"Who's the other girl?" Esme demands to know as Carlisle scribbles business names on the back of an unopened envelope. Rosalie stammers for a moment without giving an answer. "Rosalie May, tell us who the other girl is! We need to know!"

"Jasper will be pissed if I tell you." She says weakly. She bites her lips and looks at her foster mother with pleading eyes.

"Don't worry about that. Worry about finding where he's at! Who is the other girl?"

"Esme,"

"Now, Rosalie!" Carlisle yells as he ends the call. He slams his phone on the table, making Rosalie jump.

"It's Maria!" She finally says. Hearing the words out loud is enough to bring tears to her eyes. "Maria was our foster mother. She and Jasper were sleeping together. He's still hung up on her."

"Your foster mother?" Carlisle asks in disbelieve. Esme's jaw drops. Rosalie nods. "You've got to be fucking kidding."

"I'm not." Rosalie cries.

"Do you know where the Sunset Hotel is? He used my credit card to take an cab to get to the Sunset Hotel. It's in Kalaloch."

"Kalaloch. Isn't that on US-101?"

"I think so."

"We past Kalaloch on our way here. It's between here and Maria's house. He probably met her there." She explains, her eyes like open faucets as tears fall.

"Do you think he met this Maria lady there?" Esme asks. Rosalie nods.

"Shit." Carlisle grumbles. "And you're sure about this? About them sleeping together?"

"Yes. He'd sneak out of our room when he thought I was asleep. I could hear her bed hitting the wall." Rosalie's voice cracks and her throat tightens as she talks. "A week before we came here, I saw him kiss her."

Emmett comes to Rosalie's side and hugs her. She grabs the back of his tee-shirt as she cries onto his shoulder.

"Kalaloch is about forty-five minutes away." Esme says.

"I can have us there in thirty minutes. Emmett, you're in charge." Carlisle commands as he grabs his keys off of the counter. He keeps barking orders as he goes to the closet near the front door for Esme's coat. "I don't want anyone leaving this house tonight! We're going to get Jasper. No one hears about this. Not your friends, not your schoolmates, no one!"

He re-enters the kitchen and holds Esme's coat open so she can slide her arms in. Once it's on, Carlisle points an angry finger at Rosalie.

"And once we're back, we're having a talk about why you kept this from us."


"Maria, just hear me out! We can start a life together!" Jasper suggest as he grabs Maria's hands. She shakes her head.

"A life together? Really, J?" She scoffs and shakes his hands off.

"Yes, really! Listen, we'll run off! We'll go somewhere that they don't know about us. Where they don't know the age difference. Somewhere far enough away that we won't have to deal with the caseworker. We can be happy."

"And what about the little kids?"

"They'll find other homes. Come on, Maria, we can do this!" Jasper insists. Maria grabs her bra off the floor and turns her back to Jasper to put it back on. "We can totally do this!"

"Right. I'll just up and quit my job. How will we make any money, you stupid fuck?" She hisses hatefully.

"I'll get a job! My brother told me about how you can make enough to live off of at a factory. I'll apply at a few places and soon enough I'll get it."

"Ha! You, at a factory?" Maria rolls her eyes. "You're fifteen, Jasper! No one will hire you!"

"I'll get a fake ID. People get away with those all the time. Maria," Jasper jumps around to face his middle-aged lover and clasps his hands on her shoulders. "I'll take care of you, baby."

"You're a fucking idiot. And who the hell is your brother? You don't have anyone, Jasper. It's just you and that slutty ass sister of yours."

"Don't call Rosalie a slut! She's not!" Jasper shoots back, his hands tightening around her shoulders. "And it's not just me and her. Me, you and her. The Cullen's are helping her get into college. We'll move to the city that her college is in and I'll work and take care of us while she studies. It will be the three of us."

Maria stares at him with a looks of pure disgust.

"You really are stupid, aren't you?" She scoffs. Jasper's face falls at her insults. "You're sister is the reason you two got shipped off and I lost those fucking checks!"

"Wait, what?" Jasper shakes his head as he tries to understand what Maria is saying. "Rosalie didn't do anything to hurt us. What check?"

"Your precious sister knew about us, Jasper! I had to cut a deal with her to keep her fucking mouth shut. It was either send you two off or get my ass thrown in jail! So there went those two checks for you two."

"She knew?" Jasper continues to question. "Wait, no. There's no way she knew. She would have told me."

"She knew, J. She knew and she threatened to go to the cops if I let you stay. That's why I told your caseworker to ship you two to someone else."

Jasper shakes his head again. Maria goes to step around him but Jasper won't let her. She throws her head back and groans.

"How long did she know?" He asks.

"I dunno. I think the last two weeks that you were at my place. Now get out of my way."

"How did she find out?"

"Fuck, I don't know!"

"And what check are you talking about?"

"You're such a fucking idiot. You don't know about the check the state give to foster parents for keeping you little shits?" She scoffs and pushes him away from her. He stumbles to the side.

"That's why you have all the little kids, isn't it? They're nothing but a meal ticket to you!"

She ignores him and grabs the rest of her clothes from the floor.

"Was I just a meal ticket?" Jasper asks.

Maria sighs and eyes Jasper up and down. He's already stepping in her way, there's no way he'll willingly step away from the door. Her dumb lover won't give up that easily. His heart breaks as he waits for his answer and his mind races. He already planned his life with Maria, he even found a way to make sure Rosalie is there. But now what?

"You weren't just a meal ticket." She says. Jasper drops his crossed arms and smiles. She smirks. "You were a meal ticket and an easy fuck."

Jasper's face falls. His stomach knots as the words of the woman he loves sinks in. He's nothing to her. She used him. She doesn't even care about him.


"What do you mean you can't tell me what room he's in? He used my credit card!" Carlisle bellows to the teenage girl behind the reception desk. She snaps her gum as he slams his license on the desk. "Dr. Carlisle Cullen. It was my Visa card!"

"Policy says-" She starts to explain with an annoyed sigh, but Esme cuts her off.

"This is ridiculous. Our fifteen year old boy is in there! I'm calling the cops!" She says, whipping her phone out of her pocket. As she dials for the police, the reception girl changes her attitude.

"Wait, no, you don't have to get the cops involved. I can get the room number!" She promises, and after only a few clicks on the computer, she points to the hallway on her right. "They're in room 142."

Carlisle storms that way, Esme right behind him. She gives a brief explanation of the situation and relationships between her and her husband, Jasper, and Maria. The reception girl groans when she realizes that she's calling the cops anyways. As soon as they reach room 142, Carlisle bangs on the door. Jasper jumps at the sound, but what really scares him is when he hears who is knocking.

"Jasper, open this door right now!"