Title: I Can Feel Your Feelings Through This White Paper.

Author: alt-3-etf

Beta: EVS

Pairing: Jasper and Jacob

Summary: AU. The Blacks move back to Forks after Billy's accident. Jacob's principle offers Jacob a shrink, only to have it to be the vampire who not only despises the young wolf, but wants to rip his throat out and drink him dray. It's not too good when Jacob imprints on him.

Disclaimer: I don't own any Twilight characters. OC's where needed, no one major. Some minor changes too – they have fangs that come out when they get aroused, smell blood etc. They also sleep eventually just every...two weeks or so, not every night.

Warnings: Cursing, Male on male [eventually], mythological creatures. RACIST COMMENTS I DO NOT MEAN TO OFFEND!

Author's Note: Thank you everyone who reviewed my last chapter and those who put it on alert and whatnot, it means a lot to me :). Also to the grammar Nazis, you may annoy people but, we love you deep down ^^.

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I stared at him in disbelief. My own father hated me. Not just disliked, he hated me. I would understand if it were for something I'd personally done, like set a building on fire, set fireworks off in the shed but no, it was for something completely out of my control.

"Jacob," he started.

"I want you out of my house by morning."

I blinked, "what?"

"You heard me, you are my son no longer," he stated. He didn't look at me. He didn't move. He just looked at his limp legs, his lips tight.

"What're you talking about?" I shouted, "Of course I'm your fucking son! I have your shitty Y chromosome in my balls!"

"You are not my son. I disown you from my family, and I disown you from my name. You will no longer call me 'father' and you will no longer call Sarah 'mother' or Rachel 'sister'. Now, get out of my house before I call Charlie."

I took a good look at him. How could he do this to me? I wasn't even 18, he was disowning a minor. Where was I going to live?

"Where am I going to live?" I whispered.

"I don't know and I don't care. I want you out of this house before midnight." He wheeled himself out of the living and out of the house entirely.

I stood there, still in shock. My father had just kicked me out, kicked me onto the street like a stray dog.

Heavily, I sighed. I began walking up the stairs taking one step at time. I was in no rush; I had nothing to take with me. Where was I going to go? In all honesty, I had no idea. I had faint thoughts of a homeless shelter but that was all the way in Seattle and how the fuck was I supposed to get there?

I was so wrapped up in worrying where I was going to stay; I tripped over an unpacked box. I landed face first on the hardwood floor. Getting back up, I looked at the label.

'Camping stuff'

That's it, I thought, I could camp in the forest.

With a smile on my face, I pulled the box into my room and rummaged through its contents.

A gas cooker, vacuum packed food, a tent, sleeping bag, oil lamp, oil, spare gas for the cooker, a large camping rucksack and two large water containers.

I stuffed all the camping gear into the rucksack, cramming in some clothes along with my tooth brush, toothpaste and soap.

After I believed I'd packed everything I needed I saw it, the photograph of us, my family. I remembered that day. We were at the beach during summer vacation. Oh, how I miss it.

Grabbing the photo, I grimaced. Billy was in the photo, I didn't want him in it.

Pulling the paper from the glass frame, I tore my father out of the photo, good job he was at the end, and folded it carefully before putting it in my pocket.

I emptied my wallet to find 50 bucks, I couldn't live off that but it was going to have to do.

It hurt you know, having to leave home. Be disowned by my father because of an accident that was really his fault.

Flipping the bag on my back, I preceded my way down the steps and walked out of that dreadful shack.

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Six weeks passed.

Granted, living in a tent, far away from civilization wasn't the best idea for a 16 year old but I was happy and alone. So, so alone.

I was beginning to lose weight, majorly. I had one meal every 3 days, as I only had $50 and 30 pieces of hydrated food, which had now gone down to 10. I had to compromise. My clothes were getting too baggy for my body and I had to persuade my gym teacher I was too weak for active lessons. In all honesty, I was too weak, it took all my effort to carry my camping bag to school and back to my tent.

My hair was becoming a nuisance so; I cut it all off even though it began to fall out due to lack of nourishment.

I took showers in the gym, every day after school I'd sneak into the showers and clean myself. It wasn't much but I was getting by despite the fact my grades were at a minimum.

I would refill my water containers everyday at the school fountain. I may not have eaten a lot but I drank like a horse. It meant the headaches I received were minimised.

Even though I was constantly hungry, even though my clothes were dirty and even though I could barely stand, I was happy.

I had no one, except school staff, tell me what to do. I could sleep whenever I wanted, do whatever I wanted. I hadn't spent the 50 bucks I had and I wasn't going to. I kept that money for when I ran out of camping rations and when that ran out...well I guess I was just going to starve.

I'd applied for jobs in nearly every store and working facility in town but no one was hiring due to the recent recession which was great. I was homeless, skint and completely isolated.

I sat outside for lunch that day, the sun wasn't out but it wasn't raining which was quite a shock. I sat under the large tree I had found refuge in the first day of school. It was my safe haven, my sanctuary, my utopia.

There I sat, my right temple resting against my tucked in knees, my arms wrapped round my legs with my eyes scanning the eating area.

They were sat there you know, the Cullens.

Edward sat next to Alice, he slouched over the picnic table obviously bored while a blonde girl spoke. It was the girl who'd coughed me on my first day, maybe they were related?

Alice seemed quite happy, joining in with the conversation unlike Edward.

Next to the blonde was a big guy. People say big and they mean someone who is slightly over weight or pretty buff. Pretty buff doesn't cover it. Suddenly, he belted out a laugh causing fellow students to freeze in fright.

My eyes travelled to the centre of the group.

My stare was captivated by his golden eyes. His luscious blonde hair flared as the breeze pushed past. His magnificently sculpted face hardened as I blinked.

An excruciating pain shot through my head. I flinched, gripping my temples, gritting my teeth. It pumped again and again, throbbing fiercely. My body would jilt at ever throb. I cried out in pain, God kill me now!

The world around me changed, the colours swirled, the light faded and I was dragged deep into the fatal pit of black.

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Sorry if it disappoints you, it's a filler chapter. I promise the plot thickens within the next two chapters. Sorry it's so short and sorry for any mistakes, my beta is currently away.

I hope you enjoyed it.

Thank fer reading,

Alt3etf.