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Chapter Eleven

JPOV(CDM)

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

"I want my son back! Everything will be different now, I've changed."

"Get the fuck out of here Tom. I'm not your son either. I'm my mother's fucking bastard."

"Jasper-"

"Don't. Don't even say my name. Get out of here before I kill you."

When I woke up with cold sweats, I rushed down from the attic to the bathroom on the second floor. My head was spinning with a bad headache from too much Jack yesterday. I made it to the toilet in time to throw up the contents of my stomach, which wasn't much, and then I just sat on the bathroom floor.

"We're just gonna go for a drive okay Baby?" my mom smiled, but I could see the tears in her eyes and hear the quiver in her voice.

"Okay momma!" my small self agreed.

Hand-in-hand at three in the morning, we snuck out of our shitty apartment and drove away in the hopes of never coming back. That was the first time we tried to get away-but he found us. And he brainwashed her into coming home. Into going back to how it was before.

"Momma loves you," she would whisper to me when she was trying to put me to sleep after one of their fights. "I love you so much Baby."

In the dark against the cold white tile of the bathroom, I rested against the wall and let myself think of all the things I had been fighting out of my head.

"Jasper! Rose! Let's go please!" mom called us from the pool, there was something different in her voice but of course I couldn't tell what it was at the time. Without a towel or changing of clothes we were in the backseat of her car as quick as possible but he showed up and shoved her against the car. He found us. Again. I told Rosalie to close her eyes and all the bad stuff would go away. I told her that I wouldn't let him hurt her and he didn't.

Mom managed to get him away and she started driving. I don't even think she knew what she was doing but she was aware of him following us. The weather started getting back and she was too upset. I wish things would've happened differently.

"I love you so much Baby," I could hear my mother's sweet voice murmuring to me.

At this point I crumbled against the wall and sobbed silently to myself. I cried for her death, I cried for my childhood, I cried for Rose, I cried for Esme and I cried because of my anger. I hugged my knees to my chest as I sobbed. I could feel my shoulders shake and my throat ache from fighting back the noise so I wouldn't wake anyone.

Suddenly the door opened and Bella walked in. She didn't look startled to see me so I assumed she could hear me. I didn't move from where I was as she walked toward with shaky hands. She took a seat next to me on the floor and wrapped her arms around me, sort of pulling my body into hers.

"It's okay," she whispered. "He can't hurt you any more. He's gone."

Even though I didn't believe her, I took comfort in her words and just continued to cry into her until I could get a grip.

BPOV(CDM)

It was heartbreaking watching someone like Jasper, who seemed so strong, fall apart like this. I could never begin to understand what he has been through. After the brief explanation I got from Esme and Rose yesterday, I can understand he didn't have a nice childhood around his father. I hugged him close to my chest and rubbed the back of his neck and let my fingers play with his hair. My fingers were shaking the whole time and my heart wouldn't stop racing but I pushed every little fear out of my body because I knew that wasn't important right now. He was.

I heard him start to sniffle and I could tell he was done. He pulled himself back together and I could see in his eyes this wasn't going to happen again. The strength and conviction was something I envied because every night I fight the tears that haunt me, and I wished I could just make them stop.

"Are you okay?" I whispered.

He nodded. "Yes. Thank you."

I nodded and looked down at my hands. We were still sitting next to each other with my side touching his. This was the closest I had been to him since our almost kiss, and I couldn't help the butterflies in my stomach.

"Do you want to talk about it?" my voice quivered.

"No." he said almost sharply.

I bit my lip and continued to look in my lap. Then I heard him let out a heavy sigh.

"I'm sorry Bella. I… I didn't mean to sound so angry. I just don't like people seeing me like that…" I could hear the sincerity in his voice which made it seem better because he isn't one to apologize either.

"It's okay," I told him, this time looking into his blue eyes.

I watched his hands grip into fists. "No, it's not. Bella, I'm always so rude to you and you don't deserve it. I really don't mean to be… and the more I am the more I see myself like my dad. Like the fucker he is."

I put my hand over his fist and shook my head. "Jasper, you're not. You need to realize how amazing you are. You are so considerate and polite. I think you're one of the only people who really tries to take my feelings into consideration. I don't know who your dad is or what he has done but from Rose said… he seems like a horrible person and I know you. You could never be horrible. You just can't."

Jasper looked down to the ground and sighed. "Do you know what time it is?"

I shrugged. "It was three-thirty when I woke up."

"Would you like something to eat?" he asked. "I'm a bit hungover but surprisingly I'm starving."

I smiled slightly, "Sure I could eat something."

He stood and held out his hand to help me up. I took it gladly. I watched him look down at his black jeans and sigh. "I just passed out, didn't I?"

"I don't really know," I told him. "I was with Rose in the kitchen when you came home. Alice found you and brought you back here. Peter helped you in the house and you didn't say much, except-"

I stopped short because I knew if he couldn't remember he would feel bad about being reminded of it.

"I said something to Esme… I remember saying something to her. I'm pretty sure it was horrible…" he murmured.

I nodded. "You told Esme that it was her fault Tom showed up and caused problems. And you told her that you should never have come here...She knows you didn't mean it though."

Jasper was quiet for a minute. "I did mean it. At the time I did… I'll need to talk to her later today… That was horrible to say."

"She loves you, she'll forgive you… Anyway Peter took you upstairs and we didn't hear anything after that. He came down an hour later though. So you two must've talked about something."

Jasper nodded as we walked down the stairs. "He remembered to help me out my shirt which I'm grateful for."

He must've noticed my quizzical look because he semi smiled rubbed his chest. "Sleeping in shirts reminds me of being in hospitals, the way they stick to me in my sleep. They feel like grimy bedsheets and thin hospital gowns."

After I thought about it, I understood what he meant. I nodded, "he's your best friend. He must know all those little things."

"Peter and I go way back," Jasper said as he turned the lights on in the kitchen. "I'm gonna grab a change of clothes from the laundry room, I'll be right back."

"Okay," I agreed.

I went to cupboard quickly while he was gone and grabbed a tylenol for him and glass of water, before I went and sat down on one of the bar stools. When he emerged from the laundry room he was dressed in sweatpants that rested low on his hips and nothing else. In the light I could see him much better, I could see his sculpted muscular chest and I noticed a long pink scar across his torso, that didn't look that old.

"Sorry… I'm over heating…" he said as he looked down at the water and pills. "Is this for me?"

I nodded quietly. "I thought you probably have a bad headache. I thought it might help."

"Thank you," he smiled slightly. "I don't normally drink that much…"

"Some people need help finding an escape."

He chuckled surprisingly. "I don't think I've ever met someone quite like you."

I couldn't help the faint blush that rose to my cheeks at the slight compliment. "What's for breakfast?" I smiled in response.

"I can cook anything you like," Jasper said. "I used to work at a diner, close to Peter's house in Seattle when I was sixteen. I thought it was a good time to learn how to cook."

"Well then," I teased. "Can I have two eggs over easy with toast?"

"Not much of a sweet tooth?" he asked as he went to the fridge.

"Not in the morning," I told him as I watched him retrieve eggs and bread. Jasper reached down and grabbed a frying pan and as he stood back up and lit the stove, I saw them. His scars. They covered his back, little pink and white three inch scars. I couldn't help the gasp that came out of my mouth because they looked so painful.

"They aren't pretty are they," he commented. He must've heard me. "Don't worry they weren't all from my dad. The smaller ones are from the car accident."

As he said this, he turned to face me so they were out of sight. I looked down at the counter before looking at him. "I didn't mean to gasp… It's just… I never would've expected you to have something like that."

"It's okay, I'm used to it." He said.

"I didn't know you were in a car accident…" I stuttered.

He actually looked a little surprised to hear me say that. "Rose never told you guys?"

"If something ever involved you, we didn't know about it. I mean we knew you meant the world to her but we never understood why because we barely knew anything about you. She is very secretive...about you."

Jasper smiled to himself as he crossed his arms over his chest but it fell to a frown. "As appreciative as I am for that, I know how many problems that has caused for her with Ali."

I nodded. "Ali doesn't mean to be so horrible to Rose about all of that, but she really loves her. I mean Ali has always had a little thing for Rose even before… She doesn't blame you or Rose. She's just so caring and when she can't help, it frustrates her."

"Rosie understands my privacy. I mean when I was eight I was in and out of therapy when my mom died. I hated people asking me questions and knowing my business. She was too for a while. Esme put her in it, she hated it. That's why Rose refused to go after the rape. She knew it wouldn't help with anything." Jasper told me. "You said over easy right?"

I nodded. "Yes, I did… I didn't like it either. Having to talk to strangers about my problems… I hated it. I tried talking to Rose but I was scared it hurt her and I knew Ali never really knew what to say, so I just started keeping a diary. I find it easier to write it down because I can barely talk anyway sometimes."

"You've gotten a lot better though," Jasper said as he cracked the eggs into a pan. "You barely liked talking to me when I met you."

I watched him go over to the toaster with the bread and put in four slices. I got out of my chair and went to the fridge to grab some juice. I didn't know what to say any more. I could tell Jasper wanted to talk and all I wanted to do was listen because I didn't know if what I said upset him or not. He's so cryptic and yet open, it must be hard for him.

"I'm sorry," he said. "About everything, and this morning. I'm really ruining everything."

"You're not. Seriously this place was going to hell long before you got here."

"In either case, I made it worse." He told me as he set my plate of eggs and toast in front of me. "Would you like ketchup and butter?"

"Yes, please." I smiled lightly.

He followed suit with his breakfast before taking a seat next to me. "Is it okay?"

"It's great," I smiled. "Thank you ."

"You're welcome," he nodded.

"Is… is that how your mom died?" I asked. "The car accident?"

He nodded, "Yeah. There was a storm and we hit a semi, which sent us into a ditch. Doctors told me she died on impact. Rose would've been crippled if I hadn't pulled her to me when it happened. I blame my dad but of course it's stupid. We were running away from him when it happened. My mom loved my dad for some reason even though he was monster. We had been away from him for a couple months and Rose and I were at the pool at our apartments. He showed up and mom panicked. Thats why my scars are so bad. I was shirtless and landed on all the shattered glass."

I reached out hesitantly and placed my hand on his warm shoulder. I felt his eyes on me as my fingers moved down his back, feeling some of the bumps. My hands were shaking as I pulled away and looked him in the eye. "I'm sorry about your mom."

"Thank you," he whispered.

Then we ate our breakfast in silence. It was comfortable, not awkward like usual, and I realized how much I missed it. Silence isn't something I got often and when I did it wasn't peaceful. It was terrifying. When we were done, Jasper did the dishes quickly and retrieved a shirt.

"It's only five thirty, do you want to watch a movie? Or go back to sleep?" he asked me.

I smiled. "We can watch a movie, but I might fall asleep."

"That's fine with me," he chuckled. "I feel bad about keeping you up."

"Don't worry about it."

JPOV(CDM)

Bella picked Taxi to watch with Jimmy Fallon, which was fine by me. I think a comedy was more suitable than anything for a distraction. We took the love seat in front of the TV and Bella sat with her back against the arm rest and her knees bent, attempting to stretch her legs without touching me. She started to giggle right away and I couldn't fight the smile that came to my lips at the sound.

Blindly watch the movie I couldn't help but think about what I just did this morning. I can't believe I told her all of that. I don't know what got into me, I have never felt so compelled to tell anyone any of that. It frustrates me that she found me this morning and that I just gave in like that. I'm supposed to be strong than that. I shouldn't have to act like that. It's all in the past, it happened and I can't do anything about it.

I felt Bella looking at me so turned my head and forced a smile. "You okay?" I asked.

She nodded, "Are you?"

"I'm getting there," I nodded.

She nodded again and went back to watching the movie. Eventually she fell asleep and I pulled her legs into my lap carefully, so she wasn't curled up in a ball. I covered her with a blanket so she wouldn't get cold and just rested my head back. She's nothing to me, she isn't important. She doesn't need to know anymore. Don't screw this up any more than you have. She's just a little girl who's scared shitless. I kept telling myself, trying to get her out of my system but deep in my heart I knew everything I was thinking was a lie. Somehow she has become something important to me, and I care so much about her. If someone so much as gave her a bad look, I think I'd kill them.

I looked down at her sleeping face and just prayed that she would have a better life than what was given to her so far. She was an angel sent from God who was damaged by the devil. After a couple minutes, I heard Ali and Rose coming down the stairs and I'm sure this looked a little strange.

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