Cooking for Phil was never my favorite thing to do especially when I was half naked. He sat there watching me the whole time, it was nerve racking. I knew that he was just waiting for me to mess up somehow just so he could inflect more cruelness upon me. And I being in pain and just a natural frigging klutz gave him exactly what he wanted. I tripped the causing the bowl of beaten eggs in my hand to splatter to the kitchen floor. I froze; waiting for the blow I knew was coming.
I wanted so badly to act like it wasn't a big deal but in the world he lived in everything I did was a big deal. Pulling out a hand towel and wetting it a little I go to the floor trying to quickly wipe it up. My hands shook, and my lip trembled. I just wanted this over with wanted to get back to Jasper back to where it was safe. About to stand up after finishing I felt a hand on the back of my neck, pushing me back down and causing me to cry out.
"You're not done!" He spit out viciously. I didn't comprehend what he wanted me to do the fear and adrenalin clouding my judgment. "Th- the floor? But I, its clean. I cleaned it look." I sputtered dumbly. He let go or the painful grip he held on my neck. Backing away to the counter that held the flower spices and cartoon of eggs I was using to fry chicken with. He stood there for a second as if trying to decide where to start when suddenly his arm flew out and knocked everything to the floor, eggs splattered spices clattered, and the flower made a messy cloud before settling to the floor. Finally he grasped the frying pan, tossing it around between his hands, judging the weight.
A backed up sliding on my butt a foot for every step he took. "You know when I called you smart? Ha, yeah well now I'm takin' it back. Maybe you're not as smart as I thought. You don't want to make me diner…" He swung the heavy pan letting it connect with my collar bone. The pain didn't register over the loud snap I heard. "I'll go out and get my own. This mess better fucking be gone before I get home." He said kicking me again as he walked by to exit.
After I heard the door click shut it felt like fire was spreading up my neck and down my left arm. I looked down at it seeing the bone was clearly broken lumping under my skin in the grotesque way you never want to see in real life. I breathe deeply, sweeping everything into a pile and dumping it.' Jasper' my mind whispered. Panting from the pain that intensified as I moved, I made my way up the stairs. Opening the door I crept to my closet door one handedly moving the chair and opening the door.
"Oh God Bella!" Jasper came tumbling out of the closet. "What the fuck was that!? Oh God did he- he , I can't even." Tears ran like water falls down my face. "I'm so sorry, I didn't know I thought we had time." Jasper's head shoot up and completely ignoring my state of dress he pulled me to him. I hissed in pain but relaxed in to his embrace.
"Promise me you won't tell." I whispered. He wouldn't look at me. I grabbed his face with my hand forcing him to. "Jasper please I need you to keep this a secret. If anyone found out….just please. Please Jasper you have to PROMISE." As I looked into his ocean blue eyes I could see he was holding back tears. I never wanted him to find out what was happening to me. For anyone to find out really, "I can't Bella, look at you, you need help. Let me help you.
He's hurting you and no one knows." I nodded; the pain was getting to me again. "I'm taking you my dad. He'll help you Bella I know he will you don't have to stay here." He tried to persuade me. I pulled away from him getting dressed in a pair of jeans and a long sleeved tee slowly trying not to hurt myself even more. "Bella?" He whispered, I turned to face him. "I still wanna be friends." He said letting out a painful sounding laugh. I laughed too wiping my face with my good arm. It was getting hard to breath and all I wanted to do was sleep.
"I know Jasper. Will you call your dad please?" He looked lost but he nodded pulling out his iphone and ringing his dad. It didn't take long for Carlisle to get here, but it felt like hours. My breath was labored and it let as if someone had tried to chop my arm of with a boiling hot chainsaw. I held back tears as best I could when I saw Carlisle's Mercedes pull into my driveway. "Bella..." He trailed off not knowing what to say to the girl who locked his son in a closet only to let her stepfather beat the snot out of her. But of course he didn't know the whole story, just what he had already assumed from our last meeting. "Come on," he said his eyes sad and a little scared. "I'm going to take you home get you checked out and comfortable."
Leading me to the car Jasper sat in the back with me pulling my good hand into his. I felt bad they had to see me like this that they were a part of my nightmare now. I'd give anything for this not to be happening right now. I hissed as the car seemed to hit every bump in the road. Finally we pulled into their front drive way. Jasper helped me out of the car and Carlisle had to carry me up the stair case and up to his home office.
"Bella I need to touch your arm. Is it all right if I take your shirt off?" He questioned. I nodded still drowning in the pain. After he looked my arm over he surveyed the rest of my body. Two cracked ribs, one broken, a broken collar bone, sprained wrist and a slight concussion later I was placed comfortably on the cream colored couch with a fresh set of clothing and jasper gripping my hand. Every time he looked at me I almost cried. The look on his face was heart breaking; I knew he didn't know what to say. We sat in silence for a good thirty minutes be for I tried to start conversation, plus I just had some questions.
"Jasper," my voice cracked. "Jasper what did you hear? When you were in my closet I mean?" I specified. I watched his handsome face contort into an expression that could only be described as pure fear and confusion. "Bella when you locked me in that closet, you knew what would happen didn't you? You knew that he would hurt you so I'm guessing It's not the first time it's happened. Why didn't you tell someone? Get some help?" I looked at our intertwined fingers, getting lost in the sensation that someone wanted to be even a foot close to me. "The last person who told died." I gritted out remembering my mother. I missed her, so much.
"Bella I promise to try to keep you safe. I never want you to have to go through that ever again." He said as he gently pulled me legs into his lap so that I was leaning against his side. Tears sprung to my eyes at his promise. "Thanks Jasper." I crocked out and he kissed me for head. Glancing at the clock I saw how late it was getting. I had to go home, as much as I wanted to stay here damn near happy with Jasper I knew I didn't belong in this world, in his world. This would all be a fading memory soon.
Sitting there with Jasper was so peaceful. My head in his lap as he worked his fingers through the tangles made my body tingle and drift to a place where nothing mattered but him. I wanted to stay in that fictitious world forever, but I had to go home. As soon as the thought popped into my had I hated that something so small as Jaspers long pale fingers running through my hair had me hating myself all over again.
I let my eyes flutter open. Looking up at him I saw that his perfect jaw was clenched tight and his eyes hidden by silky white eyelids. "Jasper," I whisper. "I have to go home now." His eyes fly open and he huffs at me. "You're joking right; it's not funny, don't say stuff like that Bella." I sit up slowly standing and then turning to face him. "Jasper I can't stay I have to go back."
He rolls his eyes and stands placing his hands on my good shoulder. "Bella he hurt you you're not going back. My Dad knows he talked to my Mom and you can stay here…" He trailed off as the front door opened. We turned to see who was walking in. It was Mrs. Cullen, she was stunning. Her Carmel colored hair swayed as she made her way over to us. She was hearing a lovely white business like dress with purple and teal pumps with jewelry that matched flawlessly. She was impeccable.
She wrapped me in her arms holding me close to her form and whispered in my ear. "He's going away for a way for a long long time. You don't have to be scared any more he can't hurt you Bella." It boggled my mind how some on who just meet me could care so much. Why did she care anyway? I wasn't hers, she only knew me as the abused little girl that her son was friends with. I pulled away after a while and she gave me a dejected look.
"I-I'm sorry Mrs. Cullen, but I have to go home. I have to go back I can't stay I have to leave, she's still there I can't leave her alone please", I begged "please let me go back home." My breathing was frantic and the tears started again. It was like a ton of bricks on my chest I couldn't breathe. I backed away from her to escape the suffocating feeling her proximity was causing. "Bella? Bella sweetie calm down shh, it's alright, you're alright. Just calm down and breathe." She slowly started getting closer as I continued to back away. It was getting dark and I felt my body relax without my consent and I screamed.