BPOV

Caius always wanted a child. I guess that was why he didn't kill me and Jasper that night. He say us as people who can give him that child. My mother and father may not have been old, but they were at a less chance at conceving.

He believed that we were lovers, that was why we were sleeping on the floor together that night. He had locked us in our little room with one bed and one blanket. That was it. He had left, saying, "let your horny teenage selfs have fun."

Me and Jasper spent that night and two more with no words between us. We were scared, shocked, and confused.

A week later, Caius came into our tiny room. He was wearing a mask of a woman, covering his face. He said what he looks like could hurt us. We believed him, just listening to his voice. It sounded like windchimes, peaceful, the opposite from his personality.

He demanded that we made him a child, to love and care for. He yelled at us and explained what he wanted, and then he left. Me and Jasper just looked at each other. We never saw each other in the lover way, we thought we couldn't do it.

A month later, Caius came in again. He looked like he could poop out a bird. He started to yell in our tiny room about how'd he'd kill us if we didn't have sex, and now. And he wanted to hear it.

Once he left the room, Jasper threw me on the bed. "I'm gonna hate myself to do this," he whispered in my ear. I nodded.

"Just no kissing, kay?"

That time was our first. The first time is supposed to be with the one you love. I love Jasper, but not in that sense. When he thrusted into me, I cryed. Jasper whipped away my tears, saying he was sorry. I shushed him, and reminded him that we needed to be loud.

I think that was our favorite part. We made it fun but over-exdragerating the moans and groans. I'd even scream his name.

Caius was always happy after he heard that.

Sick pervert.

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When we told Caius, he was overjoyed. He laughed, for the first time, with joy.

Jasper sat next to me, just holding my hand. Later that night, before we went to bed, Jasper looked like he wanted to kill someone.

"Jazz, what's wrong?"

"Bella, you're pregnant. I just hate that I did that to you. What if you don't make it?"

I turned away from Jasper, and signed. "You shouldn't think like that. Of course I'll make it."

"Bella! He can't get you to a doctor, nor is he a doctor! We'll never know if something is wrong with you or the baby."

I looked him straight in his sad blue eyes and whispered, "It won't even be ours Jasper, it'll be his. Why do you care?"

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Jasper wouldn't speak after that. He'd stay quiet at all times, hardly seeing anyone. His eyes were always hazed over. He'd hold my hair when I vomited, cleaned up my face when I'd cry, hold me when I slept. He'd speak only to tell Caius my carvings.

Caius made sure I had everything I needed. The baby was his main concern, but I was attached to that, so I was at the moment. So one day, I decided to test his limits.

I knocked on his personal room's door, and heard his slow, heavy footsteps get closer. I backed away from the door, so he could enter the hallway. Me and Jasper have never been in his room, let alone see it.

His mask was on. It wasn't a theatical mask, or a ski mask. You could say it was a mix of the two. It was black, and only covered his face. His hair, never tamed, showed.

All you ever saw of him was his hair and his body.

I told Jasper of what I was doing. He just looked at me and said nothing. I knew he wanted to do this to, but I wasn't sure Caius would say yes. I believed he'd give me anything, for the baby's sake. But for Jasper's happiness, I'm not sure.

Even though I'm sure he's happy Jasper has shut up.

"What do you want?" his voice was gravel skipping on the tar street.

I smiled, squaring my shoulders. I could do this, I thought.

"What do you want? I'm busy."

I rolled my eyes. He's never busy, I thought.

Suddenly, I felt a strong stinging to my cheek. I stepped backwards from the power, holding my cheek. I looked up to see his dull brown eyes, like mine. I glared at him as I spit blood on the floor.

"Me and Jasper want to write. To them."

"And possibly could you say? An evil man has kidnapped us and I'm having a baby with my best friend. Come help me!" He put on a bad imperession of a valley girl voice. I saw Jasper appear at our doorway.

I glared into his eyes. "No. We want to ressure them that we're okay. There will be nothing about you, where we are, and the baby. Is that okay?"

He closed his eyes. "And what if I say no?"

I walked up to him, pressing myself to his side. I felt a budge in his pants grow hard. Put my lips to his ear and whispered, "I'd have to kill this little thing in me that you want to so bad."

In my haste to leave, I looked back to see him nodd.

EPOV.

School was the worst. Freshman year just sucks Emmett's balls. Thank God it's almost over.

Everyday, I imagine if it'd be better if Bella and Jasper were here with us. They'd make us smile with their witts and jokes.

Me and Alice waited for Esme to pick us up at the curb of Fork's High. We were silent, Mike came and tryed to talk to Alice. She just looked at him with her piercing jade eyes, and he left.

Emmett usually stood with us, but since him and Rose got together last weekend, he's been riding home with her.

Finally Esme came, smiling as always. We knew she hated to see us sulking, and usually dealt with it. She understood the pain, she loved those two.

The ride home was unusually quiet : Esme always asked how our day was. This time, there was none.

She pulled into our garage, and we saw dad's car home. I thought he was working the late shift. Esme looked at me and Alice, in the backseat, and signed.

"There's mail inside for you two. There's no return address, and me and your father have already looked at them. It doesn't take a rocketsciencist to figure out who they are from. If this is going to dig you two into a deeper whole of depression, I don't want you to read them. We'll keep them until you want to read them, if that's how you want this to go."

Alice was the first to explode, as always. "You read them!"

Esme shook her head, "Darling, no. Me and Carlisle just looked at the writing. They're in the kitchen -"

Before Esme could finish, I leap out of the car, racing to the kitchen. There were two letters sitting on the table, browned at the edges. The one with my name on it was opened, along with Alice's. I took it and ran up the stairs, just as Alice entered the kitchen.

I slammed my door shut and turned on my radio, Escape the Fate coming on through my speakers. I hit the next button, and realized this was the mix CD Alice made for me last month. Halestorm came on, and I decided this was a good enough song for my reading.

I laid down on my bed and took the letter out. The paper was browned also, the pen's ink a bright navy blue.

"I tell myself that you're no good for me
I wish you well, but desire never leaves
I could fight this til the end
But maybe I don't want to win"

The soft melody of her voice mixed with the singer's, and I just looked at the letter. Could I really read it? What would it hold?

"I don't wanna be saved
I don't wanna be sober
I want you on my mind
In my dreams behind these eyes
And I won't wake up
No not this time."

I pictured Bella in my mind, she was smiling. I knew whatever she said in this letter I had to read. I had to, for her.

Edward,

It's been a year and a half. I hope you are getting over this, and you can get some closure from this letter. That's why I had to write to you. You needed to know I was alive. I saw it in your eyes, all those times you were on TV.

Yes, I was watching.

Jasper is here with me, if you must know. He's kept me sane. I made him realize he loved Alice just six months ago, I felt proud. He knows how much I care about you.

Edward Anthony Cullen, I'm helplessly in love with you.

If he was here write now, reading this while I wrote to you, he'd laugh. He'd call me a love-sick fool, tell me to get over myself.

He'd tell me to go make a baby with Jasper with that emotion.

Edward, I don't know if I'll make it out alive. I just hope to God that Jasper does. He's my best friend, forever will be. That's it. You'll always be that man that I love, forever. I wanted to put a return address, so you could come find me, come love me. But he's not allowing any of that.

He's using me and Jasper for something that you don't want to know.

And if he kills me in the process, I want you to know I love you.

If you can, come find me. I'll be waiting, forever.

There, her letter ended. But there was more. I saw Jasper's messy handwriting under hers.

Edds,

I can't express everything in writing like Bella can. But I can tell you I am and will always take care of her, for you. I want you to take care of Alice, for me.

And with that, it was over.

End Author's Note :

Crazy stuff, isn't it? If you couldn't figure it out, at the end, it's about May of their freshman year, and Bella is six months pregnant. Woahs. Next chapter is going to be september, a full two years, everyone will be sixteen and Bella will be un-pregnant. What will happen to the baby?

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