Hi. I'm surprised at myself for getting this chapter up so quickly, I don't think I'll be able to keep it up though. I won't have too many chapters like this, where it changes POV, or very many where it isn't EPOV, but I wanted to show how other people view Edward not just how Edward views himself. This is dedicated to rpatziswayhotterthantaylor who was the first (and so far only) person to review. Reviews make me want to write more *hint hint*.

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Jasper POV

I walked into my 3 unit maths class slightly late. Bella had distracted me, so I hadn't heard the bell ring. Beautiful, beautiful Bella... She was worried about Edward again. It seemed like she was always worried about him. I mean, sure, he was a little withdrawn, and strange but that's just the way he seemed to be naturally.

Glancing around the room, I noticed that Edward wasn't in his usual seat, or anywhere in the room for that matter. Maybe Bella was right to be concerned, this was a regular occurrence. He would turn up to school, stay two, maybe three periods then leave again. I'm sure Carlisle and Esme had been told by now, but they didn't seem to do anything about it, or if they did, Edward certainly didn't pay any attention to them. His grades were definitely going to suffer, I mean, he was never at school for more than half a day!

I would tell Bella that he had left at lunch, next, not that she wouldn't be expecting it. Edward really needed to learn that other people were affected by his actions as well, not just him. He was hurting Bella, who I loved more than anything else in this world, so was therefore hurting me, and I am sure Carlisle and Esme were hurting as well.

Sighing, I started listening to Mr Gong, my maths teacher, for the rest of the period.

At lunch, Bella attempted to call Edward, as she did every lunch, but as usual, it went straight to his voice mail, and today also came up with a message saying that they were sorry, but his voicemail was full. I wondered if he ever even turned his phone on, or if it was hidden in some dark corner of his room, never to be thought of again. She then tried her house phone, knowing that Carlisle and Esme were both at work, so if anyone picked up, it would be Edward, but again, no answer.

I watched hopelessly as tears filled Bella's eyes, just wishing that I could do something to help, but there was nothing I could do, aside from hold her and try to comfort her. Damn you Edward, take a look at what you're doing to the people around you.

Carlisle POV

I groaned as I heard my name being called over the loudspeaker, summoning me to the reception desk. I knew what is about; it was the same every day. The voice on the other end of the line confirmed what I already knew: Edward was skipping and was nowhere to be found. I went through my normal routine after the call, calling Edward's mobile, then the house phone, but, as usual, there was no reply from Edward. I called Esme to let her know, but there was nothing we could really do about it.

We had tried taking his car away, and making him ride with Bella, but he still found a way to disappear. We had looked for him, at first, checking all the normal spots for skipping teens to hide, and the no-so-normal as well. But it was hopeless, he was never found. We would get a call every day, and every day he would disappear, only to be found again, camped out in his room, but only after school was well and truly over.

Edward must think that we don't know, or care, but we do. Even though he isn't my biological son, I still love him just as much as I would if he were. Esme cried herself to sleep, almost every night, wondering what she had done wrong to make him act the way he did. She couldn't accept that it wasn't her fault, and she had done nothing wrong. It was just the way he was.

He never really communicated with us, he would just sit there, staring into space, not noticing anything going on around him, or being said to him. The only time he ever spent with the family was at dinner, even on weekends. All the rest of the time he would lock himself away in his room, where we had no chance of getting to him, because he had brought the lock himself, and made sure that he had the only key.

He never spent any of his allowance, or money that he had saved away. The only time he ever got new things was when Esme brought him new clothes, or books, and at Christmas. Esme and I had given up on giving him any bright clothing, or short and short sleeves. If we got him anything other than his normal, dark, loose clothes he would never wear them, and I wouldn't be surprised if he had never touched half his books.

Bella never gave up though, at Christmas she always got him bright and colourful stuff, even though he never touched any of it. She worried about him, and rightly so. He barely ever talked, we had known him for years, and only ever heard him say what a normal person would in a week. He barely touched his food, shifting it around on his plate, and eating small bites every now and then, never eating more than half his serve. And he always had such a sad, hopeless look in his eyes, that no matter what we did we could never get rid of.

I just wish he would open up to me and let me help him.