Howdy to all Y'all lovely people and you not so lovely people tooo. Its Meeee the most wonderful Me back with chapter 9 of wife swap with the cullens, hope you enjoy and all that Please read and REVIEW i will be your bestest friend if you do.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or any of the characters in Twilight sadly stephanie Meyer does and no amount of black magics that I try will change this fact. I do although own the characters in the Simmons Family not that i particually want them

Anyway on with the story

Morgan's POV

We pulled up outside the Cullen's house I was beginning to wonder how much more weird this family could possibly get; I decided that I should confront Jasper about his possible cutting, I shuddered at the word. It was becoming clear that this family were in desperate need of a real mother figure, I of course being the thoughtful, selfless, wonderful person that I was would be more than willing to undertake this role. I heard Edward chuckle behind me and he muttered something under his breath, the others all suddenly started to giggle too, maybe it was an in joke.

Emmet, Jasper and Edward all headed for the sofa Alice and Rosalie started to drag Bella upstairs, probably to sort out all the clothes that they had bought.

"Nobody move," I said in my most commanding voice. Emmet ignored me and carried on watching TV, Edward and Jasper turned their heads slightly but I could tell they weren't really listening, the girls paused on the stairs but Alice was still tugging on Bella's arm as if clothes were more important than an adult speaking. They did all, however, stay to listen, maybe I was finally getting somewhere with these delinquents.

"Now, I have a very important question for Jasper." Emmet slumped in the chair trying to get himself comfortable, "however it concerns all of you." I was staring at the back of Jaspers slightly turned head, he sighed and turned his head fully to face me with one eyebrow raised silently asking me what I wanted. This wasn't enough, I wanted a verbal answer it wasn't healthy for a teenage boy to be almost completely silent and to be wholly honest his on edge state made me immediately un-easy it felt as though he was always checking for danger in every situation. It soon became apparent that Jasper was not going to say anything to me so I began to speak again.

"Jasper are you cutting yourself?" I asked in a hushed voice. As soon as the words left my mouth it was as if time had stopped everyone except me froze, all the children turned simultaneously to look at jasper who had an odd expression plastered on his face it was a cross between disgust and amusement.

"Jasper you don't have to answer that question, it's none of her-" Rosalie began

"STOP!" I screamed at her "Jasper just roll up your sleeves please."

Jasper looked frightened then annoyed but he didn't say anything he just rolled up his sleeves. I gasped when I saw his arms, they were very pale but what shocked me was the scars that zig-zaged the length of his arm. They were faint but still visible, jagged like teeth marks they stuck out from the skin.

"How could you do this to yourself?" I asked in a whisper to my immense surprise Jasper barked out a cold hard laugh

"You think that I did this to myself?" he questioned his face serious I noticed that he was avoiding looking at his arms, his eyes would wonder round the room avoiding the desolate sight before him.

"Didn't you?" I inquired

"No." he answered looking for the first time at his ruined arms disgust evident in his features

"Who then?" I wondered

"My step-mother, Maria." He answered it was clear he wasn't enjoying this conversation. I gasped out loud at this revelation how could someone do this terrible kind of abuse to a child? I now understood why he rarely spoke.

"How old were you?" I asked feebly attempting to keep him speaking so that I could understand the inner workings of his obviously twisted and damaged mind.

"I don't really want to talk about it." he replied face twisting into a furious expression. "You know I am not cutting myself so just leave me alone." with that he stormed out of the room pursued by a very anxious looking Alice.

As soon as they were gone Rosalie glared at me

"What would posses you to ask him that you foolish woman?" she hissed at me before sweeping out off the room in the direction of the garage Emmett shrugged and turned back to the T.V. Bella and Edward stood shell shocked gaping at the spot where Jasper had been sitting moments before. I began to think of how I could best phrase the next question about the children's relationships after all I needed to know the answer, so that I could make some drastic changes after rule change maybe I would forbid them to be in relationships with each other maybe I would set them up with people from their school, that Harry seemed to be a nice boy maybe he would be willing to take Bella out.

Edward suddenly looked panicked he clutched onto Bella unexpectedly and began to kiss her with a force and urgency that I had never seen in a teenager, not that I had seen many adolescents kissing, MY sons were not allowed to date until they were out of my house and at least 21. Before long Edward pulled away he smirked to himself, but Bella scowled at him, at least she knew that this was weird. However to my shock and horror Bella grabbed his shirt and muttered

"Oi I wasn't done kissing you yet." before pushing him against the wall and fixing her mouth to his once again. I turned away disgusted only to see Emmett sitting on the sofa laughing his head off.

"Aw little Eddie is growing up!" he shouted but Edward merely gave him the middle finger behind Bella's back never breaking the kiss. Appalled I left the room going off in search of Alice, Jasper and Rosalie, after all Jasper cannot be that upset about the scars they happened years ago he couldn't still be hurting, in the end he was with the Cullens now.

Jasper's POV

After I told Morgan my 'story' I decided to go for a run, I could hear Alice following me but I didn't stop I just ran and ran. I was about three miles away before I stopped. It always hurt me to think of my time with Maria, it was such a long time ago but I could still remember every kill, every pain, every newborn I subjected to the torment of an 'eternal' life.

Each scar that had been inflicted on my body told a story they proved that I had fought to survive and all the Vampires that had imposed the marks on my skin had been destroyed. I glared at my hands, the blood of so many people was shining there, in my minds eye I could still hear the screams of agony that I had been the cause of and I knew that if I could have cried I would have.

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This weeks question is

Who was your least favourite teacher at school and why?

Ohhhh and before i go can anyone think of names of people that they dont like and possibly a story behind them i need them for the cullen kids new 'Boyfriend and Girlfriends' for week two

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