Ok, when I posted Chapter 3 I had planned on it being a joke about quitting the story. I am sorry if I overly offended anyone with my quitting of it. I had intended to continue and post the next chapter later tonight. Just to reassure you, the story will be continuing but I cannot promise rapid updates. I have a few other things I have been working on and have truly lost my muse with several of the stories I was working on.

Also, not that the bad reviews weren't deserved, but there were some very acidic comments left. I am positive that I did not enjoy them and I am sure that anyone else who had recieved it would have felt the same. A good review or a bad review is always nice because it lets the author know that they are reading. However, being down right rude to an author on here should be unacceptable. I won't say anything else on the matter, but I was offended. I deserved it, but was offended none the less.

So, I hope if you don't hate the story (despite what you think of me) that you will continue reading. Enjoy the chapter.

As always, thank you to my amazing beta and friend Catherine (dollybigmama). You fix everything up and keep me in line. You rock and I wish that you would move in with me and be my therapist.

Again, I do apologize for my joke. I have a nasty sense of humour and I took it too far. It was impolite of me to offer you a story and then take it away. I do regret it now and hope that you won't hold it against me or any of my stories.

Saved

Chapter 4

"Save me?" I looked at him incredulously. He had to be kidding me. There was no hope for me. The only thing I had left to do was to pull my life back together. To stitch the pieces of my broken self into one whole piece. Who was I kidding? That would never happen. Like a puzzle I may be able to put my life into some semblance or order, but without the missing piece it would always be incomplete. "What are you really doing here?"

"Alice called. Edward asked for her to not watch out for your future, but it was too difficult for her. She kept getting glimpses and when she saw this she called me to watch out for you." He said quietly.

That was something else entirely. I looked to Alice as my sister, as my best friend. Her desertion almost hurt worse than Edwards. At least he took the time to say goodbye. No matter what he said to me in the forest I wouldn't believe that Alice would leave without a farewell unless she really didn't want to say goodbye.

"Jasper, this is just ridiculous. You need to just leave me be. How else will I move on if you are around me?" I could feel the anger flowing in waves now. "I look at you and I see him. Your skin, your smell, your eyes. For Christs sake we had to sell our house because it held to many memories. Charlie had to sell my car because I refused to drive it! Have I not suffered enough because of your family?"

I didn't care that my voice had reached an angry peak and passengers were starting to stare. I needed to get my point across. I needed him to understand.

"Isabella," he said sternly. "Do everyone a courtesy and lower your voice. What we did was wrong. We should not have left you because of Edward. I cannot take back what I have done to you and neither can my family. It's up to you whether or not you give us a chance, but either way in a few hours when we land there will be a welcoming committee waiting for us like you wouldn't believe."

As much as the idea of actually seeing them excited me, I knew I wasn't ready for it. "Jasper, I don't think I can. As much as I would like to see everyone, I just don't think I can do it."

He looked at me, understanding echoed in the depths of his eyes. "I understand, truly I do. But give us a chance. We won't bring him up and you won't have to see him. Just give us this chance. You have a years worth of time to travel. Just give some of that time to us. Please?'

"OK, but the minute it starts to fall apart I'm gone. Do you understand?" I was determined to be firm on this.

"Deal. Now, have you seen this movie? I honestly don't think that Will Farrell is that funny."

I looked at him for a second. It almost sounded like he was speaking a foreign language. "What are you talking about?"

He laughed, it was deep and hearty. "The movie. Talladega Nights. You know, the one that's playing on the screen in front of you."

I watched a few minutes of the racing comedy and found it to be humorous, but in my current mood I couldn't bring myself to let go and just laugh.

"So, you don't want to talk about the movie. I want you to tell me about your life. All of it, your childhood, your school experiences and your plans for the future." He said probing me for information.

"Jasper, why do you want to know this?" It was actually a boring tale up until my junior year of high school and he knew what happened beyond that.

"Truthfully, it helps me relax and not think about slaughtering everyone on board. So, please indulge me. Tell me about calculus, whatever you would like. Just talk."

"Well, you know my mother, Renee. She is just a grown up child. She met Charlie when she was young, married him, and had me too much longer. They tried to make their marriage work, but the truth was that my dad was just to settled for her. She still wanted to have a life. She wanted to live somewhere exciting, she wanted to have an adventurous life. She couldn't do those things with a cop who lived in a small lumber town. So, we left."

I remembered the day clearly. My mom had packed our stuff and left a note for my dad on the table. It gave the information for her lawyer and the number of where we would be staying. Underneath the note she had set divorce papers. We left a few hours before he got home. I remembered driving through the rain soaked town, saddened at our leaving.

"After that I took care of my mom. She is hair brained, is always hatching some idea in her brain, she does before she thinks, and the truth is that I think she is selfish. She left the parenting role up to me." I didn't mean for that bit to slip out.

"So you resent her?" He asked quietly. "Thats what I'm picking up off of you."

I sighed heavily. "Yes, but no." I hated admitting to this. "I used to not resent her, but after all of you left I started to. If it wasn't for her not wanting to leave Phil I would have stayed in Arizona. I would have finished high school and gone to college just like any other kid. I would have partied and stayed out at all hours of the night." I laughed, well I might not have done those things. "If she would have stayed I wouldn't have came to Forks. I wouldn't have met your family and I wouldn't be in the situation that I am now."

He didn't say anything. Jasper had never been the talker in the Cullen household. That role was always left up to Alice, who flitted from room to room drawing everyone into her conversation. Or it would have been Esme, who would sit everyone down in the living room just to see how everyone was feeling and to talk about the day. The only other major conversationalist was Rosalie and I never got to know the sweet side of her. All I knew from her were snide remarks and cold glares. It wasn't much to build a relationship, let alone a friendship on.

"And what of your plans for the future? Outside of this trip that you have planned?" He asked while keeping his gaze centered on the seat in front of him. What did he honestly see while staring at it? Was he trying to count the number of threads or something? I'm sure with his super sensitive sight it wouldn't be an issue to count them all as well as the fibers woven into each thread.

"Well, for now I am just trying to relax and put my past behind me, but apparently you and your family have other plans for me." My tone was sarcastic and held a bit of a bite to it. I didn't mean for it to come out that way, but I was still a little angry with the whole situation.

I was trying to accept the fact that I would be seeing them in just a few hours. I knew the emotions I would feel. The hate, the hurt, but most importantly the betrayal. I knew that it would hurt to see them and that I would hurt them again. There would be no way that I would be able to talk with them and sit in the same room and not express the pain that they had caused me. Regardless of their intentions, their abandonment had hurt and hurt deeply. It wasn't something that I was likely to forget just upon seeing them.

"You know, I can feel everything that you feel. I don't need to read minds to know what you're going through. Your emotions are screaming at me of your feelings." He studied me for a moment, like one would look at a piece of art and try to figure out the meaning of it. "We all care for you and understand that this will not be easy for you."

I laughed and awarded him a smile.

"I will be there the entire time, standing next to you." His voice sounding so trustworthy and rang with honesty. I couldn't help but want to believe him.

"Promise?" I asked tentatively.

"Right there. You can even hold my hand if you like."

I giggled just thinking of holding onto his hand. The man had almost killed me months ago and now he was offering his support and reassurance.

When the plane landed he reached up and grabbed my carry one. I didn't want to unbuckle my seatbelt. The truth was that I didn't even want to get off the plane. I would be more than happy to keep myself strapped in and fly back to the States if it meant that I wouldn't have to face them all and see the disappointment in their eyes when they saw that I didn't envelop them as I once would have.

Jasper waited for the last passenger to leave the plane before he leaned across the seat and made quick work of pulling me to my feet.

I followed him, but grudgingly. I was battling with my body to put one foot in front of the other as we walked to the gate. My brain was screaming at me to run, to not put myself through this, but my traitorous heart was telling me otherwise.

Without thinking I reached for Jasper's hand and held on for dear life.

When we rounded the corner I saw the figures of the family I had once called my own. I felt the panic rise in my chest. I knew Jasper felt it because he leaned down to whisper in my ear. His hair tickling my neck and his cool breath raising goosebumps across my heated skin.

"I will make you a deal. If you smile at them when we get close I will promise not to bite you."

I could almost feel his smile. It was infectious and I found a similar one on my own when he leaned away from me.

"Well, I won't bite too hard."

A small laugh escaped my lips as we were standing in front of them. I took in each of their faces and knew I was ready to face them. They were my family, despite their actions. To think that I could just turn away from them wasn't something that I just wasn't capable of doing.

I felt their nervousness and knew realized that they were as unsure as I was.

I decided to take the first step. I stood in front of Esme and pulled her into my arms instantly. Her body, racked with dry sobs held onto me tightly.

"Welcome home sweetheart."

Her words were undeniable. They were my home and with them was were I belonged. Edward was changing my destiny when he ripped them away from me. In that instant I realized that I wouldn't be leaving and they wouldn't be running.

I was home.