I don't own Twilight. I was surprised that there was a lot more hatred for Rose than for Ed Sr in the reviews this time. Guess you all thought she might have had something to do with him finding out. :)

This is a slash story with m/m lemons involved and language. If you're under 18 or that's not your thing, please just hit the red X.

There will be alternate POV's every day. They are both pretty damn talkative now!

Reviewer of the day goes to….LezCullen. Can I just ask that you go to the reviews page and read what she wrote. There was too much good there to try and shorten it to fit here. Just want to say, I agree 100% with what she said.

Chapter 97 - Evil

J-

What the hell just happened? One minute I was having an extremely intense orgasm, and the next Edward is running out of the house and speeding down the driveway. I'm panicking, because I have no idea what he's going to walk into when he gets there. I could actually see the color drain from his face when he talked to his dad. He was scared, and now he's rushing over there to get in the middle of it? I just can't let that happen.

Rushing back upstairs, I grab my phone and call him. It rings 4 times and goes to voicemail. Fuck! I can't wait around here any longer. I have to go over there.

Grabbing my truck keys, I rush out the door almost running my dad over in the process. He grabs my arms to steady me so I don't fall over.

"Hold on there, son. Where are you going in such a rush?"

I don't say anything, I just look at him with pleading eyes. He goes from smiling to deadly serious in a matter of seconds.

"What's wrong, Jasper? What happened?"

I don't want to waste time explaining, but I know he won't let me leave otherwise.

"Edward got a call from his dad, and he looked scared to death while he was talking to him. Then he just grabbed his keys and ran out the door. I've tried calling, but he won't answer his phone. Dad, I have no idea what is wrong, but I can't just sit over here and wait for him to call. I need to get over there now!"

My voice rises with every sentence until I'm nearly screaming at him by the end.

"Jasper, calm down. You have no idea what's going on. It could nothing."

I start to protest, but he holds his hand up.

"Why don't we drive over there just to be sure, okay?"

I'm relieved he's not going to fight me on this, and rush over to my truck. I'm surprised that dad is in the cab before I am. As much as he's trying to be calm, I see the panic on his face as well.

Something's not right.

I hand dad my phone so he can keep calling while I drive. Every time he tries, I see his face fall when it goes to voicemail. He even leaves a message telling him to call as soon as he can. My eyes tear up when I hear dad telling him how worried we are about him.

Why the hell is this drive taking for fucking ever?

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E-

I'm still shoved over to the side of the house, and I really want to just run away. I know that's the cowards way out, but I don't know what else to do. He knows. I have no idea how, but he does. I can tell by the cold, hate-filled gaze that feels like it's going all the way through my body. I try not to let him see how much his words effect me.

"Dad? What are you talking about?"

He just scoffs at my attempt to deflect. He's not buying it. Stalking over toward me, he gets right in my face. The smell of alcohol is pouring off him, enough to make me want to gag.

"What am I talking about? Well, you little shit, I'm talking about the fact that you like to fuck guys. Is that clear enough for you?"

My whole body is shaking at this point. In part of my brain, I know for a fact that if I didn't want him to hurt me physically, he couldn't do it. I'm younger, stronger, and a hell of a lot bigger than he is now, but that's not how I see things. When I look at him, all I can think about is the way he made me feel as a small child; scared and insignificant.

"Please, daddy. It's not my fault. I want to make you proud of me. That's all I've ever wanted. Can't you just love me no matter what?"

It's all I have a left. A final plea for him to see me as his son. If even for a moment, he ever loved me, how could he turn me away?

"You make me fucking sick! Is this what you were doing in Chicago? Running around those queer bars sucking guy's dicks? I can't believe you would humiliate me like this!"

He grabs me then by my shirt and shoves me even harder agains the brick's edge. I hiss in pain, but he doesn't seem to notice.

"You're never stepping foot in my house again. Do you fucking hear me? I want you gone tonight."

I'm starting to feel the wetness on my back seep through my shirt, but I don't feel any pain. The pain that I'm feeling inside is so much more potent. After 17 years of trying to get him to love me, it's over. He will never be able to forgive me for this.

"Please…"

I don't know what else I was going to say to change his mind, but I don't get a chance to even try. I turn when I hear a car pull up into the driveway. I had honestly forgotten that we were still standing outside where anyone could see what was going on. I recognize the car right away.

"Mr. Masen, I recommend you get your hands off him right now, before I do something you're going to regret."

Esme walks around the front of her car quickly and marches up to stand right beside us. Mom slowly gets out of the car, and I see the tears streaming down her face.

"Bitch, I'm sorry, but I don't remember asking your opinion. This is a family matter, and I would appreciate it if you got back in your piece of shit car and went back home where you belong."

I shove his hands off me, and he looks shocked for a moment. I don't know if he realized just how much working on the farm this summer had helped me physically. He doesn't look scared, but he's not all that confident now either.

"Don't you dare talk to her like that!"

Mom rushes up to me then and grabs me. His dead eyes move from me to her and narrow.

"Lizzy, you get your ass in the house right now. Pack up his things and set them outside the door. He will no longer be welcome in our home."

Mom squeezes me tighter, and starts crying uncontrollably.

"No, please, Ed. We can work this out. Don't take away my little boy."

"You're little boy? HA! That's a joke. Your little boys likes cock up his ass, Lizzy. Do you see what you did? You raised him to be a pansy ass piece of shit and that's exactly what he turned out to be. He will not be living under my roof."

Reaching over toward me, I thought he was going to try and hurt me again, instead her grabs mom and tries to pull her away from me. She screams out in pain when he grabs her shoulder.

"You want fucking worse than what you got the first time? Get your ass in that house now and start packing his shit!"

Suddenly everything has become clear. When he was yelling and hurting me, I was the little boy cowering in fear. Now everything has changed. He's hurt my mom. The one person in my whole life who has loved me no matter what. The person who took care of me when I was sick, and who taught me to be the man I am today. He's actually physically hurt her. Well, now all bets are off.

Unwrapping mom's arms from around my waist, I motion Esme to come over and take care of her. She rushes over and hugs her tight. I can see the silent tears trailing down Esme's cheeks as she looks at me.

Turning back toward the man I'm beginning to hate more than I thought was possible, I walk over so I'm standing right in front of him.

"Did you put your hands on my mom? Did you hurt her?"

He sneers at me. I'm sure he's enjoying my pain.

"It's none of your business what I do to her. You're not our son anymore, and I don't give a fuck what a fag like you thinks of how I choose to run my household."

A fury like I've never known is brewing inside of me. I have never in my life felt the kind of hatred I feel for this man. This man who was supposed to love me unconditionally. Who was suppose to take care of us and treat us with kindness and respect. Instead he's hurt us, and cast me out in fear that I might embarrass him in front of the town or his colleagues at work. I never wanted to admit it to myself, but he is pure evil.

Reaching down quickly, I grab his arm and twist it around behind him before he has a chance to react. Shoving him face first against the brick of the house, I push his arm up until he screams.

"How do you like it, you motherfucker? How does it feel to be hurt by someone who was supposed to love you?"

"Fuck you! Get your disgusting hands off me!"

He's struggling to get loose, but I just push up on his arm more and he cries out in pain again. He stops moving after that.

I guess I didn't hear the truck pull up with all the commotion. I feel Carlisle's hand on my shoulder, and I turn to look at his kind face. The face of the man I wish for the thousandth time was really my father.

"Son, don't do it. Don't let him turn you into the monster that he is."

With those words, all the fight I have leaves my body. I just feel exhausted.

Letting go of my dad, I fall into Carlisle's arms. He catches me and holds me in his strong arms. I can hear myself saying the same words over and over into his chest.

"He doesn't love me… he doesn't love me….. he doesn't love me…."

Carlisle shushes me and runs his hands over my hair. He's trying to sooth me I know, but I don't think anything at this point will make me feel better. From behind me, I hear his voice again. It's strained from the pain, but that doesn't stop the venom coming from his mouth.

"Carlisle, this is none of your fucking business. Take your nosey wife, and get the hell off my property before I call the police."

Carlisle doesn't say anything, but I do hear a voice answer him. The voice of the person I need now more than anything.

"Mr. Masen, I think you and I need to have a little talk."

Well, I'm hoping you all still trust me. I think we all knew this chapter was going to be a little rough. :( Let's just huddle together and give each other a big group hug! What do you think Jasper is going to do/say? Will he be able to keep his cool or will he lose his shit? Which one would you prefer? :)

Another amazing day of reviews. So many long ones that make me feel so damn good, because I know you're just as invested in these boys as I am. Keep them coming! I love and cherish each and every one.

See you tomorrow!