Note: Sorry all for the very long wait. I recently had nose surgery to help with some breathing problems I had for a long time and work and life got in the way with the holidays and everything.

I was lying in bed, the covers over my shivering body. I wasn't shivering because I was cold; I was shivering because I was scared. HE was drinking again, HE was always more violent, more verbally harsh when HE was intoxicated.

I tried to force myself to sleep but it wasn't working, my whole body was tense. I could hear HIS voice down the hall, the steps HIS shoes made across the creaky wood floor. HE was coming closer and closer to my room.

Suddenly, the noise came to a halt; I could make out HIS dark shadow underneath the door. I held my breath trying hard not to make a sound, hoping HE would take it easy on me tonight. The knob started to slowly turn.

I learned early on, never to lock my door; it only pissed HIM off more. I have a broken door to prove it.

"Jasper!"

I hide under the covers afraid of what HE might do.

"Jasper I know you're not sleeping, wake up you little jerk!" HE shouted while coming in, letting me know HE was upset about something.

I took a deep breath to calm myself before removing the covers from my face. It was dark in my room but even in the blackness I could see HIS large scary form standing just a few feet from me. HE had a bottle of liquor in one hand and a picture of my mom in the other.

I could see HIS glossy eyes with dark circles underneath. The look of anger and disgust was written all over HIS face.

"What did I do this time dad? I do everything you ask of me. I do my homework, make my own meal, do the dishes and I leave you alone as you request."

"You're a disgrace! It's because of you, your mother died! You killed her you worthless piece of shit! You never deserved her as your mother and you don't deserve me as your father! I wish…. I wish you would have died instead of her!" I gasped at my dad's harsh words, tears falling down my cheeks.

"Well, sometimes I wish I would have died instead of her too, and then I wouldn't have to deal with such an asshole for a father!" I screamed unable to control myself any longer.

"You little shit!" He said before throwing his beer bottle at me.

His aim was off luckily and it hit the wall behind me, the glass shattered into small little pieces.

"Go on then, you think you can make it in the real world without me, there's the fucking door!"

"Fine, I will go. I don't know what's stopped me before!" I said quickly packing my bags.

I Gasped, waking up from my awful nightmare… called the past. My hands were shaking; my heart was racing and my forehead and back was covered in sweat.

"Jasper."

I froze at the sound of my name coming off Edward's lips. I thought I was alone.

I turned to find Edward standing by my open door with a look on his face I couldn't quite read. I couldn't tell if he was annoyed or worried.

"Master, did … um…. Did you need something?" I asked trying to retain my composure.

"Jesus Jasper, you're sweating like crazy." He said coming closer to my bed.

I jumped back a bit with the images from my nightmare still very much in my head.

"Sorry Master, I guess, I was hot. I'll clean the sheets tomorrow." I said trying not to upset Edward.

"Fuck the sheets, Jasper tell me was is going on? That's an order." Edward said in a stern voice, making me shiver.

"I had a nightmare, that's all."

"A nightmare, really?"

"Yes, is that so strange to think an adult can have nightmares?" I challenged.

"A nightmare about what?"

"Why are you in here at these early hours, Master?" I asked trying to change the subject.

"I thought about what you said about our past being similar and it left me curious and then I hear you talking in your sleep well, more like yelling in your sleep and it made me even more curious about you and your past. So tell me Jasper, what was your childhood like?"

"Why does it matter?" I challenged.

Edward gave me a serious look as if he really wanted to know and would not take no for an answer.

I'm sure he was used to getting his way by now. Not many people gave him an argument. If he wanted something he got it, point blank.

Edward's brown eyes stared hard into mine, I swear he could read my thoughts if he truly wanted to.

"I had a family once… my mom, I vaguely remember. She wasn't around very long. She died when I was seven, from depression.

My father was always distant from me growing up and became more distant and even emotionally abusive to me after my mom died. He blamed me for her death.

When I was sixteen we had a big fight and I ran away from home. I wasn't wanted there anymore.

I lived off my backpack full of food/clothes and any other item of mine I could fit in it or find value in it, like the one picture I had of my mother with me as a baby.

My supplies ran out after three days. It was then I realized I wouldn't last on my own without a job.

So I headed to the bad neighborhood were the hookers worked the corners. I was so nervous but they made it look easy. I thought if they could do it so could I.

It was awkward my first time. Okay, it was downright awful; having someone touch my dick for money. Someone I had no feelings towards, a complete stranger. And having to touch them in return."

"You must have been one tough kid, to survivor that."

"Oh yeah, I'm hard as stone." I said sarcastically.

Edward reached down and squeezed my dick through my boxers, making me gasp.

"Well, no. But it has potential." He said with a smirk, I have come to love.

Note: Yes, I used a pretty woman quote at the end. Had to do it. Lol.