, got out of bed and went over to the light switch by the door and flipped it on.
I half expected to be in the Nova's makeshift basement bedroom. I whole-hearted hoped that we would be in our old room at home, and Mom or Dad or both or even Emmett would come in after hearing Jasper's small screams to make sure everything was okay. But It wasn't any of those places, and our family wasn't here. We were at a foster home for the night, before Jasper and I were shipped our separate ways in the morning. He was heading off to Houston, Texas and I was going to Chicago. This was going to be the last few hours that we were going to be together before we were going to be taken so far apart.
The room was plan. White walls and cream carpet. It only had one twin sized bed with a dull pink comforter on it, so Jasper was sleeping on the floor in a old black sleeping bag. The pillows the older couple who owned the home were now covered with our customized pillow cases.
The couple seemed nice enough. They were both probably in their late fifties. The women kept looking at us like we were the most pitiful things in the world. But we probably did look like the most pitiful things in the world. Jasper's neck got worse during the ride over here. The women kept looking at her husband with a small smile, then he would sigh and say 'We aren't adopting any more Kelly', like we were lost puppies or something.
"Sorry," Jasper sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. He shook his head. "Did I wake you up?"
"No, I couldn't fall asleep." I admitted. "I'm to worried about what's going to happen to us."
Jasper pulled his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around his legs before resting his chin on his knees. I could tell he was just as nervous as me.
"What if we go somewhere like the Nova's again?"
"That's not going to happen." I promised.
"It might. It already happened once!"
"Jazz, I really doubt that will happen again. And besides, if one of us do end up in a bad home, we can go to the cops because we're already, well,-" I stopped. He knew what I meant. I climbed back in bed and patted the space next to me. "Come up here, let's talk."
"Listen, we'll get together some time." I promised as Jasper and I watched through the living room window as a car pulled into the driveway. We both knew it was here to take one of us away. "You keep the cell phone, and I'll call it when I can. I have the number memorized."
"Okay," He said in a breathy voice. We both held our breath as the social service man got out of the car and walked up to the front door and knocked. The couple went and answered the door. The man came in, greeted the couple and then we heard him say who he was going to take.
"I'm here for a," He paused before continuing. "Jasper Cullen."
We let out our breaths in a heavy sigh. All three of them came into the living room. The air got thick.
"Jasper?" The women said. "Are you ready?"
Jasper sighed, picked up his bags and shrugged. He headed towards the door, then out to the car and I followed him with the man behind us and the couple staying in the house.
"I'm just taking Jasper to his new foster home." The man said awkwardly.
"I know. I'm just saying goodbye." I said. He nodded and stepped back. Jasper and I pushed his suitcases in the car's small trunk, the stood up and just kind of looked at each other.
"It's weird, everyone thinks they know what they want to say as a goodbye, but I'm drawing a blank here." I chuckled nervously. "Um, what about you?"
"I guess throwing a temper tantrum isn't going to help us like it did when we were younger."
We hugged and didn't really want to let go, but finally did. I patted him on the back and forced a smile.
"It's not like we're never going to see each other again." I said. He nodded. "Just listen to me real quick, okay? Try to talk to your new foster parents a little. Let them get to know you and maybe even comfort you a little."
"I'll try."
The man told us that it was time for him and Jasper to leave. We slapped hands and he climbed in the car that was going to take him all the way to Texas and I headed back to the house and waited for the next social service car to come get me.