Chapter two, memories.
Bella's point of view.
My eyes fluttered open and I yawned, stretching and making the most of a peaceful morning. I sat up and waited a minute as my eyes adjusted to the light. I looked out of the window to see the peaceful, grey morning sky, the faint clouds a blanket over the rising sun. I listened and heard nothing so I must've been the only one up. I walked over to the door and stepped out, looking around. Charlie's bedroom door was open, meaning he was at work, since there was no noises downstairs. I crept down the staircase, trying not to wake Jasper. He needed his sleep. I went into the kitchen and saw a note from Charlie, leaving us our chores for today and saying not to slip up in front of Emmett, or else. I sighed, putting back down on the counter and turning towards the fridge.
I grabbed the eggs, bacon, butter, and milk. Scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast. Sounds good. I shut the door, hoping it would mean Jasper wouldn't hear me. I scrambled the eggs and was about to put them in the pan. I put the bowl down and my hand hit the pan, burning my skin. I leapt back from the pan, grabbing my hand and mumbling incoherently.
"Oww! Shit, shit, shit!" I paced around the kitchen, not letting go of my hand. I heard noises upstairs that meant Jasper was awake. Double shit. I faced away from the door, still pacing. The door opened behind me but I ignored it, still mumbling random words.
"Bella?" Asked Jasper, confused from behind me.
"Hi." I managed to spit out through gritted teeth. He figured out I was in pain and grabbed my shoulder, stopping my pacing.
"What happened?" He demanded, looking at my hand. I lifted it up so he could see. I had a red mark stretching from my wrist up to the bottom of my thumb. He walked me over to the sink and ran it under the water. It felt so much better.
"Clumsy." He mumbled, smirking at me. I scowled at him but couldn't hold the smirk as well. Once it felt a lot better, he put ice in a towel, and wrapped it around my hand.
"I'll finish breakfast. You, sit." He said, pointing to the chair by the small table at the window. I scowled again, but sat down.
Jasper continued where I left off, and finished breakfast. He scrambled the eggs, fried the bacon, and toasted the bread. Once he was done, he divided it onto two plates and sat one down in front of me.
"Thanks." I mumbled, eating with my spare hand. He smirked over at me as he ate his food. I finished mine about the same time he finished his, so he took the plates and washed them.
"Once your dressed I'll get something for your hand." He said.
"Okay, thanks." I yelled as I left the kitchen towards my room.
I went upstairs and shut my door, then went over to my wardrobe. I pulled out some jeans, and a long, red roll-neck jumper. I brushed my teeth and hair, then made my way downstairs. Jasper was already dressed, sitting in the kitchen. He smiled at me, then told me to sit opposite him. He pulled out some bandage and a cooling patch.
"It'll help, but the bandage is just to keep it there.." He said as he stuck the patch to my wrist, then wrapped the bandage around it.
"There." He exclaimed, smiling at me. I stood up and gave him a hug.
"Thanks Jazz." I mumbled into his shirt.
"No problem, now go cover up your face before Emmet gets here. I'll start on the chores." Jasper said. I nodded and made my way upstairs. It took me ten minutes to finally cover up the bruise, then do the rest of my face so it matched. It could have looked a lot better, with less smudges, but I couldn't do anything else. I sighed, then made my way downstairs.
Jasper was sat on the couch, watching the tv. I walked over, then sat next to him, curling into his side. He smiled, wrapping his spare arm around me. We sat like this for a while, just watching tv and chatting with eachother, before there was a bang on the door. Jasper smiled but I didn't.
"What if he notices?" I whispered. Jasper shook his head and stood up with me.
"He won't, and if he does we have our cover stories." He reassured me. I nodded my head before making my way towards the door.
Not a second after I opened it, I was in a huge bear hug and being lifted off the floor by Emmett.
"Em..air.." I gasped out. He laughed, setting me back down. He ruffled my hair and smirked at me. I scowled, shoving him with my good hand, but, obviously, it did nothing. He just laughed harder, following behind me into the house.
"Hey Jazz!" He said, giving Jasper a hug. Jasper smiled at him, obviously glad to have his brother back home. I knew Jasper loved me, but he did need his brother in his life. Living with a girl did drive him insane sometimes.
Emmett carried a backpack on his shoulder, the bag bulging in protest, obviously having way too much stuff in there. I rolled my eyes, knowing that he probably wasn't bothered to pack more than one bag. Jasper lead him through the house, dropping off his bag by the couch when we got there. Emmett immediately sprawled out on the couch, with Jasper sitting on the arm next to him. I went over to the armchair and curled my feet under myself, resting my head on my hand.
"So, what've you guys been up to?" Emmett asked, sitting up so Jasper had a place on the couch. Jasper shrugged, looking over at him.
"Not much, just boring schoolwork and crap." Jasper pulled a face, as if that was all that was bothering him. Emmett nodded, rolling his eyes.
"Yeah, a lot more of that shit comes in college." He rolled his eyes. I smirked.
I had missed my brother for the time that he was away. It was hard, going through everything. I still remembered the night my mom died. The memory burned in my mind and replayed every time I closed my eyes.
Charlie and Renee had been going at it again like they always did, shouting as loud as they could at each other. Me and Jasper were in his room, like we always did when they fought. We were both sat on his bed, his arms around me as I cried quietly. It sounded like the biggest fight they had ever had.
After a couple of smashed glass noises, the screaming started. I looked back at Jasper, completely frightened, my body starting to shake with fear. He covered my ears with his hands and held me close to him, trying to calm me down. I could still hear the muffled screamed of my mother through his hands, but I was thankful it was quieter than before. The screams ended suddenly, and that only made me feel worse. I thought he had knocked her out, something he had only ever gotten close to once before. Jasper was also worried. When I looked at him, his head had snapped up and he stared at the door. His hands slowly removed themselves from my ears, in time for me to hear Charlie yell a string of insults into the quiet air.
After a minute or two, the front door slammed shut, and the sound of his cruiser speeding away was heard. Jasper looked at me, before we both slowly stood up. I was still shaking terribly, the sobs ripping out of my chest like I was feral. Jasper pulled me into a hug, rubbing my back and whispering soothing things in my ear. After a couple of minutes, we went downstairs. Jasper went first, like he always did, but completely froze when he reached the living room.
"Jazz?" I had asked quietly.
"Bella stay there." He said quietly, sounding like he was close to tears.
"Jasper, wha-" I started, before he cut me off.
"Stay there!" He yelled, making me jump. He walked into the room and I could hear his sobs echoing through the house. I hesitantly took a step into the room and screamed.
My mother lay half slouched in the arm chair on the other side of the room. The one that was always hers. Her eyes were open in shock, her mouth still open from screaming. The chair was stained a burgundy red, soaking into the pillows. Her head was completely smashed in, and on the floor lay a hammer of Charlie's. Jasper was sat on the floor in front of her, holding her hand as he rocked back and forward, crying loudly. I had never heard my brother so distraught, and that only made me worse.
Jasper didn't even look over at me when I screamed. Cries of pain, loss, and sorrow ripped from my chest, causing me to collapse to the floor as the tears made their way down my already wet face.
My eyes stared at the chair that was unoccupied at the moment. Charlie had flipped over the pillow, but there was still a patch of blood on the back, hidden by a pillow. Jasper looked at me from his chat with Emmett, knowing what I was thinking of as I was looking at the chair. Emmett must've seen too, because he stood up and made his way over to me.
"Hey, Bell, you okay?" He asked, looking concerned. I looked at him with red-rimmed eyes, my throat thick as tears welled in my eyes. I nodded my head, knowing if I opened my eyes I would start crying. He walked in front of me and opened his arms, me automatically stepping into them. He rubbed my back, resting his chin on my head.
"Bella, it's okay. I know it's hard, but it's fine. Don't worry." He soothed, hugging me tighter when I started crying. I started to cry harder when the sound of the cruiser drew my attention. Charlie was home. Charlie was home early.
Chapter two. Thank you all so much for enjoying this. It completely surprised me that within a oiler of hours, so many people liked this. So, what did you think? Reviews and suggestions are much appreciated. Thank you for reading!
-Bambie.