Walking in to the library was like breathing fresh air. It was like I was home again. I enjoyed our study periods, it was one of the only times I could sneak into the library. I loved the stale smell of the old dusty books, I loved the warmth in the atmosphere, and I loved that I could curl up on a beanbag chair and not have a care in the world. It was my space and no one Interrupt the peace I felt here. It was like I didn't have to think, didn't have to be afraid.

As I took my backpack off I planted my back side on a fluffy bean bag chair, all ready to grab one of the many books I stored in my bag until a shadow loomed above me. I froze looking up only to find one Jasper Whitlock Cullen standing above me. I sighed. "Look," I said. "I don't know what you want from me but I think it would be best if you just left me alone." I stated my voice just above a whisper combined with just the slightest hint of force.

He smirked down at my, "What makes you think I want something from you?", he questioned sarcastically glanced at the vacated bean bag chair beside me. He plopped down on it causing it to scoot a tad too close to mine and jostle me, which in turn caused me to wince. I huffed and tried to gracefully unseat myself. I just wanted to be left alone. "Hey, wait don-"he grabbed my wrist making me flinch back and yelp. His eyes got big and mine started to tear up.

"Don't touch me!" I hissed as his mouth gapped open. I've never talked to anyone in any type of hostile manner much less hissed. He was shocked. I gathered my things and started to walk away. "Bella wait! I'm sorry I grabbed you, but really it's not like I hurt you jeez!" he called loudly after me and gaining the attention of our old batty librarian, who sneered and 'Shhhhhhhh'ed' at him. He had finally caught up with me his breathing a little bit heavy.

"Bella come on. I just want to talk." He growled and I felt his arm snake around my waist and yank me back. "Agh! Let go! What the hell is wrong with you can't you just leave me alone. We can't be friends so just cut it out I don't want you to get hurt!" I burst out in one breath. His arm slowly sank back to his side. "Look don-don't cry I'm sorry I touched you, 'kay." He whispered backing away from me. I rubbed at my face under my eyes and felt the tears.

Glancing at his dazzling face I noticed his face twist up in ire. "What happened to your face?" his voice was sad a contradictory of his facial expression. "Nothing I-I have to go." I gasped out, turning to run to the nearest exit and sprinting as fast as I could into the woods and home.

It didn't take me long to reach home. Making my way out of the woods behind my house I checked to drive way for Phil's old beat up Chevy. I remember when he got the thing; it was old, rusted, and smelled of sour milk. I don't understand why he keeps it with all the money he has it's not as if he couldn't afford a new ride.

Confirming that the house was empty of abusive step fathers I made my way to the backdoor and stuck my key into the lock and twisted. Entering I made my way up the stairs and in to my room immediately plopping myself on my bed and heaving a big sigh. Well that was just great. Hopefully Jasper would forget the ugly bruise on my face keep it 'hush hush'. The last thing I needed was anyone questioning me on where it came from.

Would it always be this hard to keep what he did to me a secret? Would I be able to handle this on my own? Should I tell someone?...No I thought to myself I would never tell. People would hate me; they'd think I was a whore. I'd be even more of an outcast, and I'd have to leave home. I couldn't do that. I'd just bare through it until I was old enough to leave and live on my own.

I'd make it through this, for mom, for me…..for Jasper. I still didn't know how I felt about him yet. Yes I still had a major crush on him, but what girl wouldn't. I mean he was Jasper, but he did try to talk to me. Maybe…I should just be friends with him. It couldn't hurt anything. Everyone needed a friend sometimes. Right?

It was dark when I woke up. I could hear the T.V. on downstairs, so I knew Phil was home. Scared he'd creep into my room during the night I quietly snuck to my door and turned the lock hearing a satisfying 'click' that immediately made me feel a little bit safer.

After gathering some night clothes I walked to my bathroom to shower and brush my teeth and hair to prepare to turn in for the night. The bruising in my cheek went down a little in the past few hours; it didn't look that bad now. As long as I didn't have any more crying fits no one would be the wiser that is except for Jasper. I feel like something good will come out of this. Being friends with him I mean. It could help me not focus on how badly my life sucks.

Slipping under me cozy covers I tried to turn my brain off get some sleep. It didn't work, finally after about twenty minutes I drifted off to sleep praying that tomorrow would be just like today was; empty of Phil's presence