"I ain't going and you can't make me!" Jasper shouts as he jumps to his feet, knocking his chair down as he does.

"You're going and that's final." Carlisle grumbles out through clenched teeth. He can feel his temper growing shorter and shorter. "We all are."

"We'll I'm not!"

"Jasper, honey, sit down." Esme suggest. Jasper shakes his head and shoots Carlisle an angry glare.

"I'm not going. That's for crazy people, and I ain't crazy."

"Either sit back down, or take your disrespect ass to your room and stay there for the rest of the night." Carlisle offers. Jasper narrows his eyes.

"Fine. I'll be in my room if you need me." He throws back. He spins on his heals and stomps to his room. Esme sighs and looks down at the table and calls Jasper back to take his full plate of steak, potatoes and green beans with him. Jasper does as she says with flushed cheeks. It's hard to look tough when you have to turn around to retrieve your food, but Esme made one hell of a steak. He grabs his plate, fork and knife and tries to stomp off again, but he doesn't want to risk dropping any food on the floor.

"Yeah, because sane people scream and knock their chairs down." Edward says with a scoff.

"You can go to your room too." Carlisle commands. "And don't you dare go on Jasper's side."

"Really?" Edward's jaw drops.

"Take your plate." Esme instructs again.

Edward follows the path Jasper just took. Esme shakes her head and swirls her fork in her mashed potatoes. Rosalie looks nervously between Esme and Carlisle, who fishes through his pocket for his cell phone. Rose stands from her chair and puts Jasper's chair upright again. Carlisle punches in a few numbers and holds his phone to his year.

"Don't lay a single finger on him." He tells Jasper on the end. Before Jasper can respond, Carlisle hangs up on him. Rosalie sinks back into her chair.

"Well, I think family therapy will be a good thing. But Jasper's not going to warm up to the idea." She says timidly as she tries to gauge Carlisle's reaction.

"He will at some point." Carlisle says dryly.

"I don't think so. He was made to go after our mom died."

"How did that go?" Esme asks.

"He bit the therapist."

"He bit the therapist?" Carlisle says in disbelief. He follows it with a chuckle and a smile, though. "Why am I not surprised that Jasper bit his therapist?"

Rosalie chuckles, happy to see that Carlisle isn't letting the boys ruin his whole afternoon. Esme smiles, but covers it with her hand.

"Sounds like he was always spirited." Esme says.

"Spirited? Do you mean mischievous?" Carlisle laughs.

"He wasn't always. It was after Dad died," Rosalie admits. The smiles and chuckles are replaced with frowns and furrowed brows. "Before then he always did what he was told."

Esme glances at her husband, who glances at his plate. Neither know exactly what to say. Carlisle clears his throat.

"Like I said, he'll warm up to it."


"Hey, I need to talk to you two." Carlisle says through the closed door. He doesn't hear anything from the other side, but he turns the knob and enters anyways. Jasper lays on his side in his bed, snoring, while Edward lays on his bed with his big headphones on and his eyes clothes. Neither notice that Carlisle has entered their room until he pushes Jasper's shoulder and pulls the headphones off of Edward.

"Hey!" Both boys say in unison, Jasper in a groggy voice and Edward in thick aggravation.

"Jasper, get over here. I need to talk to you two." Carlisle repeats and pats the edge of Edward's bed. He earns a hateful glare from Edward.

"Why does he have to sit on my bed?"

"Why do you have to be petty about this? Sit up and make room."

Edward grumbles but does as he's told. Jasper rubs his tired eyes and shuffles over to Edward's bed. He takes his seat and struggles to keep focused on his foster father.

"We are going to family therapy. No if's, and's, or but's. Our family needs this, and it will help everyone."

"But we don't need it." Jasper says through a yawn. "We're not crazy."

"Yeah, right." Edward scoffs.

"Hush, Edward." Carlisle scolds. "Jasper, it's not for crazy people. Do you think I'm crazy?"

"Naw." Jasper responds softly and pushes himself backwards until he's leaving against the wall. Carlisle pats his legs, and Jasper pulls them closer to him. Carlisle sits on the newly made space.

"I've been in and out of therapy since I was thirteen. Aside from my family, it is the best thing that's happened to me."

"You were in therapy?" Jasper questions.

"Yes. You see, when I was adopted, I was just about to turn thirteen. I was a little prick, too." Carlisle admits. Edward laughs, getting a smirk from Carlisle. "Go ahead and laugh, kiddo. It's true. Robert and Vanessa adopted me and I started acting out. I had some sticky fingers and started stealing. First it was just useless things I found around the house. Vanessa's broach, cookies from the maids lunch, coins from Robert's car. They almost always caught me, but I denied it and since I could argue longer and louder than them, they'd just take whatever it was from me and return it to it's rightful owner."

"I don't think I've ever heard this story." Edward says. He leans closer, intrigued with the wrongdoings of his father's childhood.

"Well, listen close because you won't be hearing it again. Your mother never wanted me to share this with you kids. Said it's a bad example, but you two understand that it's do as I say, not as I do, correct?" Carlisle asks. Edward nods vigorously and Jasper lets out a tired 'yes sir'. "Anyways, I started picking things up from stores. Candy bars, little pocket toys. Robert and Vanessa always realized what I did by the time we got back home, but never made me take it back because they didn't want the Cullen name associated with theft. Well, one day I tried to snatch this fancy pocket watch. The shop owner caught me and drug me by my ear to Robert. Of course, he acted absolutely shocked when they pulled it out of my pocket and swore to punish me when I got home."

"Did he?" Edward asks. Carlisle nods.

"He did. We got home and he took a ruler and whacked the palm of my hand with it."

"He hit you?" Edward butts in again. His face twists with disgust.

"Only that one time. It stung like a bitch. I was so pissed, I swept my arm across the kitchen counter and shattered an antique cookie jar. On the way to my room, I heard Vanessa say I was going to be just like my father. I was screaming and cussing at them. I trashed my bedroom. Anything that could be thrown or overturned was, and I even punched a hole in the wall." Carlisle explains.

"That doesn't really sound like you." Jasper says as she scrunches his eyebrows. "Other than the screaming and cussing."

"I still have to work on that, which is why I'm also going to therapy." Carlisle says calmly. "But that's my point. I was so angry about the hand life dealt me that I was losing myself in it. Robert and Vanessa had me in therapy the very next day. My therapist helped me work through all that anger, all those problems I was facing. It isn't for someone who is crazy. It's to help you from become crazy."

Jasper doesn't respond, not even when Carlisle pats his knee.

"Jasper, I wouldn't be where I am today if my foster parents didn't drag me kicking and screaming to therapy."

Jasper shakes his head no.

"I still ain't going."

"Come on, buddy." Carlisle sighs and shakes his head. "Everyone in the house has gone to therapy before."

"Dad!" Edward says with a hiss. His eyes widen with horror at what Carlisle just said. Carlisle throws his head back and huffs.

"What's with everyone's sudden issue with therapy?" He questions. Edward glares.

"Fine. I didn't want it to come to this. What do you want?"

"Huh?"

"We'll make a trade. What do you want from me that will make going to therapy worth it?"

Both boys scrunch their brows up and eye Carlisle suspiciously.

"Are you serious?" Jasper questions.

"Yes. What do you want?"

"Wait, if he gets something, don't I get something too?" Edward asks quickly, sitting up straighter and ready to argue his case.

"If you can keep your attitude in check and not start or engage any arguments, then yes." Carlisle negotiates.

"I don't start-"

"Edward," Carlisle stops him mid-sentence. "I never said you do. I'm just asking you not to. What do you boys want?"

Jasper's mind runs wild. He could get a new phone, new boots, a laptop, his own television. But he knows this is a once in a lifetime chance to bargan with Carlisle. If therapy is what he has to do for his one free something, then he knows that something has to be good.

"Can I get a dog?" Jasper asks hopefully.

"What? No," Carlisle shakes his head. "No dog. Nothing live. Think of something us."

"You said anything, though." Jasper says with a pout.

"Nothing live, please."

Jasper sighs and wracks his brain for something else.

"I want the new Iphone." Edward says. "It's not live."

"The brand new Iphone?" Carlisle questions. Edward nods. "Okay. Done. We'll go tomorrow to pick it out."

Edward beams, turning to Jasper for just a little bit to smirk about his first request not being denied.

"But remember, our deal is no trouble over therapy, no attitudes, no fighting. That goes for both of you. Any of that and the phone and whatever you decide to get, Jasper, is gone." Carlisle reminds. Edward switches his glance to his bedspread.

"I want a guitar." Jasper decides. Carlisle smiles.

"That I can do."

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