CHAPTER TWO
LIKE I WAS NEVER HERE
THIRD PERSON POV
Jasper slowly packed his room – for a vampire. He could not believe that Edward was making them leave. None of them wanted to – least of all Jasper.
But he was right. They were just a danger to them – to her.
Jasper felt that he could be with her, protect her. She would be in more danger if he left her alone and defensless.
She wasn't alone when James got her – right under your nose.
Jasper let out a loud cry and smashed his fist into the wall, leaving a huge crack.
Alice appeared in the doorway a second later, "Jasper... You don't have to do this."
Alice was right... He didn't have to go.
But you do. You have to leave for her own protection. You've already proved that you could lose control at any second.
Jasper sighed through his nose and yanked his fist out of the wall, "Yes. I do."
HEATHER'S POV
A slow week passed after that. Jasper was quiet, distant. He didn't come to my room at night like he usually did. He didn't wrap his arms around me like was used to. Slowly but surely I felt an ache grow in my chest. This... terrified feeling never left me.
It was late at night and I was trying to sleep. But I just couldn't. I suddenly heard a smack at my window. Someone had thrown a rock at it or something. I slowly walked over, cautious. I opened the window and peered out, seeing Jasper on the ground outside.
He propelled himself into my room quietly and sleathily. I sighed out, "Jasper... I didn't think you'd ever come here again."
He didn't say anything. He looked around my room. He fingered the picture frame of us and Bianca on my nightstand. I took his hand, "Jasper... don't freeze me out. Be my Jasper."
He slowly looked down at me, not moving, "But I can't be your Jasper."
I tugged on his hand, willing him to hold my hand back, or wrap his arms around me like he used to. But he didn't. "Yes you can, Jasper. You had one lapse of control. And you didn't bite Bella. You were fine. It won't happen again. You'll be ready."
But he shook his head, "No, Heather. I won't allow something like this to happen again." He faced me, fingering the cut under my eye that I had gotten from the piano shards. "You were too close. You could have gotten hurt. You did get hurt."
"I'm fine," I insisted, "I listened to you and got out of the way when I saw your eyes. It's just a little cut. It's nothing."
"Nothing compared to what it could have been," Jasper said quietly. "I won't ever allow it to get that far again."
"And it won't happen again," I told him.
"Right," Jasper murmured. He cleared his throat, "Because we're leaving."
"What?" I gasped.
Jasper looked away, standing by the window, "My family and myself. We're leaving. Our ages are becoming suspicious. Carlisle is pretending to be ten years older than he looks."
"No.." I shook my head, "You can't – you can't just leave."
"But we are," Jasper told me, "I promised you that I'd protect you."
"Then you have to stay and do just that!" I shouted.
Jasper leaned against the window, "I am a danger to you, Heather. Once I'm gone... you're life will be normal. You'll be safe. You won't have to cover for me and my family or worry that I might bite you the next time I kiss you."
I whispered to him as I walked closer, "You know that's not how it is, Jasper. I love you."
His face looked contorted in pain, "You'll forget about me with time. I'll just be another boy you dated in high school."
I shook my head, "You're not just another boy, Jasper."
Jasper sighed, opening the window, "I will disappear... and it'll be like I was never here... and we never met. It'll just be a bad memory. I promise you."
"No," I refused, "You can't go. Please. Don't leave me, Jasper."
Jasper slowly turned and kissed my forehead, "I'm sorry. I'll never forget you, I promise." With that, he jumped out the window. I nearly threw myself out the window, "JASPER!"
But he was gone.
I struggled to breathe as I fell to my knees on the floor of my room.
Then everything went black.
It was bright in my room when I came to. I heard a voice, "Heather! Honey, look at me. Wake up."
I groaned out, "Dad?" I blinked up to see my dad's face looking worriedly down at me.
He smile, relieved, when he saw that I was awake, "Yes, honey, it's me. What happened to you last night?"
I sat up heavily, with my dad's help. I groaned at the pain in my head, "Guess I didn't quite make it back to my bed last night."
Dad felt the back of my head and chuckled, "Guess so. You have quite the bump back there. Are you alright?"
I nodded my head, but the ache in my heart disagreed with me, "I'm fine. I need to get dressed."
Dad nodded, but didn't seem convinced.
THIRD PERSON POV
Jasper felt disgusted with himself. He could see the pain in her eyes that reflect the pain in his heart. He could not believe that he actually let Edward get to him. How stupid was he?
Jasper resigned himself - what's done is done. And as much as he wanted to go back and erase the last ten minutes - he knew he couldn't.
Edward appeared beside him, "It'll be alright. They'll move on soon. You did the right thing."
"If it were the right thing then why does it feel this way?" Jasper said as he leaned heavily against his bedroom wall, right beside the huge crack in it.
"Sometimes doing the right thing feels wrong at the time. We'd rather do what we want. But what we want doesn't really matter, does it?" Edward asked.
Jasper mulled it over in his head. Heather. Only Heather mattered - her safety.
HEATHER's POV
I drove to the Cullens. But when I got there, the door was unlocked and the house was empty. I must have busted into every room. But no one was there. Every picture was gone. Every book or CD. But the kitchen was fully stocked with food without any cooking or eating utensils.
"JASPER!" I screamed. I got to his room. All his history books were gone. The pictures I had put up on the walls had been torn down. It looked like they were never there. His guitar was gone from the corner. The scarf of mine that I had tied to the leg of the couch was gone. As well as the couch. There was a huge hole and crack in the wall.
Tears blurred in my eyes as I sprinted out of the house and into my car.
When I got home I went straight to my room. But when I got there I was shocked. All the pictures tacked on my walls of me, the Cullens and Bianca were gone. I searched my bookshelf and found that the books I had borrowed from Jasper's room were gone too. All the little trinkets or gifts from any of them, all the borrowed clothes... even the picture of Jasper, Bianca and I on my nightstand was gone.
It was like he was never here.
Just like he said.
I was jolted back to life when the phone rang. I heard my dad answer it. He talked to whoever it was for a moment before calling up the stairs, "Heather! Phone for you! It's Charlie."
I furrowed my eyebrows and ran downstairs, yanking the phone from my dad's hands, "Charlie? What's wrong?"
"Heather..." I heard him. He sounded horrible. "Is Bella at your house by any chance?"
"No... why?"
"She left a note, saying she and Edward went for a walk. But it's been hours. Have you seen her at all?" Charlie asked desperately.
I gasped, "I haven't. I'm..."
"Thank you, Heather," Charlie said.
"I – I have to go," I hung up and grabbed my car keys.
"Where are you going?" Dad asked.
"Out."
I was back at the Cullens. I made a dash for Jasper's room, near Edward's and called out, "Bella?"
There was no answer. I got into Jasper's empty room. I couldn't fight the tears as I fell to the ground. I leaned against the wall, pulling my knees to my chest. I sobbed into my jeans, "Jasper..."
I don't know how long I sat there in a ball sobbing. But soon my phone rang. I answered, "Hello?"
"Heather... Where are you?" It was my dad.
"Just had to clear my head," I cleared my throat.
"Okay... They found Bella. She's fine. Sleeping now. You should come home. It's late."
I sighed in relief. Bella was safe. But if she was anything like me, she wasn't alright. "Okay. I'm on my way."
So there it is. Sorry about how similar it seems to New Moon but I feel that the separation will make them stronger.
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