I don't own Twilight.
If I did, Jasper would be the main character, not Edward.
Chapter Three
JPOV
I got up and ran over to the nearest tree and punched it. It broke in half and I had to catch it before it fell. I hoisted it up above my head and threw it in the woods. I didn't feel a thing but it helped me restrain from screaming at her. Her eyes were wide and full of venomous tears that would never spill over. I stood up in front of her.
"I see you finally put clothes on," I said, motioning to her jeans and sweater. She looked down at the ground and I knew I could have been a bit nicer, but I just didn't have it in me. I loved Alice to pieces, but she cheated on me, with my brother of all people. With someone who was supposed to be her brother, too. I'm glad I found out before the wedding tomorrow.
She sighed. "I'm so sorry, Jasper. I know I hurt you, bad. What I did was wrong, and I'm sorry. I really do love you."
I laughed, but there was no humor in my voice. "Yeah, I believe that. You really love me, but you were begging for Edward to fuck you harder not even three hours ago. You really love me, but you don't fully regret what you did. You really love me, but I could feel the love pulsating in between y'all, and it was stronger than anything you ever radiated to me. You forget, Darlin', I know what you're feeling, 110% of the time. Think again, Alice, and dream up a couple more lies." My southern accent was starting to come out, and I smiled inwardly at the thought.
At that, she broke down into tearless sobs, and I looked at her in disgust. She wasn't even sorry! "You might be able to fool everyone else, but you're fake, erratic emotions aren't fooling me. I know you, Alice! I know you better than anyone else does. I know your past, I know your feelings, I know the things you love and the things you hate. I knew your trust issues before you did and I broke through them easily. I love you, but I don't have to be psychic to know your future, and it clearly isn't with me."
I got up and started to walk away. "Jasper, wait! Please, I'll do anything. Come on, we've got history. Just tell me what you want me to do." She pleaded with me.
A cold heart-ed smile touched my cold lips as I turned around to face the woman who betrayed me. "I want you to go back inside, kiss Edward until he's all better, and have fun fucking him now because I ripped his tiny little dick off. Oh, and one more thing. I want you to leave me the fuck alone. Don't ever talk to me again. I gave you everything I could, everything I had, everything I was. You threw it away like I was a piece of trash. You never cared like you said you did, like you thought you did. I should have known, should have looked past the top layers of love and lust. I should have known not to trust someone again. You're just like Maria."
I turned around and walked calmly back into the house, leaving her there pain-stricken and alone. It was the hardest thing I ever had to do. I wanted to run back and take her into my arms, tell her everything would be okay. I wanted to console her. She was my everything. How was I supposed to go on without her? I knew I did the right thing, but that didn't stop it from killing me.
I opened the door and headed straight towards the kitchen and to the stairs. I was going to pack my shit and get the hell out of here before I killed someone. I walked past Edward and he whimpered, clearly afraid. "Oh, shut the fuck up, you fucking bastard. You deserve everything you got and more." He quieted and I turned into the kitchen. Emmett was leaning up against the counter, smirking at me. "What?" I snapped.
He held his hands up in defeat. "Sorry, man! I was just enjoying the way you man-handled EdFag in there. I slapped his shoulder before continuing on to the stairs. "Where ya' going, Jas?"
I shook my head and flew up the stairs. I slammed the door on my room and flopped down on my bed. This was going to be a long ass night.
AUTHOR'S NOTE
Hey, guys! I hope you like the story so far. I know this chapter was short, but I'll make up for it in the next chapter, I promise! Hell, there may even be the story's first lemon! You never know. Reviews are very appreciated. I haven't been writing long and this is the first story I'm really committing to. So, please, let me know how I'm doing! Hate reviews are never fun, but I love constructive criticism. ( : Thanks for reading!
Love Always,
MichelleMassacre
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