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My Jasper
August 2009
I sang beneath my breath, moving my hips slowly,
"At times life is wicked and I just can't see the light
A silver lining sometimes isn't enough
To make some wrongs seem right
Whatever life brings
I've been through everything
And now I'm on my knees again
But I know I must go on
Although I hurt I must be strong
Because inside I know that many feel this wayyy-AHHH!!!"
My low voice took a screeching quality as Jasper snaked his arms around me, snickering like a naughty five-year old.
"What's cooking, good looking?"
I frowned at the love of my life… "I was trying to save you from starving and make us some lasagna…but if you keep doing that shit then I'm not making a thing for you!"
As if it had heard my threat, his stomach growled loudly and Jasper turned a bright pink and began rubbing the back of his head sheepishly, "I'm sorry, sweetheart, please don't be mad…you know I can't live without your food…my Nazi mother starves me to death!"
His adorable pout melted my anger and I stood up on my tippy-toes to give his stuck-out bottom lip a quick kiss. As I leaned back he groaned and pouted again.
I snickered, "Baby if you want some food, then you need to gimme some space, y'know …"
Jazz sighed dramatically, "Okay, okay…got the message, woman, I'll go…" At my glare he quickly added, "Set up the table of course!"
I rolled my eyes, "Move it, man!"
With a quick kiss on my forehead, he went off in search of plates. I smiled at him and pocketed his kiss when he turned his head and blew me one.
I turned towards the lasagna sauce on the stove and shook my head at the idiot's antics. Life couldn't be better. I had the perfect boyfriend-no, fiancé-and we were going to move out as soon as I turned 18...just a couple of weeks to go…no biggie…I mean, we had gotten this far, hiding our love from everyone else…what was one more month? We'd make it and we'd be out of our stupid parents' hair. I frowned. My father. Seriously, I have no idea what is wrong with that man…I mean, he hates me. Completely! Honestly, I think it's because I look a lot like mom. Mom left me with Dad in Forks when she ran away with her then-boyfriend, now my stepfather. My stepfather's a nice enough guy… At least he doesn't treat me bad.
Anyway, back to Daddy dearest… He hates me. One time he poisoned me! Can you believe it?! And other times he tried to sexually abuse me! Psycho! I only have Jazz to thank for that…He always saves me…No matter what…Jazz is always there…He fought the jerk off and comforted me. God, I love my boy…Jazz is everything I ever wanted, and more. Actually had it not been for Jazz, I would've moved in with mom…I hate my father with all my heart and I know the feeling's mutual. Jazz is the only thing holding me back to Forks…seriously…otherwise I would have run away. Far Far Away!
"Babe?" Jasper spoke in the most amazingly soft voice possible, "What's got you so serious?"
I sighed, "Just thinking about this hellhole and that soon we'll be gone and we'll never have to come back again…"
"Yeah, you're right…oh! I wanted to ask you…what came of your online shopping spree? Got the dress, did you?"
"Yeah I ordered it…It should be delivered soon…"
"What if your dad sees it?"
I smoothed the lines marring his forehead, "How stupid do you think I am? I specified the timings for delivery…12am-5pm, Monday-Saturday…I'm not chancing that A-hole's wrath if he finds out I'm getting away from his lazy ass."
Jasper snickered and said, "You're right, babe. He would skin me alive and then feed me to the dogs at the station."
"Africa and Annan, you mean?"
"God…I'll never get their names…who would give their dogs such weird names?!"
"My mom."
"Um. Right. Sorry."
I laughed at his cute expression and let my fingertips ghost along his cheekbones…
"You know I love you, right, Jazzy?"
A faint smile danced across his perfect facial features and looking deeply into my eyes he sighed contentedly, "Nowhere near as much as I love you, sweetheart."
The sudden noise of the cruiser's engine sounded and both of us jumped up. Jazz ran up to my room, keeping up a steady flow of profanities and I hurriedly threw the plates in the sink and ran up right after him. I was panting and gasping with my back against my bedroom door when I heard my father's heavy footsteps in the hall below. Both Jazz and I sighed with relief unanimously when I locked the door and then broke into laughter after taking in each other's harried looks.
I grabbed him by the elbow and pulled him into bed with me and covered us both with the comforter. I snuggled into his side as he pulled me against his chest. I closed my eyes and thought back to the first time I saw him outside school…The day the roots for our torrid love affair were laid…
The Song is Don't Stop Dancing By Creed, and is one of my absolute favorites.
I just wanted to put this in that while this chapter might seem kind of pointless and more or less a filler…it has some very important parts in it that are crucial to the story's progress. The summary of the story said that it is based on a real life story. I just wanted to let you know that the person it is based off on is actually very close to me and any facts or information I might put in would be accurate. I have extensively researched the phenomena's that the story will mention. However, to err is human, and I will most probably still make mistakes. If you feel that something doesn't make sense or you are confused for any reason. Please don't hesitate to ask! By the way, I have uploaded an album of the characters of Dementia Praecox. If you're interested, it's on my profile.
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