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An even bigger thanks to ceara1888 who has allowed me to adopt this story from her. I read it while she wrote it and hated to see her give it up. I only hope I don't disappoint with the way I go with it.

I'm so sorry this is late, but the chapter was really hard to write. I kept having to take breaks with it. Which translates into heed the warning if you have triggers. Please...

Also Jasper didn't make it to suspicious yet. This chapter went longer than I thought so that will happen in the next one.

WARNING: PHYSICAL ABUSE AND IMPLIED RAPE IN THIS CHAPTER. IT'S HALF OF BELLA'S POV SO IF YOU WANT TO SKIP THAT PART YOU CAN AND GO TO THE LAST FEW SENTENCES I UNDERSTAND.

-O-

Jasper

Things were still not going like I'd hoped they would go. I foolishly thought that Bella having to speak with me in class meant she would magically open up at other times. Yeah, that didn't happen at all. She continued to ignore my family and that included me. The only words she'd spoken in the last four days was to tell me she couldn't make it this weekend. When I'd asked why she hadn't answered.

I was at a complete loss as to what to do. I couldn't force her to talk to me and I couldn't force her to be my friend and it was killing me.

"Jasper, man I know you're hurting, but can you please reign it in. I'm about to go find the nearest fire pit."

I hadn't even realized I was projecting and quickly pulled in what I'd been sending out. "Sorry Em."

He nodded his understanding and turned back to watch the road as I went back to staring out the window.

We pulled into the garage a few minutes later and I followed Rose and Emmett into the house. As I stepped into the kitchen I saw Esme picking up her bag from the counter.

"Hey kids, how was school?"

"Fine." Emmett and Rose said together.

She smiled and then looked to me, "Jasper, I was just about to go to the grocery store to pick up some snacks for Bella for tomorrow. What do you think she'd like?"

"She's not coming." I said moving toward the doorway.

"Oh honey, I'm sorry. Did she say why?"

I shook my head and continued on toward the stairs. While Esme didn't say anything else I could still feel her eyes watching me until I disappeared out of her sight. What was harder to get away from was feeling her sadness. It followed me into my study and settled around me like a blanket.

I dropped into my desk chair and scrubbed my hands across my face before opening up my web browser. Even if Bella wasn't coming over we still had a project to do. I could do most of it and then let her decide what she wanted to keep and get rid of later.

Before I could get anything typed into a search engine there was a knock on my door.

"Come in," I said sitting back in my chair.

Carlisle pushed the door open and came in, settling in one of my other chairs.

"You doing okay, Son?" He asked.

I chuckled darkly and shook my head. "No. I just don't know what to do anymore Carlisle. She won't talk to me and I have no clue how to get her to. I'm trying so hard to be patient and bring her into our life slow and easy, but I'm gripping the end of the rope and struggling to hang on. I have this feeling that one day she's going to ignore me and I'm just going to blurt out how I feel about her and what she is to me. And I won't care who is around to hear me."

He watched me, sadness and sympathy pouring off him in waves.

"Is this my punishment?" I asked suddenly.

"Your punishment?" He asked in confusion. "For what?"

"My past. The things I did and all the people I killed."

"Jasper, no. Son, you've made amends for that time already, by leaving that place behind and starting over. You are a good man. Things will work out with Bella. I don't know when or how, but I know they will because you deserve to be happy."

"But she hates me."

"She doesn't hate you. There is a reason she doesn't talk to anyone. We just have to figure out what that reason is and then go from there."

"And if we never find out the reason?"

"Then we get her away from the public and you can blurt it out." He said smiling slightly. I cracked a smile as well, but then Carlisle continued. "In all seriousness though, you just have to give it a little more time. Bella will eventually see that you aren't going away and will start to talk to you."

"Do you think that might be the problem? That she's afraid to get close to someone and take the chance that they'll leave her like her mom did."

"It's possible. Why don't you show her that you aren't going anywhere."

"What do you mean?"

"She's not coming over here right?" He asked and at my nod he continued. "Well, why don't you go over there? Take the things you've found for your project to her. It's a big part of both of your grades and she can't fault you for wanting to get it done."

"Well, what if she doesn't let me in?"

"Then she doesn't, but the most important thing is that you were there."

I thought a minute before nodding. "Alright. It's all I can do for right now."

He smiled and pushed up out of his chair. "I'll leave you to get your research together then."

"Thanks Carlisle." I said and sent him my gratitude.

"You're welcome, Jasper."

I waited until he'd shut my study door behind him before going back to the computer, working for just over an hour. Once I had everything, Bella would need, printed out I grabbed a new folder from my bottom drawer and slid everything inside.

Leaving it on my desk I went in search of Emmett. A good hunt would help to clear up some of the frustration I was feeling at the whole situation, plus he was always up for a good wrestling match which would take even more away.

I just hoped that I wouldn't need the same thing tomorrow night.

-O-

Bella

The walk home was always miserable. It was usually cold and rainy, but today my feelings had just added to it. I knew Jasper was upset when I told him I couldn't come over tomorrow, but there was just no way. Dad would have never allowed it and if I defied him and went any way...God, I don't even want to think about what would happen then. I was also pretty sure not even giving Jasper an excuse hadn't helped, but I hadn't thought of a good enough reason. So, to me the best thing was not saying anything at all.

Of course, I'd caught the look on his face before I'd left the classroom and it had only made me feel worse and guilty. This project wasn't just about me. If I failed he failed and that would mess up his grades. He'd probably stop trying to talk to me then and I wouldn't have to worry anymore though.

I shook my head to clear that thought. No, I couldn't sabotage him. He was a senior and needed to pass the class.

I sighed knowing nothing good would come out of this project either way and finished up my walk. I didn't really want to think about it anymore right now.

As I turned onto my street I glanced up and stopped dead in my tracks.

No, no, no. Why was he home early? Nothing good ever came from him being home early. Hell, who was I kidding, nothing good ever came from him being home at all. But early, meant a bad day at work. A bad day at work meant a bad night for me.

I wish I could stand here all night, but I knew if I wasn't walking in that door in the next five minutes, he would come looking for me. That would just make everything worse.

I stood there for a few more seconds before I could get my feet to move and walked as slowly as I could to the house, up the front steps, and into the house.

As soon as the door shut behind me I heard, "About fucking time you got your ass home. Get in here now."

I set my bag down in the hallway and moved toward the kitchen, finding dad sitting at the kitchen table.

He looked up as I stopped in the doorway and smiled that smile I hated. It told me all about what was to come and that he knew there was nothing I could do about it.

"Come sit here, baby." He said patting his knee.

I suppressed the gag and shudder as I moved to do what he said. Perching on the edge of his knee I had to swallow quickly to keep from throwing up as his arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me against him.

"That's better," He said. "Now, I'm going away this weekend. You will be keeping your ass here at the house and to make sure you do, I've brought you a little gift."

My eyes cut to the table and I saw a bracelet lying on top of it along with a small padlock.

"Hold out your wrist." I did what he said and as he snapped it into place he said, "I got this from a friend up in Port Angeles. It's got a small tracking device in it. I'll be able to keep track of where you are at all times. It's that wonderful?" When I didn't answer right away my head was jerked back by my hair. "I asked you a fucking question."

"Yes, it's wonderful." I said quickly as I fought back tears from the pain in my scalp.

"Good girl, now give daddy a kiss for your present."

I swallowed again and closed my eyes as I turned my head. Thankfully, it was brief and then he was shoving me off his lap. I slammed into the counter, jamming my pinkie when I tried to catch myself. It hurt like hell and just by looking at it I knew it was broken.

Again I fought back the tears. He hated it if I cried and I didn't want to piss him off more.

"Now come here so I can show you what you can eat while I'm gone."

I moved over to the refrigerator as he opened the door. My eyes took in the top two shelves quickly before settling on the bottom shelf and my food until he came home. There was eight slices of bread, four slices of cheese, and nothing else. It wasn't much, but there was nothing I could do about it.

Everything else was labeled with the exact amount. The milk and juice had a line drawn around the jugs. As did the condiments. Each jar with pickles and things like that had a number written on the front showing the amount.

I looked toward the counter and noticed the bread also had a number written on the bag and as dad shut the door of the fridge there was a paper with exactly how many cans of food there were in the cabinet.

"You can have water to drink, but nothing else. Can't have you getting fat now can we?"

"No sir," I whispered.

"Good. I'm going to pack and then I'm leaving. You do whatever."

I watched as he left the kitchen and then breathed a sigh of relief. However, my relief was short-lived.

"Get your ass up here now." I heard minutes later.

I cringed at the anger behind the words and moved toward the stairs, going up and into Dad's bedroom. He was standing in front of the closet, his bag open on the bed.

"Come here." He snarled when I made the mistake of stopping just inside the doorway.

I moved quickly around the bed and his hand came up, gripping the back of my neck and jerking me to stand in front of him.

"I was hunting my blue shirt. You want to tell me where it is." My mind quickly filtered through to when I saw it last only to stop on the worse possible place. "Well?" He asked giving me a shake.

"It's in the washing machine." I whispered.

"Excuse me?"

"It's in the washing machine." I said just a tad louder.

He muttered in disgust and threw me to the floor. "You are such a worthless sack of bones. I don't know why I even bother keeping you around. I mean how hard is it to keep my things clean and hanging in my closet until I need them."

"I'm sor-"

I was cut off by a boot to the stomach and then he continued to kick me as he hissed, "I didn't ask for your fucking apology you little whore. I give you everything and how do you repay me? By doing stupid shit like this. God, you're useless."

His hand wound in my hair, pulling me back to my feet and that smile was back. "Well, you aren't completely useless." He said before pushing me back onto the bed.

My eyes closed and as I heard his zipper lower I went to that place where I didn't have to feel anymore pain.

Hours passed, if the darkness outside was any indication, before I came back to the bedroom. Thankfully, dad was gone as was his bag.

Pushing myself up I winced when I put pressure on my hand. I took a minute to breathe through the pain and then slowly stood. More pain shot through my body and again I had to take deep breaths.

I moved slowly as I retrieved my jeans and underwear before making my way down the hallway to the bathroom. I turned the water on as hot as it would go and then stripped off the rest of my clothes.

Stepping inside the shower I let the water burn my skin, knowing it was the only way to get the feel of him off me. I ignored the pink tinge to the water as it went down the drain.

When the water was clear I grabbed a washcloth and the soap. As I scrubbed every last inch of myself I prayed that God would have mercy on me soon and just let me die.

-O-

Who needs a hug? Tequila? Chocolate? I have all three so just let me know. Not much more I promise. Two more chapters of bad stuff and then Bella is out of there.

Up next: Jasper gets suspicious and a bad Sunday night for Bella.