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Chapter Four – Nighttime Visitor
JPOV

I felt my face from the inside out. I had a goofy grin which stretched from one side to the other.

The house was still full of activity, even considering the late hour. I could hear Edward playing his soft jazz music and humming in the next room. Rosalie was on the phone to one of her numerous groupies. Carlisle and Esme were watching the late news on the TV downstairs. The only person who I could not hear was Alice. She would probably be asleep already. She'd had a long day. So had I.

It was great to be back here. This time, Carlisle and Esme knew about me too, so Alice and I didn't need to sneak around. I didn't have the words to describe how happy I was to be back here with my Alice. I wouldn't have to face my father anytime soon, James either. Though I did have one regret about leaving home however. My mother. It was kinda psychotic for me to spend all day in a graveyard talking to my mother who was six feet under, but it was the only place I ever got some peace and quiet. Joe, although a little guff, had a good heart, and he never judged me for spending all my time sitting next to… and talking to… a headstone in a cemetery.

The room that Alice had stashed me in was huge, almost twice the size of my room at my fathers house. Though this was the Cullen Mansion, all the rooms were huge. Although it was "my" room, it still looked like and felt like the Cullen's spare room, just with a bit of personality, not my personality, but someone's approximation of it. A study desk and bookshelf had been added, I was going to finish my senior year of high school here. The previous floral bedspread had been removed (thank god) and replaced with a plain black one. An old photo of myself and Alice as kids sat on the bedside table.

I opened my backpack to all my possessions I had brought. A current photo of me and Alice, a photo of me and my mother. My cell phone. A few sets of clothes. Some books that I couldn't bear to leave behind. And at the very bottom, a screwdriver. Always handy. I put the photos next to the other one on the side table, along with my phone. The clothes I stuffed in a dresser on the opposite wall. My books on the shelf. And that was it. I had nothing; I was as good as a homeless bum… or a not-so-homeless bum. Yet my face still wore the goofy grin it had ever since I had seen Alice earlier this evening. Lack of possessions couldn't dampen my mood. I was with Alice again.

Time for sleep. I could think about Alice tomorrow. I pulled off my shirt and flicked off the light, sinking into the comfortable bed. Falling asleep was only too easy now.

APOV

I left Jasper to get some sleep. He has big bags under his eyes and moved sort of stiffly, like he was in pain. I didn't want Jasper to be in pain, it just wasn't right.

I tuned out the usual pre-bed noises of my family and tried to drift off to sleep. But it just wasn't that easy. It was as if there was a constant presence in the room that just wouldn't leave me alone. And technically there was. His name was Jasper and he was actually in the bedroom down the hall. I tossed and turned in my room for what felt like ages. Eventually I heard Rosalie's phone hang up, and her light flick off. Then Edward's music dimmed to a very low hum and his light went out. The downstairs television went off and I faintly heard my parents get into bed. I was the only one left up.

I decided I wasn't going to get to sleep anytime soon, so I got up, and tip-toed across the room to my door, and opened it quietly. There was no noise outside of the low creaking of my door and the ever-present sound of soft music coming from under Edwards's door. Jasper's door was shut tightly. I silently swept down the hallway and hesitated in front of it. Should I go in? Would Jasper rather be by himself tonight? My mind was made up by the sudden flash of light from Rose's room. She must be up for some reason. If Emmett was involved, I didn't want to know the reason.

I opened the door quietly and looked at Jasper. He was lying face down on the bed, one arm hanging over the side. He looked so careless... and asleep. I walked around to the opposite side of the bed and perched on the side. Should I wake him up? Or just slide in next to him? I decided to wake him up. I moved closer to him and ran my fingers through his hair. He didn't even stir. I ran my hand down his arm, and he unconsciously swatted me away. I fought the urge to giggle at him, and rested the back of my hand on his cheek. Then, without warning, he suddenly came to life. He jolted awake, grabbing my small hand in his larger one and twisting it away from his face.

"Jasper, Jasper, it's just me." I said, confused. He let go of me at once.

"Alice?" He sounded sleepy, but alert.

"Yeah, it's only me. I couldn't get to sleep, and I wanted to come and see you." I told him. Jasper squinted to see me in the darkness. He put his arms out and pulled me into them.

"Sorry darlin', you startled me, that's all." He pecked my cheek, and tugged me back down onto the bed with him. I pulled the covers over myself. He pulled me closer into him and kissed me lips in a sweet sort of kiss. That's when I realized he was shirtless. I took full advantage of it and ran my hands over his strong shoulders, kissing his neck once or twice as I did so. Jasper seemed to notice my realization and chuckled.

"Still like what you see, darlin'?" He asked. I smiled to myself, nodding as I ran my hands over him. When I reached low on his stomach, he winced again, like he had earlier. I frowned at him, and pulled the blankets down. I couldn't see anything in the dark, so I reached over to turn on the lamp, Jasper's hand caught mine. "Alice, come on, later, we don't have to do this now?" He asked me, it sounded a bit like he was pleading.

"No, Jasper." I told him. I flicked on the lamp, and waited for my eyes to get adjusted to the light. When I could see, I decided I didn't want to. Covering Jasper's stomach were dark purplish bruises, already yellowing in some places. They looked tender and painful. Around his upper arms was the same story, but they didn't look as bad. "Good god Jazz… did…?" I couldn't finish.

"Yeah." He said, answering my unfinished question. I was stunned.

"You mean he…?"

"Yeah." Jasper cut me off this time.

I knew Peter, Jasper's father, was mad and maybe even a bit crazy, but for him to do this to Jasper, his only son was just… beyond anything I'd have thought him capable of.

well, now Alice knows, do you want a big in depth discussion in the next chappie? well reveiw me if u do!!

Moony out.