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Chapter Thirteen

BPOV(CDM)

I pulled my hair out of my towel as Jasper shut the door, and I felt the air in the room change. It felt heavy and serious, and I could tell this wasn't something about Peter and Charlotte leaving tomorrow. I took a seat on the bed and looked up at Jasper who was rubbing the back of his neck.

"Is everything okay?" I asked.

"Bella there is something I need to tell you," Jasper started in a very serious tone. The same tone in which he told me about the accident. I nodded, my heart beating a mile a minute. He voice almost quivered as he went on.

"I..." he hesitated. "I've been living with Peter since my sophomore year before I dropped out of high school. And then I started working nights at a nice restaurant in Seattle. It was late when I'd start coming home. Over the summer my boss let me leave earlier than usual and one night, taking my usual shortcut home, I could hear screaming in the dark."

Oh my God… he looked up from the ground and those haunted blue eyes stared back at my brown ones. It can't be… It can't. I told myself I was being stupid. I'm dreaming, that must be it. I must be having some twisted dream again. He continued, "A girl was screaming and crying for her life. For her virtue. And when I got closer I saw a man on top of her."

He stopped like the image was too much for him to picture. In the moment, in his pause, both of us could see the alley, could smell the garbage stench.

His voice broke as he spoke again. "Bella, I wish I could've been there ten minutes earlier. Things would've been different for you. I... I was the guy who ripped him off you. I panicked when the cops came and I couldn't stand the thought of what happened to you. I left a statement and asked for anonymity. I didn't want to be tied to that. I had had enough with Rose and I didn't want to watch another girl go through that. I didn't want thanks. I didn't want anything.

'Then I came here and met you and I realized how perfect you were. You became my friend and I couldn't stand the thought of losing that so I didn't tell anyone and I hoped you didn't recognize me. But I know that you deserve the truth and so I'm telling you because I need to stop being so selfish and I can't stand keeping anymore secrets."

My heart was racing and I didn't know what to say. I didn't know what to think. I was practically hyperventilating. I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out. I pulled my knees to my chest and shook my head. This can't be happening…

"I… you?" was all that came out. Wow Bella, he's fucking waiting for something more than that. I watched him pull up his shirt and show me the fresh scar I had noticed the other day.

"If you needed further proof," he said before covering it again.

I waited a moment and let it all sink in. The tears fell down my face freely and my body shook with sadness and anger. I was mad at him for not telling me but I knew why he didn't. He shared with me his hatred for Emmett and I understood why but I felt betrayed. He was so honest with me two weeks ago and now I learn he had bigger secrets.

"How could you keep something like that from me?" I whispered. "I didn't deserve to know?"

He kneeled in front of me. "Bella, I am so sorry. I really am. It was killing me to keep it from you but I was being selfish. I'm telling you now because I know you deserve it. You deserve so much and I'm sorry for all of it."

"Thank you," I whispered. "Don't say you don't want it. You've told me that before… you told me that the first time I ever said it to you… after… it happened."

He let out a deep breath and I felt him embraced me lightly. I hugged him closer as I cried into his chest. I felt his face go to my hair and he took a deep breath before he pulled away after placing a small kiss on my forehead.

"I'm going back to Seattle tomorrow with Peter and Char," he told me. "Esme already knows I'm going and she understands that there's too much going on here."

"You're leaving because of me," I said.

"More because of myself," he replied. "I'm sorry Bella, for everything."

I watched him walk to the door and I spoke suddenly, "Who knows?"

He stopped for a second at the door, without looking at me. "Ali knows and Peter and Char. That's it. It's up to you whether you want to tell anyone else."

Then he left without looking back. Jasper Whitlock, my savior, the guy I wanted to meet since the moment I woke up in the hospital had been with me the whole time and I never knew it. Did I think it? Yes, but I thought I was just crazy. I closed my eyes and I was back in the alley. The smell of garage and rot, I could feel the sticky pavement under my palms and the ache on my arms appeared with a firm grip. The most vivid thing though was his voice, Jasper's. His voice telling me I was safe. And in my nightmares that made all the difference.

I met him and now he's leaving, and I doubt I'll be seeing him again any time soon after he leaves for Seattle. He doesn't want to see me, and that's what it comes down to.

APOV(SCC)

I stood in the hallway of the second floor, knowing what was probably going on in the bedroom at the end of the hall, and not being able to do a single thing about it. There was nothing I could say or do, nothing anyone could say or do, that would change a damn thing. It is what it is, I told myself, pacing back and forth.

The door at the end of the hallway suddenly opened, and Jasper came walking out at a brisk pace. To an outsider, I'm sure his face looked still as stone. To an outsider, I'm sure it just looked like nothing. But I knew fucking better. I could see every emotion he was hiding behind the mask, and I wasn't sure if it was for his own sake or for Bella's. I knew he would tell himself it was the latter, over and over again, but I also knew the truth. Deep down, Jasper was so hurt, so pained. And to me, his face was like a window pane. Completely see through, but impossible to get through to.

"Jasper?" I asked as he walked past me. He stopped for a minute and turned back, but his eyes failed to meet mine.

"Alice... I'm really sorry. For everything. For what that's worth." His words didn't fall into place to form a sentence, they just hung in the air. They brought on a chilled, stale feeling, like ice cream that's been in the freezer for a few too many months. I wanted to spit it out, the words made me sick with a new wave of anger at myself. Instead of just standing there, I walked to the bedroom, where Bella was sitting on the bed, sobbing.

She looked up at me through her wet eyelashes, "Ali..." She babbled quietly. Her face was pained, and her small body was shaking from the hurt.

"Aw, baby... come here." I rushed over to sit next to her, and pulled her into my lap. I held her for a while, silent, as she just cried in my arms. I was going to hold her until she could hold herself again. I wondered when that would be, she was so broken. She sniffled and pulled herself up to a sitting position.

"Ali, he doesn't want me. He doesn't want to see me anymore. He's left, and it's all because of me. Everything is my fault." Bella said, her speech forming together from her sobbing throughout it. I doubt that anyone else would be able to understand her.

"Bella, no. Don't say that. Don't tell yourself that. What happened was not your fault. None of it. So don't even think about blaming yourself, you did absolutely nothing wrong." I squeezed her hand which was now in mine.

"But, he's leaving tomorrow. And not coming back. And he chose to wait to tell me until just now." She cried.

"You know why? Because I told him not to keep it from you anymore. I didn't think it was fair, and I knew it was hurting you that you didn't know who saved you. Once I talked to him, I regretted it because I realized how awful it must have been for him as well. I didn't even consider it until afterwards. But Bella, he likes you so much. He cares about you so much. He thought it would do more damage for you than good, but I know that you are different from Rosie." I explained to her. Her crying started to slow, which made me happy.

"You really think he cares about me?" Bella asked me.

"I know he does. Why else would he plan everything out to tell you and be careful in the mean time? He only wanted the best for you, and for a while, he thought that meant not telling you." As I reassured her, I wish I would have seen this view point earlier.

"I guess you're right. You know what's crazy?" she asked again.

"What?"

"I knew it, Ali. I fucking knew it. And I doubted myself, but I had this funny feeling about him ever since the day I met him." I think my jaw dropped.

"What?" I asked, confused.

"I knew it. I knew his voice. It was all too familiar. I thought maybe I was losing my mind though, so I never said anything about it." I was totally speechless after she said this, "I'm so glad I know now, finally. It's him. It's Jasper. But now, now he will be gone. My savior, the one I owe everything to, who I care about, he's gone." Bella said, and went silent after that.

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