Alice and I were in our room when she suddenly jumped up and ran downstairs. I followed, becoming wary when I heard a male, presumably Edward, ask why all his stuff was in the garage. When I reached the bottom of the steps Alice was already explaining to a bronze-haired vampire who we were and why his stuff had been moved. A taller black-haired, muscular male, Emmett, stood behind him curiously examining Alice. He looked up when he heard me, Edward paid no attention as he was pissed at losing his room, and curiously examined me. I felt no fear coming off of him, most likely do to thinking he could have taken me down if it came to that.
Carlisle and Esme started walking down the stairs and I was forced to move closer to the mind reader and Emmett, whilst keeping my back away from Carlisle and Esme. I felt annoyance, hurt, and understanding coming off of Carlisle as I did this. Living the peaceful life he did he couldn't completely understand why I did this, but he knew that I had suffered so he understood the need to protect myself.
"Welcome home sons. I see you've already met Alice, and this is Jasper." Carlisle greeted them. Esme smiled brilliantly at me, obviously proud of her sons, and wishing that one day she might call me her son. Edward offered a quick hi to me before going back to arguing with Alice over his former room.
Suddenly Emmett was hitting me on the back, no doubt trying to be friendly, but my survival instincts kicked in and he was on the floor. Before anyone could react I was out the door. They would never accept me, especially after I had to stop myself from attacking him. I ran until the only emotion I could feel was mine, and collapsed against a tree.
I had messed this up for Alice. She wanted this so bad and I had messed it up. I don't know why I did it. I wasn't threatened by him. It didn't feel like he wanted to hurt me. But I had done it anyway. And as always I had ruined everything.
I wasn't left alone to wallow in guilt for long. I felt Alice approaching, her worry mixed with a hit of disapproval. She sat next to me, silently asking if I was ok.
I wanted to tell her I was. That I wasn't beating myself up over what I almost did. But it was as if her desire to join the family and her love for them had rubbed off on me, and I hated that I might have scared him. Her feelings must have rubbed off on me, because I had never cared before if I had hurt a stranger.
Alice wrapped her arms around my torso and laid her head against my chest. Then she started purring softly. We sat there for hours like that, and every so often she would run her fingers through my hair or stroke my cheek. All that time we sat there I wondered if I would be able to go back or if we would have to move on.