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WARNING: Nothing this chapter, but prepare yourself now for the next one.

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Jasper

"Are you headed over to Bella's house now, Sweetheart?"

I glanced up from where I was picking up my keys, off the hall table, to look at Esme as she walked out of the kitchen.

"Yeah, unless you need me to do something."

"Oh no, I just like to know where my kids are." She said giving me that smile only Esme could give.

"I'll be back in a little while then."

"Be careful."

I chuckled and nodded. Only Esme would tell a vampire to be careful.

She returned the to kitchen and I grabbed the folder with our project stuff in it before heading out to the garage. Getting into my truck I backed out into the driveway and started towards Bella's house.

Her house was on the other side of town, but, thanks to the smallness that was Forks, Washington, it only took me 10 minutes before I was turning onto her road. The driveway was empty and as I pulled to a stop I took a moment to listen for her heartbeat.

Hearing it, coming from the back of her house, I stepped out of the truck, grabbed the folder, and then quickly walked up to the front door, glancing over my shoulder when I heard a car coming down the road. I waited to see if it was turning into the driveway, but it continued on toward the mill and I lifted my hand to the door, knocking a little louder than was probably necessary.

I heard her heartbeat increase and then something break, followed by the scent of fresh blood. Lifting my hand I knocked again a little harder than before and let her know it was me.

"Bella, it's Jasper."

I waited just for a second before moving off the front porch and making my way around the house to the back door, knocking again when I heard her shuffling around inside.

I could smell her blood even more back here, but it had no affect on my blood-lust at all. I just needed to make sure she was okay.

She didn't open the door right away, so I knocked one more time and said, "Bella, I know you're there. I heard something break. Are you okay?"

She moved in my direction and then I heard her take a deep breath before the door cracked open a couple inches.

"Why are you here?" She asked her eyes taking on a look I didn't like or understand.

"I wanted to bring you this." I answered after a moment, holding up the folder.

Her eyes darted to it and then back to me. "What is it?"

"Research for our History project. You said you didn't have a computer, so I figured that I would just bring you what I found."

"Oh...ummm...thank you." Her hand came out to take the folder, but I pulled it back quickly.

"What the hell happened to your hand?" I asked seeing that her pinkie was obviously broken and she had a small cut on her palm. Her eyes got that look in them again and she didn't answer, but I wasn't about to let it go. "Bella, what happened to your hand?"

"I just tripped." She whispered.

While it was a complete possibility somehow I didn't think it was true since I hadn't heard her trip.

"My dad could look at it." I said wanting to do something.

"It's fine."

"Bella, your finger is broken. It needs to be taped up or something. And the cut may need stitches."

"The cut is fine. I just broke a glass and I can tape up my finger. I've had-" She abruptly stopped talking and that look came back.

"You've what?"

"Nothing. It will be fine. Can I have the folder now?" She asked moving her hurt hand back down and reaching out with the other one.

I couldn't help but notice the bracelet she was wearing. It was something I knew she'd never worn before and something that I wouldn't have thought she'd like. However, her likes and dislikes, went out the window as her hand touched the folder and a low humming met my ears and then noticed the small padlock on the clasp.

She was able to pull the folder from my hand in my lapse of attention and quickly tucked her arm back around the door.

"Where did you get that?" I asked.

"From my dad." She said quickly and then added. "Thanks for the research, but I need you to go now."

The door was shut in my face before I could say anything else and I just stood there staring at it for a few minutes. I sighed knowing that I would get nothing else out of her. Turning I started to go back down the stairs only to catch sight of Bella in the kitchen.

I watched her clean up her hand and then the broken glass before she moved to the refrigerator, opening it up. My brow furrowed in confusion as I took in the contents. As soon as she shut the door back I turned and jumped down the stairs, walking quickly to my truck.

I took one last glance up at the house before starting my truck up and heading home. I really needed to talk to Carlisle.

I drove a little faster than I normally would and made it home in 5 minutes. I didn't bother pulling into the garage, instead I stopped in the driveway and flew up the steps and in the front door. Esme walked out of the kitchen, but I didn't stop to say hey and moved straight up the stairs and toward Carlisle's study.

I paused briefly to knock on the door and then pushed it open before he could even tell me to come in.

"Son, what's wrong?" He asked standing up immediately.

"Why would a bracelet hum?" He sat back down slowly, confusion clear in his emotions and I figured I needed to elaborate. "I went over to Bella's and I'm just even more frustrated and confused."

"About what?"

"Well, for one she was terrified."

"You can feel her emotions now?"

"No it was her eyes. As soon as she saw me fear and terror seemed to just cloud them over."

"Do you think it's because of you?"

"No...yes...I don't know. Maybe I've been trying too hard and just finally succeeded in scaring her by showing up at her house out of the blue."

He looked at me in pity and I hated it. Thankfully, he didn't say anything, instead asking, "What else happened?"

"Her pinkie is broken and she had a small cut on her palm."

"How did that happen?"

"She said she tripped and broke her finger, but I don't think she was telling the truth."

"Why do you say that?"

"I don't know, just a feeling."

"Did she have it taped up?"

"No, but she said she would do it when I told her you could look at it."

He nodded and steepled his fingers. "And the cut?"

"It was fresh. I think I startled her when I knocked on the door and she broke a glass."

"Was it deep?"

"I don't think so and she cleaned it up with some peroxide and a bandage."

"That's good. Now tell me about this bracelet. Has she wore it before?"

"Never."

"And it was humming?"

"Yeah, but low. I mean I didn't hear it until her hand was close to me. And it had a padlock on the clasp."

He sat back in his chair and seemed to lose himself in his thoughts. His emotions were swirling between confusion and worry and it took him 10 minutes before he spoke again.

"How big was the bracelet?"

"About an inch and a half wide and a quarter of an inch thick."

"Did it have something coming out of it? Like a box type thing?"

"No, but it was in squares. Do you know why it was humming?"

"I don't know. I've had a few people come into the ER before and their bracelets hummed a little..."

"And?" I asked when he trailed off.

"It was people that were on house arrest. It was a tracking bracelet they had on."

"But Bella wouldn't have one of those, plus I've seen that kind of stuff. They're usually black and worn around the ankle."

"I know. That's why I don't really have a guess on hers."

"Same here, but that wasn't the weirdest thing, Carlisle."

"What?"

"After she told me I had to go I stood on her back porch for a minute. When I went to leave I could see her through the kitchen window. I watched her clean her hand and the broken glass and then she opened the refrigerator..."

It was his turn to prompt me when I trailed off. "And?"

"The things in there were marked."

"Marked how?"

"With markers, showing how much was in something. Like the milk had a line around where it was in the jug."

"Okay, that's weird. Was her father there?"

"No."

"I think we need to talk to Charlie and see what he thinks. We know something isn't right, but what you've told me just adds to it."

"Will you call him now please?"

He nodded and reached for his phone. It rang twice and then was picked up.

"Forks Police Department, how may I help you?"

"Shelley, it's Dr. Cullen. Is Charlie in?"

"Oh, Dr. Cullen, no he's not. He's out of town until Monday morning."

"Is there a way to reach him before then?"

"I'm sorry no. He was going on a fishing trip and doesn't have service. Can someone else help you?"

"I'd rather speak to Charlie. Can you have him call me Monday morning or if he checks in before then?"

"Of course, Dr. Cullen."

"Thank you, Shelly."

Carlisle hung up after saying goodbye and set his phone down.

"What do we do now?" I asked.

"We wait for Charlie. I think I can convince him to go check on her Monday."

I sighed knowing there wasn't much more we could do until then. Something wasn't right though and hopefully Monday we'd be able to find out exactly what was going on.

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Up next: We get Bella out of that house, but not before things go from bad to worse.