Morning soon came and we was all in the kitchen. Full up from our 'breakfast'. I say breakfast, we actually just stacked a load of plates and bowls in the sink to make it look as though we had eaten something. I decided not to tell him about the vampire thing yet, as I wasn't sure how he'd react. Probably not well I thought. I sent Alice out to the shop to buy some milk, cereal and orange juice incase Jasper wanted something when he got up.

"So have you came up with anymore bright ideas yet?" Esme snarled at me

"excuse me?"

"Well have you? I mean he cant stay here. What are you going to do with him?"

"Calm down honey. But before I decide anything I want to know more about him you know, who he is, where he came from. I mean you saw him I've never seen anyone so desperate before."

Esme just nodded. Probably because she agreed with me. Probably because Jasper was standing there in the doorway.

"Good morning Jasper. Would you like some breakfast?" Rosalie smiled being unusually nice.

"Erm no thanks im not really hungry"

"oh , how about a drink then?"

"Erm yeah thanks. That would be nice" Jasper smiled

He sat down at the table. You didn't need to be a mind reader to know what he was thinking. He was waiting for the questions to start. Deep down I didn't think he really wanted to speak about anything. But here he was in some strangers house eating breakfast with them. He expected someone to say something soon, and he was right.

"Here you go I hope orange juice is ok" Rose said as she put a glass of orange in front of him.

"Yeah that's fine, thank you" he took a sip.

"You're welcome…oh and by the way who the hell are you?" she said still smiling

"ROSALIE!" I almost yelled at her

"Its ok, " Jasper said stopping me "I understand you might have some questions for me and the least I can do is answer them for you after all you have done for me"

"oh" I said

"Good me first" Rosalie plopped herself down on a chair

"Why did you run away from home?"

"Who said I ran away from home" he looked puzzled

Edward coughed loudly reminding Rose that humans do not have the ability to read minds and in Jaspers eyes the Cullens were human.

"Erm I err just … assumed is all," She uttered

"Oh well you're kind of right. I mean I did run away from home but not out of choice. See my mom is a single mother. Dad ran off when I was born."

We all felt sad for him already, I hated to see where this was going.

"So erm yeah there's not much to tell really we had an argument. She kicked me out. So I just ran. Ran here. Ran anywhere. Just to get away. If im honest I think she's been looking for an excuse to kick me out for years."

"Why did you knock on our door?" I asked him

" I don't know. I didn't know where I was going. I don't have any other family or erm friends. Im kind of on my own you see. Anyway so erm I was sick of running. I was knackered. The rain was pissing me off. I just wanted to see a friendly face. I just wanted …." He couldn't finish his sentence. He had tears streaming out of his eyes and down his cheeks.

"Im sorry" I said "Do you want to stop?"

He sniffed. "No its okay. Im just a bit erm, cranky. I didn't sleep very well last night."

"Why did your mum kick you out then?"

"EMMETT please! Have some compassion" Esme scolded him

"Well erm basically she caught me doing something I shouldn't have"

All the faces in the room frowned a little. What could be so bad in this day and age that a boys own mother would kick him out.

"Well what was it then son?" asked Esme

"I thought you knew" he almost whispered

He then proceeded to roll up the sleeve of this top revealing again those strange looking scars. Everyone stopped and stared for a few seconds. Shocked.

"You mean you did this to yourself?" I asked him

"Yes"

He went on to tell us about the first time it happened. He said it was about a year ago, he'd had an awful day at school. He said no one in this world gave him a break. He said he didn't deserve to be treated this way. And anyway when he got back from school his mum would be there as usual. Drunk. A different guy would be there everyday taking advantage of her. He said the only person who he felt loved him in this world was his older sister Gemma. She had unfortunately died in a house fire not too long before and he still had difficulty getting over her death. He felt emotionless. Painless. He couldn't feel anything. He just wanted to feel again. So he said he went into the bathroom and looked at his reflection. He just wanted to feel again, he kept repeating. So he punched the mirror so hard the glass broke into a million pieces. His hand and wrist were drenched in blood. It was tingling all the way up his arm. He liked this feeling. So it became a dangerous but regular thing. Until one day he said he forgot to lock the door and his mom walked in on him. She called him an ungrateful waste of space who didn't deserve to live if he didn't want to. So she threw him on the street and he ended up here.