Bella Tells Some & Jasper Gets Mad Some More.

Bella's POV

I will never know how long I had laid there on the forest floor until Jasper found me and took me home. But what I do know is that if you try to follow a vampire in the forest you will not only fail, obviously, but if it's cold enough you will most certainly get sick. Coming down with the flu, though completely my own fault, feels a bit like the fates kicking you whilst your already down. As a result I had to spend two weeks on bed rest, at the insistence of both Jasper and Charlie, I would have told them that they were blowing it out of proportion, if it weren't for the fact that it was the kind of flu were you can barely get out of bed because you're that weak. So Charlie and Jasper took it upon themselves to take care of me, course that would have gone a lot smoother if Charlie hadn't made the mistake of telling Renee.

So as a result when I should have been resting I spent the first two days of being sick constantly reassuring Renee that I wasn't on my death bed. That is until Jasper took over phone monitoring duties, I think with Jasper's empath gift he was not only feeling how weak I was, but my exhaustion and annoyance at being interrupted repeatedly having to reassure Renee, that I would be completely back to normal. As long as she left me the hell alone long enough to get some rest. Though I think Jasper may have took the task of ensuring I get rest a little too seriously when he bought me a cell phone, giving the number to Renee so that she could call that instead. Mercifully though cell phones has a wondrous gift that a land line will never provide. A silence button. God I love whoever came up with that idea.

Despite spending most of my time sleeping, Jasper insisted on staying with me for company's sake. So whilst I slept, Jasper read his civil war books, or doing something on his laptop. Though he refused to tell me what. Had he been Emmett, I would have thought he was looking at porn or something. When I was awake however Jasper would take my mind off of things by telling me stories mainly about the trouble he and Emmett have gotten into over the years, or rather the real feelings of the world during very memorable moments in history.

The only upside I had to being sick was that I didn't have to deal with the whole town, with the exception of Angela Weber, Jasper and Charlie, looking at me like I was some pathetic fool. Just because I felt that way doesn't mean I wanted the whole god damn town getting a kick out of it for gossip. Jessica Stanley, Lauren Mallory and their mothers were the perfect example of this. Soon as the rest of the town learned that the Cullens had left I swear that Jessica jumped on the phone like a man dying of starvation would if he saw so much as a cracker. Jessica called none-stop for three days until, miracle of miracles, she gave up. Though I highly doubt she took the truth as that, Charlie had told her countless times that I had come down with the flu but apparently almost loosing your voice isn't enough of a reason to not give Forks' very own Gossip Girl all the details into your bloody personal life.

Angela Weber on the other hand, as soon as Charlie told her that I was sick Angela came round with a container of noodle soup for me. That and homework, which isn't the most welcoming get well gift but it was either do homework at home or have the teachers with no life force me to stay behind and catch up then. This, in the long run, is the lesser of two evils. Angela and I spoke online to avoid her getting sick also, especially with her babysitting her baby brothers all the time.

(A/N: Does Angela actually have siblings? Can't remember reading about them)

Which is why I mostly spent my time in Jasper's company, after all he is the only person I know that can't actually get sick. It had taken me two weeks to be deemed fit to leave the house for longer than a few seconds, it seems that the only two men in my life that was in town I could trust were fiercely united in their common goal to protect me and my health. The first week back at school had been...well a real test of my restraint and nerves, I found myself having to count backwards from ten the first two days to avoid breaking Lauren's already fake nose in regards to some of her comments. Until I eventually learned a good trick to get through the day and not have to deal with the gossip queens of high school, functioning on auto-pilot. However there was also a crippling downside to this, whenever I switched to auto-pilot the pain in my heart made itself known, and by god is it painful. Jasper is aware of this every second that he is around me, and I can't help but admire how he has managed it.

When I first went to auto-pilot and returned home from school, to an empty house fortunately, I had to curl up on the couch and cry hysterical just for some kind of physical outlet. Though the annoying thing is, it only seemed to make the pain more intense. How f**ked up is that? Isn't crying supposed to help you sort through the emotions that are of this kind? Why was it doing the reverse for me?

At night, though knowing Jasper was outside, I was left alone to my thoughts and found myself wondering if maybe I am being punished for something. Is this my sentence for thinking that I would ever be good enough for him and his world? For being a burden and selfishly not leaving him be, just because I fell in love with him? These unanswerable questions made me cry myself silently to sleep, and into fitful dreams. Dreams where he still leaves me, all alone in that forest except in my dreams Jasper doesn't show up.

"If you don't stop with that I'm gonna go all Jessica Stanley on you and scream."

Looking up from my homework I find that Jasper is standing in the kitchen doorway with an annoyed look on his face. OK, I'm confused. I thought he was hunting this weekend?

"Thought you were going hunting?"

"Found a herd close by. Don't change the subject what is with those worthless emotions and doubt? Again?"

"Sorry. Just...keep trying to figure it why. Why didn't I see this coming? Then again I was pretty stupid to even kid myself it would last anyway."

A growl from Jasper startles me. Before I can blink my chair has been pushed back and Jasper is kneeling in front of me. Anger in his now black eyes.

"Listen to me Isabella, because I'm getting pretty pissed at the amount of times I have to tell you this. You. Are. Worth. It. Stop placing blame where blame doesn't belong. HE is the one that f**ked up. NOT you. You want to blame yourself for something Isabella, blame yourself for being so f**king compassionate. Shit you surpass Carlisle with that, and that isn't something I thought would ever or could ever happen. All you did Isabella was welcome a family of vampires into your life, loved us. Gave us a sense of our former human selves back. Something none of thought we'd ever get back. Jesus Christ, Isabella you were willing to give up your mortality for him. For your mother when you thought her life hanged in the balance. HE is the one to blame. HE is the one that was too much of a f**king coward in your relationship. Not you. Tell me please. For the love of all that is holy, tell me why you keep reverting back to this feeling of worthlessness when it isn't true?"

Tears came. I couldn't stop them. Jasper wanted to know why. It's only fair that I tell him, maybe then he will see that he is wasting his time.

"BECAUSE EDWARD PRACTICALLY CALLED ME A WORTHLESS F**KING DISTRACTION ALRIGHT!"

Did I just...yell? In anger? Said Edward's name, hell I just though it. I think that is considered a break threw. Jasper however had gone rigid. So rigid that not even an ice statue was this still.

"He. Said. What?"

I could hear the restraint being used to hold back the growl that was building in Jasper's chest. Closing my eyes I take a deep breath forcing myself to calm down, I highly doubt my new found anger was helping him right now.

"Edward said...that he was tired of pretending to be something he wasn't. That I was just a distraction, that I wasn't good enough for him. That he didn't want me, and that because of I possess a human mind I would eventually forget him. He said. Quote. It'll be like I never existed, and it will be the last time I ever see him. Course you were supposed to be included in the promise that I would never see or hear from any of you ever again."

I kept my eyes closed the entire time, I knew I wouldn't be able to tell him this otherwise. But when I eventually opened them, what I saw wasn't Jasper. I saw a true vampire before me. A very pissed vampire at that. Jasper straightens up, his jaw locked, eyes I swear they seem to have gotten darker.

"Isabella. I want you to stay in this house for the rest of the day, understand me. It will be very dangerous for you to try and follow me right now. Let me go to the forest and deal with my anger, afterwards I will come back and we'll talk some more OK."

His voice seemed off. It wasn't the honey smooth voice I was used to hearing of late. The accent of his true birth place was thick, heavy and Jasper wasn't even attempting to hide it like normal. In fact I don't even think he was aware of it. For the first time since moving to Forks, alarm bells were ringing telling me to do exactly as Jasper had ordered me to. Because that is what this was, it wasn't put in a request like Jasper would normally speak to me in when he would like me to do something. This was an order. An order that I had to follow if I valued not only our friendship, but my damn life.

"I understand Jasper. I need to make something for me and Charlie anyway."

My voice came out in a squeak. Well damn, I don't think that's ever happened before.

"Good."

I watch Jasper, transfixed, as he walks to the back door of the kitchen. Body completely rigid still, and yet also just as graceful as ever. But before he left the house, Jasper stopped and turned his head slightly, to make sure under no circumstances that I was mistaken in who he was talking to. Despite it only being the two of us in the house.

"It's Major Whitlock."

With that very confusing statement he was gone.

I must have sat there for at least...twenty minutes before I shook myself out of my shocked trance and set about making dinner for me and Charlie. I wasn't even consciously aware of what I ended up making, I just cooked. Even more shocking is that I didn't even cut myself, once.

The sound of Charlie's cruiser is what finally snapped me out of my daze, Charlie was bummed that he couldn't go hunting this weekend like he wanted to. One of his deputy's ended up breaking their leg falling off the ladder whilst decorating some room or other. As we sat down to eat, I think my face gave away that something was bothering me.

"You OK there kiddo?"

"Hmm?" I look up from my plate to see concern in Charlie's eyes. "Oh, yeah. Jasper and I talked earlier about...Edward and...some of it kinda pissed him off for lack of a better word. He had to go for a walk to calm down. Most likely walked all the way back home."

I could tell that Charlie was intrigued now.

"Really? Do I get to know what it was about?"

"Nope."

"Why not? I'm your father."

"Exactly. You'll end up going to prison for murder and put on the most wanted list for the FBI until they catch you."

A hard look came to Charlie's eyes.

"That bad?"

"That bad. The only reason I told Jasper is because I kind of...shouted it at him. Guess there is a ocean of anger hidden in me somewhere."

That made the hard look turn cold.

"Well. If someone, I won't name names, but if someone happens to need a solid alibi for whatever reason. They can count on me. Whoever it is has been here ALL night. Sleeping in the guest room."

I shook me head in disbelief.

"Subtle dad. Real subtle."

The rest of dinner was spent talking about the poker game that Charlie had with another one of his deputy's before I went up to bed. I didn't fall asleep, I just lay there, staring out the window. Wondering where Jasper was. Or Major Whitlock. It was so confusing that part. By midnight Jasper still hadn't come back, so I fall into a fitful sleep.

Sunday morning Jasper still hadn't returned. Where was he? What the hell is he doing? I spent all of Sunday finishing my homework, cleaning the house and wondering constantly where Jasper was. This went on for a whole week.

By Sunday I was starting to get very scared. No contact from him in any shape or form. Charlie had started to worry around Tuesday night, it is now Friday afternoon and he is all for putting out a missing person's report.

Returning home from school, my mind trying to figure out what the hell Jasper is doing, to no avail. I don't see that I have visitors. Until I almost hit a certain cherry red BMW. Rosalie's car. I'd know it anywhere. There she stood, Rosalie Hale and Emmett Cullen. Shooting out of my truck, and falling at the same time, typical me, I found myself however being caught by Emmett.

"I missed you Bells, but I don't want our reunion ending in a trip to the emergency room."

Placing me on my feet I stare between Emmett and Rosalie. Confusion colouring my face, whilst there was concern and confusion colouring Rosalie and Emmett's.

"OK, not that I'm not glad to see you two but what's going on? Where's Jasper?"

Rosalie is the one who answered.

"We don't know. Jasper called two Saturday's ago beyond pissed and nobody has heard from him since. I'm guessing it's the same with you. He kept rambling about Edward and something he said to you when we left...Bella. What the hell is going on?"

Oh. F**K!

"I think Charlie may need to provide that alibi after all."

A/N: Good/Bad? I did originally have a different title for this chapter, but it didn't match what I wrote. So it took me a while to come up with a more suitable title. Though still doesn't seem right. Let me know what you think. Thanks for reading. Next chapter will be a collection of views.