AN: I own nothing recognizable in these books.

Warning this is a boy/boy story, don't like don't read. Rated M for future chapters and just to be safe.

This chapter has been beta'd by RockinThatAfroPic!

Chapter 4

Edward POV-

It had been over three years already.

Sam and Emily have stayed true to their word by not abandoning me, but our first month together in the cabin was pure torture. Desperate to keep some normalcy in my life, I kept trying to maintain the hierarchy where I cast myself on top by attempting to force Emily back in her house keeping role she was hired to fill. Rather than bending to my every will they mocked me, telling me to do my own laundry and cooking if I was going to be a brat. They no longer called me Mr. Masen after the day my father visited, found out about my condition, and left.

Usually I don't mind how my father substitutes money and material possessions for love, but when he simply handed me a gold card and told me to stay in the cabin so that the Masen name wouldn't be tarnished with my horrendous appearance, I was crushed. Most fathers would try to find a doctor that could help, but not mine; as long as I kept hidden and was supported financially he didn't worry about me. That next morning I decided I needed to change.

"Anthony, you left your clothes in the living room" Emily yells up the stairs.

Instead of shouting at her to shut up or ignoring her command, I open my door and descend the stairs.

"Sorry about leaving a mess Emily" I say to her. Turning around I am met with the shocked faces of Sam and Emily, not that I blame them, apologizing isn't something I made a habit of. "I've also decided I don't want to be Anthony anymore. Please can you call me Edward?"

That day was the day I started to change.

To me Anthony Masen is dead, and in his place is Edward, no last name, just Edward.

Now three years later the young boy of eighteen is long gone. He is replaced by the more mature twenty one year old Edward who helps out with the chores, does all his online schoolwork, gets top grades. The only thing missing is someone to share the new me with.

I use the hand mirror daily to see the people who use to pretend to be my friends; they only liked me for my money though.

Currently they were at Jacob Black's house, having a party and doing all of the things we use to do. They had stopped long ago from talking about me. When I had first disappeared they were all convinced I was being held for ransom or something then as time went by they started talking about me being a drug addict. Now they don't even mention me.

I want a friend, a true friend, I wished as I looked out at the clear night sky.

I didn't know just how much my life would again change that very night.

Jasper POV-

Driving away from Jacob Black's house I can't help but think about how after three years people still continue to make fun of me at every opportunity. Every time those Neanderthals order pizza, they waste my time harassing me for a few moments and then send me on my way without a tip. Just a day in the life of Jasper Whitlock.

"Boss I have to go" I yell as I step through the back door and put the car keys where they belong. It is 11:57 when I finally made it home.

"Cuttin' it close boy" my dad says looking at me. I ignore his comment as I run to my room, stripping off my shirt only seconds before my wings grow. I've gotten use to the process, so it's no longer painful; it feels similar to ripping a band aid off.

"C'mere and lemme cut em' offa yah" my father mumbles from my door as he sways back and forth, a whiskey bottle in one hand and a knife in the other. Good for nothing drunk.

"I told you, you are not coming near me with anything sharp. I won't let you cut me" I yell before pushing him out of my room and locking my door, my heart pounding loudly. I can't stop the memory as it overtakes me.

I was ten years old.

A ten your old shouldn't have too much to worry about. But I did, it was 11:50 as I lay in bed, trying and failing to sleep.

"Jaasssssperr…" I hear my father slur just before my once locked door is thrown open. "Lil' Jaaaasper, it's almost time. Be calm boy, it won't hurt too bad" he says as he practically throws a liquor bottle at me.

"Drrriiink up boy, your wings are coming" I stare at the bottle. He's never come in with a knife before. Usually he only uses bandages to bind the wings down to stunt their growth, it was literally torture.

"What are you going to do?" I say staring at the bottle with the vile amber liquid in it. He doesn't answer before the grandfather clock in the living room strikes twelve.

"Your wings'll go bye bye, hold still" he sneers as he lunges at me. I run towards my window and throw it open, ignoring my fathers yells about not leaving the house. I stay outside hiding in the forest all night, I don't return to the house until my wings disappear.

That was the first night I spent outside, but it would be one of many as I can't trust my own father. Once I let my guard down and he gets the upper hand, he will attempt to cut my wings off, just as his had been cut from him.

I know I need to move away soon, I'm 19 years old, and he keeps telling me sooner or later he would get what he wanted. With that threat hanging in the air why would I stay here with him?

Two hours later I open my door and peek out. I'm hungry and hopefully I can make it to the kitchen without him noticing me. It isn't till I walk past the living room that I realize is not home. A large grin spread across my face while I made a sandwich.

I sleep peacefully that night, until I'm roughly shaken awake by my father.

"Wake up and get dressed. We have to leave soon" my father's voice demands as I get out of bed.

"Leave? Where are we going?" I ask, not wanting to go anywhere with him.

"Don't argue with me, get dress, pack a bag and let's go." He yells holding up a knife that I hadn't realized he was holding. "You better listen to me boy; you have been a lot of trouble to me. Now you can be someone else's problem."

With that he leaves my room. Quickly I grab my hidden stash of cash, my clothes, my notebooks and a few of my favorite books.

Ten minutes later my father is pushing me into the car and driving me away from our home. The trip is silent. The longer we drive the more nervous I become; my mind is trying to determine what it is that caused my father to go crazy. If he is going to kill me or if he has sold me I'm unsure.

My thoughts are answered after a twenty minute drive. The house we arrive at is huge and located deep in the woods; it's a little daunting. What business could he have here? The man, my father isn't bringing me into the woods to be killed; he has sold me, like some kind of freak.

"Get out of the car boy, and don't think about trying to run from me" my father says, still holding the knife as he leads me to the front door and rings the bell.

I stand there in his grasp, feeling the slight pressure of the blade on my back as we wait for the door to open.

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