Okay here we go…

I awake with a start, jumping almost a foot in the air, heart rate racing, head ache thumping, blood pounding, sweat covered and panting as I attempt to register my nightmare.

I haven't had a nightmare like that since I was 14.

Yet within thirty seconds the feel of Jasper's arms holding me tight, his hands rubbing my arms and his gentle 'shush's as he rocks me back and forth soothe me until my heart rate slows, my head ache disappears, my blood is no longer pounding and my breathing is returning to normal. Yet unfortunately I'm still covered in sweat and feeling somewhat gross.

I look up at him and he kisses my forehead. 'Bella, we need to talk about this.'

I nod. He makes a move to get up and I grip him tightly. He grabs my hand and leads me to his adjoining bathroom grabbing a towel and throwing me towards the shower before giving my hand a gentle squeeze and leaving.

'I'll be right out here,' he calls from his bedroom.

I turn the water on and let it relax me as I try to digest everything that's just happened within the past twenty four hours.

It takes me a total of twenty seconds to realise I hadn't has an episode like that since I started seeing my psychologist, or rather since Charlie forced me to start seeing Dr. Cullen. That thought suddenly brought my attention back to the root of yesterday's problem. Edward or rather Eddie as I liked to affectionately call him usually in return for a scowl whenever I used the detested nickname.

Eddie is Dr. Cullen's son, ridiculously clever and extremely hot. We sort of had a thing, well, when I say a 'thing' what I mean is we occasionally flirted and he took me to the movies once but until yesterday afternoon we were really just friends. We still are just friends, Oh God I hope we're still friends.

He knows, he's one of the only people that does. One of three, well six if we include Renee, Charlie and Phil. Seven with Dr. Cullen.

Okay eight if we include me, nine if we include him/it/whatever. But that's it, just nine. Nine is still a small amount of people, considering there are six billion of us in the world. I think, obviously this is based on my One Tree Hill knowledge, but I think we should take Peyton's word for it.

Oh this is terrible, what the hell am I going to do? I mean I can't tell his father this. 'Well Dr. Cullen my latest episode stemmed from the really rather hot kiss I received from your son two days ago which re-awakened my fear of the male species as a whole and dug into some of those abandonment issues I've been experiencing even since my mother left me with my emotionally handicapped father aged three in the hope of finding herself.'

Okay that wasn't fair I guess, Charlie isn't emotionally handicapped, and he worked to give me everything I ever needed. He is just – quiet. And honestly I can't say anything because I am exactly the same. It's one of the things I love most about him – there is no fuss. The rest however is ALL true.

'Bella?'

Oh flip Jasper! How long have I been in here? I rinse the conditioner from my hair not even realising I'd washed it and turn off the water.

'Sorry I'm coming.' I shout back.

'I've left some sweats on the bed for you I'm going down to make you some breakfast while you change, okay?'

Jasper Whitlock you are the most incredible person in the entire world.

'Thanks, Jaz.'

I walk out into his bedroom securely wrapped in my towel to see the bedroom door close behind Jasper's messy blonde hair. I throw on the old t-shirt and shorts he has left me on his bed. I glance around wondering if I can find a comb and notice he's left a brush, some spray deodorant and a hair band on top of his desk. I smile as I realise he's obviously asked Rosalie if I can borrow them and head downstairs to face 101 questions.

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