Jasper watches Maria being guided into the police car with her hands cuffed behind her back. She scowls and jerks away from the cops when they put their hands on her shoulders and head to put her in the back of the car.

"I cannot believe this, Jasper!" Carlisle scolds while pacing in front of his own car, where Jasper leans against the hood. "How dare you! Do you even realize how much trouble you're in?"

Jasper gives him an angry glare before turning back to watch Maria. She shakes her long hair out of her face once the door is shut, but other than that, she just sits still with a bitter stare.

"You steal my credit card, take off without warning, skip school, sleeping around! Jesus Christ, what were you thinking?" Carlisle asks. His eyebrows knit together and his jaw clenches. The anger in his eyes is unavoidable, and his temper flares. "Jasper, look at me when I'm talking to you!" He yells.

"Shut the fuck up!" Jasper yells back, standing from the hood. "Leave me alone! Seriously, the last thing I want to do is talk to you!"

"Don't take that tone with me, and watch that filthy mouth of yours!"

"I don't have to listen to you! You're not my Dad!"

"Jasper, Carlisle!" Esme hisses as she jogs over from speaking with an officer. The policeman follows her with a slower gait, examining how the three foster-relatives interact. "Stop screaming at each other!"

"Is everything okay here?" The cop asks. Carlisle gives a tense nod.

"No, nothing's fine!" Jasper snaps. He stomps to the back door and flings it open, offering one last angry statement before climbing in and slamming the door. "Just take me home! You can hit the fucking bank to cash your check on the way!"

Once in the back of the car, Jasper rests his forehead on the front passenger's seat headrest and lets out an angry, distressed scream. He intertwines his fingers into his hair. His shoulders shake, he hiccups and gasps for air as the weight of what's happening truly hits him. Tears fall like hurricane rain.

"What the hell is he talking about?" Carlisle asks angrily, pinching the bridge of his nose and trying to ignore the headache tugging on his brain.

"Let me talk to him. He just had his heart broken, Carlisle." Esme sighs, slightly disgusted with her husbands behavior. She leaves him with the officer and goes to the rear door on the drivers side.

Jasper doesn't show any response when Esme slides in. She puts her hand on his shoulder first, then slides closer until her arm is wrapped around his back. He keeps his eyes shut as he leans his shaking body towards Esme. She simply holds him there and runs her fingers through his hair.

One fucking phone call. One call is all it took. It was bad enough that Maria got pissed at him, that the Cullen's showed up, that the cops were called. But all the cops had to do was make one phone call to get a search warrant for Maria's phone. She tried to destroy it by throwing it to the floor, but it only cracked the screen. The police still found Jasper's pictures saved to in her photo gallery. They saw their detailed texts of what they would do to each other, where she wanted him to kiss her, what she wanted him to do to make her scream. Not only did they find Jasper's pictures, though, they found a picture saved from another boy. As if his heart wasn't damaged enough.

"I'm so sorry, Jasper." Esme says in her softest voice.

Jasper keeps blubbering in Esme's arms. It's a familiar place for him. Rosalie always held him like this when he cried. It was strange, though, the motherly love coming from a woman who's the same age as Maria. How long has it been since he felt a mother-like love?

"S-she said," He stammers, struggling to get the words out. "She said she loved me."

"I'm so sorry, sweetheart. I wish I could take the hurt away." Esme sighs and holds him a little tighter.


"Thank you." Carlisle sighs and shakes the officer's hand before getting into the drivers seat. He looks at his wife in the front seat, then his estranged boy in the backseat. He starts the engine and as he pulls out of the hotel parking lot, he takes in a deep breath before starting a conversation with Jasper. "You're grounded, Jasper. No phone, no television, no computer. You're not to leave the house without permission-"

"Carlisle, hush." Esme tells him. Carlisle knots his eyebrows together.

"Excuse me?"

"Do you really need to talk about punishment right now?"

"Don't you think he deserves to be punished?" Carlisle asks her, shocked at her protest.

"Don't you think he's had a rough enough day? Save it until tomorrow." She commands. Carlisle rolls his eyes and glances at Jasper, giving him a look that clearly said 'You're lucky she's here'.

Jasper just let it roll off his back, though. His cheeks are still stained from old tears, and even though he tries to wipe the new ones away, they're quickly replaced. He's stopped his body from shaking, but every now and then his lips quiver. His heart, though, still aches.

Please review! I'm a little indecisive on how the others will respond when Jasper gets home, so if you want to let me know any ideas/predictions, it would be greatly appreciated!