I sat looking at myself in the mirror while I was brushing my hair. Jasper had just come back from picking up my clothes and given them to me. I had already picked out what I was going to wear for bed. Jasper is probably hoping I will wear some of the lingerie but he is going to be sorely disappointed. I am not, repeat am not about to wear some sexy thing around my boyfriend's brother. I lifted Cotton Mayfair pajamas and held them up to me. Well, they didn't make me look like a super model but I had to admit I did look pretty nice. I shed my robe and pulled on the pajamas. That's when it hit me! I had forgotten to buy panties and bras. Oh well, it's too late now. So I did the only thing I can think of to do, I closed my eyes and prayed I didn't do anything stupid to expose myself.
I walked out of the bathroom and looked around for Jasper. I spotted him lounging on the couch reading. He had one leg thrown sexily over the arm of the chair and…. Wait a minute…stop the press… what the fuck! Did I honestly just refer to Jasper as doing something sexily? Was I fucking out of my mind? We are both in relationships for god sakes and almost related! Did I just swear again? This swearing streak has to stop!
"Whatcha reading?" I asked, trying to cover up for my pause.
"The Host by Stephanie Meyer," he said, not even looking up from his book, if he did I sure as hell didn't see it. I didn't swear. Yeah for me. I mentally shouted.
"Is it any good?" I asked trying to keep the conversation flowing.
"Yes," he said curtly. I folded my robe, put it on the bed, and turned my attention back to Jasper.
"Did you hunt yet?"
"Yes"
"Are you ready to tell me why you kidnapped me?" I asked hoping to catch him off guard and answer.
"No" He answered without even looking up.
"I guess since you are so engrossed in your book, I'll just sit here and twiddle my thumbs." I asked my voice dripping with sarcasm. I was really getting annoyed with his monosyllable answers.
He let a little laugh out. I was so shocked that I could make him break his concentration.
"Okay, is there something I could be doing?"
"Actually yes," he said shutting the book and placing it by his side. He pulled a small sliver cell phone from his jean pocket, and hit speed dial. I waited as he hit speaker as the phone rang. I was glad it didn't take long for the person he was calling to answer since my curiosity was peeked.
"Jasper?" Alice's musical voice came from the speaker. I was never so happy to hear her voice.
"Alice?" I asked her, did he honestly just call home? I couldn't believe it.
"Bella?" I heard Edward, Alice and the others in the background ask.
"Hit speaker Alice," Esme's voice said full of concern.
"Bella, sweetheart, where are you?" Edward asked. My heart fluttered at the sound of his voice and I smiled. He made me feel so much like a schoolgirl.
"I don't know Edward," I responded, running my fingers through my hair.
"Is he hurting you?" I looked up after this question was asked. Jasper looked down, ashamed and a little mad.
"What the fuck are you talking about? Did you seriously just ask me if your brother had hurt me?" Whoa, Bella I thought we talked about this, I mentally screamed.
"Bella, love, he took you away from us. What am I supposed to think?" Edward said.
"I know he took me but you're acting as if he isn't your own goddamn brother! I trust him. He has a reason for what he did," I practically shouted. I peeked a look at Jasper and saw that he had a look of thankfulness on his face…and a little bit of shock at hearing me defend him to my boyfriend.
"Bella are you alright?" Emmett asked, sounding utterly confused by my choice of language.
"I'm fine goddamn it!" I shouted. Okay seriously I thought we had a handle on this…. I mean honestly Bella didn't you think you've sworn enough for one day I mean fucking slow it down. I immediately felt bad, but they shouldn't be dogging Jasper like that, I mean, he's their fucking brother for crying out loud. Dogging? What the hell was dogging doing in my vocabulary? I was definitely getting a lot of use out of my new vocab.
"Bella, could you please refrain from swearing?" Esme asked calmly.
"I'm sorry Esme I'm just upset that's all," I sighed. I noticed Jasper giving me a strange look so I did the only thing I could think of, I flipped him off. He looked taken back but then he grinned. He reached forward and ended the call suddenly.
"What the hell?" I asked, "I want to talk some more."
"Bella when did you turn into a cursing maniac?" he asked with a smile in his voice.
"Since you kidnapped me! Now call them the fuck back!" I shouted. Wow, Bella you're really taking a turn for the worse with this swearing thing, I mean it's getting a little out of hand.
"Alright, alright master," Jasper, laughed putting his hands up like he way saying 'I surrender'. I smiled, I can't believe that worked. I was apparently more convincing then it thought, well either that or Jasper was going to call back anyway.
"Jasper?" Alice's voice asked.
"Yep it's us. Jasper and I just had something to discuss," I said.
"Bella, do you know where you are?" Edward's voice asked, I could almost feel his touch and see his face full of concern. Didn't he already ask this question?
"No Edward," I sighed. Then I thought of something, "I am pretty sure that I am still on Earth."
"Bella, this is no time to joke," Carlisle's stern voice said through the phone.
"I know I'm sorry. I'm overwhelmed by everything. I wish I could help you but Jasper is not telling me where I am."
"Jasper, son, please bring her home to us. We miss her. Charlie is going crazy with worry." Esme cried.
Jasper answered her by saying "Please trust me, Esme, I am trying to save Bella. She is in great danger."
I looked at Jasper. I couldn't believe what he just said. Who am I in danger from? Why is he the only one who can save me? I will have to ask him later.
"What do you mean Jasper? Talk to me son," Carlisle said.
"Carlisle, I will not answer any more questions. I knew that Bella would like to talk to you all. I will let you talk to her for a few more minutes. I am only doing this for her."
"Jasper, thank you for letting her talk to us." Esme said to try to keep him from hanging up.
"Well… um… anything interesting happen lately?" Emmett asked, trying to keep the conversation strong.
"Not really. You know just the same old same old. How about you, Emmet?" I said, rolling my eyes. What the fuck is wrong with me? Am I getting joy from being a bitch to my family?
"Same here. We are missing you sis." Emmet replied and then I swear I heard him say oh. Great Rosalie must be there too.
"Jasper you're not freezing her to death are you?" Rose asked with a fake caring voice.
"He thought about it," I retorted for him.
"What? Is he a mute now? Or is he busy doing something he shouldn't? Something with his mouth?" Rosalie sneered.
"Bitch, you better step off," I said, I cannot believe she just implied that Jasper and I were having… I just rather not say it!
"Who you calling bitch? Whore!" Rose shouted back at me.
"Tramp!"
"Rosalie stop it," Esme whispered just before Rosabitch shouted "Slut!"
"Whatever Rosalie. You are just so jealous that all the Cullen men are lusting after me and not you." I shouted back. Whoa! Where'd I come up with that one? It was a good comeback. I have to admit that but it was a little random. "Admit it you are actually lusting after me yourself!"Ha! Ha! Take that bitch. I can't believe I just implied she was a lesbian.
"Please I've slept with more men you have," she spat.
"Is that a good thing?"
"Bella, Rosalie. Stop it right now!" Esme shouted.
I could hear Carlisle and Alice trying to pull Rosalie out of the house. I looked up at Jasper who looked like he was trying so hard not to laugh. He gave me a thumbs up, clutched his sides, and bit his lip.
"You bitch!"
"You say I'm a bitch like it's a bad thing." I heard a door slam in the background. They must have succeeded in getting her outside.
"Bella I'm sorry. She is just stressed because of you being missing," Emmett apologized.
"Don't take it back, Emmett, she's such a skank bitch anyway!"
"Bella, please, don't say stuff like that. We all miss you so much and we are all very worried." Esme said.
"I'm sorry. Esme you are right. Emmet I am sorry. Please tell Rosalie I am sorry for my language. I am just tired and stressed." I sighed.
Esme said, "We understand, honey, can you talk a little bit longer, Edward would like to talk to you."
I listened as there was some shuffling and the rushing of wind, he probably was moving away from the house so there was no distraction from Rosalie.
"Bella?" Edward asked. He sounds like he misses us…. us? What the hell I thought there was one person in this body but apparently, that's not the case.
"Yes Edward," I said breathlessly.
"I miss you Bella and I don't even know what to say," Edward sighed. I felt a little bad about – partially – enjoying being here while they were all back home worrying their asses off about me and I was here not giving two shits. Well maybe I gave one shit. What is wrong with me? I am supposed to love him and I am being so rude.
"I miss you too Edward, I can't wait till I see you again. But you have to have faith in the fact that Jasper has a reason for what he is doing and he won't hurt me," I said back to my over-protective, extremely hot, piano playing, baseball playing, trying to act human altogether wonderful vampire boyfriend.
"But Bella he kidnapped you! What reason could he possibly have for that?" Edward retorted. Were you using a pissed off voice at me? At me? Boy you better back up off me.
"Edward, whatever reason Jasper has for this it is his own god damn business unless he wants to tell us!"
"How can you say that?"
"I guess you don't know him that well" I replied.
"Bella," Edward said
"Yes?"
"I understand your point I just don't understand why you're trying to make it."
"Edward you have to have faith," I repeated, not using the same exact words but I was pretty much the same thing.
"I do, my love," he said. "I have faith in you…just not in Jasper," Jasper growled at hearing Edward say that.
"I know you do," I sighed, I knew Edward and he wasn't about to change around what he thought.
"Love?" Edward asked. Great now we have to say something because he used that quirky little nickname of ours. I honestly think I'm going insane with this.
"Yeah?" I asked back.
"I love you." I hated the way it sounded more like a statement then something he actually felt. If you love someone, you have to make him or her believe you do. Sure, he's told me he loves me countless times but he has to make me believe every single last time. What am I thinking? Why am I thinking like this? We love each other completely, right?
"I love you to," I said back. Hoping my response had some meaning to him.
"I'll let you go to sleep now," he said with a sigh. Oh, I see how it is…you have to let me I can't just hang the fuck up if I want to, no! You have to tell me when and were I can and cannot go to sleep! Where is this coming from?
"Alright, goodnight."
"Goodnight love." Edward said sullenly. Ha! Get it! Sullen Cullen! (A/N: I borrowed this from a wonderful story called Phone Calls » by CurlyDimples, read it is amazing!)
I held the phone up to my ear and I listened a little while after he hung up, just waiting. Finally, I hit that little red 'end' button, sighing as I did so. I looked up at Jasper who just shrugged and sat back down. When had he stood back up? Oh my, was I really that unobservant?
"Well that's enough for me for one night," I said tossing him the phone. He caught it with ease and smiled before putting it in his jean pocket. Is he just going to sit right there and just smile at me cause it's kinda creepy?
"Can you turn off the lights?" I asked, pointing towards the light switch on the wall. He nodded and sprang up from his spot. Is he a mute now? I mean god man you could say kay or o.k. it doesn't take that much effort!
I crawled under the covers and snuggled in, the room went dark but I could still faintly make out different shapes in the room. Sleep came easily that night, a little earlier then I thought it would. But what scared me was my dream. Well the dream wasn't as scary as I was weird but the question was: why was I dreaming this?