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Warnings: gay kinky sex, drama.

Chapter 18: Shifting roles

It was becoming dark already. Edward stared outside as the windows rattled, battered by the wind, washed clean by the flooding rain. The weather had been singularly miserable for a few days now. The sun probably hadn't shown its radiant face for at least a week, and it was taking a toll on Edward's mood. The fact that you lived your entire life in one of the rainiest places of the United States didn't make it any easier to cope with. He looked wistfully outside, thinking what it would look like in summer.

"Edward?"

A voice made Edward stir, breaking him loose from his ruminations about better weather. He looked up and saw Angela coming for him. A twinge of worry flashed across the otherwise soft look in her eyes. He could see that she was tense for him, that she wasn't quite sure what Edward was thinking. Maybe she was even afraid that he didn't want to go through with the plan. He decided to calm her nerves

He smiled at her.

"How are you doing?" Angela said hesitantly, clearly surprised by Edward's pleasant expression. He looked away from her briefly before shifting his gaze back up to stare her into the face.

"Honestly?" he asked with a hint of cheekiness in his voice. Angela nodded.

"I'm doing good. Believe it or not, I'm looking forward to this."

Again he smiled, this time mostly to himself. He hadn't even lied. He was actually happy about this.

"Well, you should get dressed, dear. I left one of Brad's button-up shirts on your bed for you, and got you a pair of new jeans at the second-hand shop."

"Thanks Ang, you're too kind, as always," he replied and shot her a true, genuine grin of happiness. His eyes twinkled with feelings of love for this woman who had, from the start, been so nice to him. He still wasn't sure why, but he had stopped asking. He simply accepted it, and he felt happier.

Edward went up the stairs to find the shirt on his bed. Angela had deposited it on his cushion, ironed neatly folded. It was a beautiful shirt, with a striking color, kind of a deep, velvety blue. The kind of blue you expect from a beautiful tropical waters, where the sun shines and the sand is white. Edward put it on with care, making sure not to create any wrinkles. Quite amazingly, the shirt was not too big, like so many other clothing he had on loan from Brad. Next to the shirt had lain the pair of jeans. They were a bit faded at the knees, though judging by the dark blue color they hadn't been worn that much by its previous owner. Suffice to say that they fit the shirt amazingly well and they fit Edward admirably. They were low waist and slim fit, accentuating his slim posture and tight little ass. Edward looked himself over in the mirror, touching his ass to give it a good look as he rotated his lower body just so.

Looking into the mirror, a smug smile spread his cheeks when suddenly the doorbell rang. Slightly disoriented he glanced at the clock ticking overhead the doorframe: 6:30PM. Angela's voice came from downstairs: "Edward, he's here, please come and open the door?"

Edward rushed down, feeling a drop of sweat leaving a glistening trail in its wake on his forehead. He blushed when he opened door with a squeak and looked outside.

Jasper.

"Hey brother," he said, smiling hesitantly, as if he wasn't quite sure whether he was still welcome. A few days ago Edward had rung him, and had asked him out for dinner. More precisely: whether he wanted to have dinner at Brad and Angela's with him. Of course he had agreed, he would have given anything to once again become part of Edward's life, and Edward had understood that all too well after their meeting at Gaya.

"Come in," Edward said, stepping aside and gesturing Jasper to step forward. Soon they were all sitting in the living room, save for Angela who was putting the final touches to the first course.

"So, you're one of Edward's brothers, then. Jasper, right?" Brad had commented, looking Jasper over suspiciously. Jasper had felt scrutinized, awkward, and not very comfortable in general. After this initial inspection, and Brad having asked Jasper about how he had found out Edward's number (through the medical records, as they had guessed earlier), the somewhat icy atmosphere melted. A rather merry conversation ensued that ranged from the weather to the military to medical care.

When Angela came into announced that people could take their seats at the table, the conversation had briefly stopped, the awkward silence returned. When the four of them were sitting at the dinner table, and they had all muttered 'bon appetit', the silence had endured. The quiet munching and grinding of teeth, clattering of forks and knives on the ceramic plates, was all that filled the silence of the house for several minutes. The first course was a fresh salad with small pieces of ham, walnuts and various vegetables, and balsamic acid.

"So," Brad had finally said. "What are your future plans?"

Jasper looked up from his plate with confusion for a moment. He quickly regained himself, though. "For now I do an internship at Forks Hospital, as I mentioned previously. I think that will take another two or three years, and then I hope to move somewhere else."

Brad nodded. "Doesn't sound too bad. Any idea where you'd like to go?"

Jasper finished chewing his bite of salad before he answered. "I'm not, but I was thinking New York, Florida…" his voice trailed off, seemingly lost in thought.

"Far away from here, sounds like," Brad commented. Jasper nodded, answered quietly: "This place doesn't hold the best memories for me," and he looked over at Edward. He looked at him with a faint smile, ducked his gaze and dug back into his salad. The silence returned for a bit in which they finished their meal. Brad tried to get the conversation going again, but either Jasper was shy, or he felt horribly uncomfortable at being with Brad and Angela. Their often scrutinizing gazes certainly didn't help to comfort Jasper, and the fact that he was probably feeling guilty (or so Edward imagined) about all that happened, made it all even harder on him.

Finally the main course was served: pork roast with baked potatoes. The smell was delicious and they all dug in, though Jasper somewhat wearily. He toyed a bit with his food when Brad decided to come right to the point. He looked at Jasper, then glanced at Edward.

"Jasper, we asked you for dinner tonight not just because we were curious to meet you," he spoke as he looked from Edward back to Jasper. Jasper looked up questioningly.

"What do you want from me, then?" He sounded unsure of himself, a feeling of entrapment noticeable in his soft voice. His eyes were dull with feelings of possible betrayal looming.

"Why don't you do this, Edward?" Brad asked, shifting his gaze to Edward. Angela nodded in agreement.

Edward sighed and then looked straight at Jasper.

"Jasper, I want to meet mother."

Embry was lying on his back on the narrow bed in Jacob's room. The sun was setting and an eerie red light engulfed the Black residence. In front of him, just a shadow, towered Jacob. In a fluid, quick motion he pulled his wifebeater over his head and threw it casually, though with some force, into a corner of the room. He then strode to the door. Embry watched him intently from the bed, watched how Jacob grasped the doorknob and slammed the door shut. He then locked the door, the 'click' of it making feel Embry more trapped than ever. The feeling became worse when Jacob turned around slowly. The red light of setting sun fell on his face, and his exposed teeth glistened moodily. Embry watched as Jacob turned to face him fully, his tongue lapping his arid lips. He took a few steps towards the bed.

"And now for some fun," he spoke softly, eyeing Embry as if he were a nice steak waiting to be devoured. Embry gulped.

"Get up, pup," Jacob spoke sternly. Embry wasn't so cooperative though. He eyed Jacob curiously with a slight smirk.

"Something wrong with your ears, boy?" Jacob questioned with firm voice.

"Nope," Embry answered, much to Jacob's annoyance.

"No respect for authority, I see," Jacob said, cupping his chin thoughtfully as he looked the boy in front of him over. "By the end of tonight, you will have changed your attitude, I'm sure of that."

Those words caused a reaction in Embry. He could feel the blood draining from his brain and flowing to his groin, where his cock twitched excitedly. The cold threat in Jacob's voice was powerful, and coupled with his predatory look it became irresistible. And then those flaming muscles, so hot that Embry didn't quite know where to look. He ducked Jacob's gaze.

"Ah," Jacob said, smirking when he noticed Embry tilting his gaze downward. "So that's what you need, ain't it? Just a bit of threat, and you submit, is that it?"

"Yes," Embry almost whispered.

"Yes what?" Jacob spoke firmly, his smirk washing of his face as it was replaced with a frown. Embry didn't speak. Jacob grabbed Embry's hair firmly and used it to yank Embry's head back so that their gazes locked. Slowly Jacob moved his head forward until his hot breath caressed Embry's soft skin. Embry shuddered under the warm air, Jacob's warm breath.

"Yes what, you miserable worm? I will not ask you fucking again!" Jacob repeated, his voice ice-cold as his eyes shot fire. His mouth was twisted in disgust, and all of it was too much for Embry.

"Yes sir," he broke down, relishing the twinge of pain that Jacob's grasp caused him, loving the dominance that came with it.

"You like that?" Jacob asked. Embry nodded, whispered 'yes sir' as he shifted his gaze downward, but not in defiance. Jacob smiled to himself. Embry was going through the same feeling he knew himself from his moments with Edward. That feeling of being able to leave control with the more powerful party, to just give yourself and let go. There was no more beautiful feeling that he knew. He sighed, which elicited a reaction from Embry.

"Are you okay, sir?" he mumbled almost apologetically.

"No my pup, nothing's wrong, "spoke softly, smiling. "I was just thinking how beautiful you look in your submission to me. How cute you are, how…" His voice faltered when he noticed Embry was smiling.

"Thank you sir, I'm glad I please you," he whispered.

"Look at me," Jacob commanded. Embry was quick to raise his head and gaze into Jacob's wide, unblinking eyes.

"Kiss me," Jacob asked as he moved his head towards Embry. He crouched down so their heads were level when their lips touched. Their tongues met and intertwined in a fiery dance, a celebration of passion. They kissed passionately, softly and sensually, so that when their lips parted, they could hardly breathe.

"Wow," Jacob sighed as he gazed down at the floor. "You taste so good, Embry," he spoke.

"Thank you, sir," Embry spoke softly. Jacob looked at him blankly for a moment.

"No, Embry, I'm not your sir." Jacob stood up again, grasping Embry's hand as he did so. He pulled the boy up. When they stood before each other, Jacob tugged on Embry's shirt and pulled it off of the younger boy.

"God you are delicious," he spoke, "but I can't dominate you. I don't want to."

Embry looked confused, and a flint of heartbreak shot across his electrifying eyes.

"But I'm still gonna eat you," Jacob continued as a vicious grin malformed his youthful features, exposing his wolfy teeth. Embry felt a twinge of fright launch up from his lower back, and follow his spine to his brain. Up there is erupted in a cold shudder that ran back down his back when he felt Jacob's warm hands drag him into a passionate kiss. It was sloppy as they connected in obscene slurping sounds, tongues licking the insides of their mouths.

When they were done Jacob dragged an arm across his mouth to dry his features when he pushed Embry on the bed. He yelped in surprise, but couldn't keep a smile from lightening his face when he found Jacob climbing on top of him and assaulting his mouth with his own. Meanwhile hands trailed to pants, where Jake massaged Embry's ever-growing cock forcefully yet sensually. Hastily he then jerked on the button of his pants so that it popped open and he dragged the zipper down to open his pants, all while still kissing Embry with closed eyes.

Embry felt that Jacob's attention was drifting downwards, however, by the decreasing intensity of Jacob's kissing. It was obvious he was focused on getting rid of Embry's pants, which remained defiant until the last inch of zipper was opened.

Jacob sat up, moved back a bit and yanked on Embry's pants. Staring hungrily at what was exposed he threw Embry's pants to where he had thrown his top earlier also. He stared briefly at Jacob, he was a bit taken aback, but still reveled in Jacob's primal hunger. While it wasn't so, he could have sworn that Jacob's eyes were bloodshot with lust and a thick scent of arousal emanated from him. It drove Embry completely crazy with his own lust. He licked his lips furiously, much to Jacob's happiness as he bent down on Embry, just like all those years ago. Through the fabric of his underwear, Jacob licked Embry's pulsating cock. Embry moaned forcefully, closing his eyes and lurching his head back, feeling how blood reddened his field of vision.

His world toppled over when he felt a cool breeze as Jacob released his staining dick from its fabric enclosure and licked the head. Jacob's tongue lingered friskily on the slit of Embry's dickhead, and then trailed downward to encircle the head's rim. Every lick was accompanied by a slick sound that had Embry buck slightly, wanting to free himself from his sexual pressure. It was building up in his loins and it needed to get out. He groped his hair, pulling on it like Jacob had done previously. He felt that the pain, combined with his lust, enabled him to divert his attention from the pleasure and kept him in check.

Soon, though, it wasn't enough. He found himself panting when his lips met Jacob's again, and Jacob's sweaty pectorals rubbed against his. Their bodies then parted again so that Embry curiously peeked through half-shut eyes. Through his eyelashes, draped before his eyes like a curtain, he saw Jacob has lost his pants and underwear also. He went to straddle his lap, feeling how his iron dick got trapped in-between Jacob's firm buttcheeks. With a smirk, and sighing and moaning with constrained pleasure, Jacob rubbed Embry's dick against his wet hole; wet and eager to be pried open, to spear itself on Embry's steel limb.

Embry closed his eyes again and moaned with Jacob, their combined sound turning them on even further.

"You want pain?" Jacob whispered breathlessly, and before Embry could answer he felt a sharp sting on his nipple. He yelped and squirmed as Jacob gripped Embry's nipple tightly, his nail digging into Embry's soft flesh. The sting was delightful and even though it cut through Embry's pleasure like a razor sharp sword, it didn't diminish it in the slightest. He gasped for air as the pain hit his head like a brick wall.

Suddenly there was relief. The pain disappeared and the opening that it had left behind was quickly filled with the mounting lust. Suddenly the pain came from his other nipple. As hard and stern as it had been previously, something was different. While he was assaulted with the new waves of pain, Jacob's tongue encircled his other nipple. It was warm and sensitive, and Jacob's lapping tongue was like a healing balm. Embry shuddered and lost himself in the conflicting feelings. The pleasure from his tightening cock, the searing pain from his one nipple and the soothing health from the other nipple all melted together to make Embry babble incoherently.

Then it was gone. Jacob was gone. The heavy weight on his dick was gone. Two hands grabbed him at his flankes, yanking him out of his pleasurable stupor, and turned him around on his belly.

"Gonna fuck you," Jacob breathed throatily. The lust spilled out of his voice, gushing all over the place. The animalistic drive made Embry feel threatened; and with that, he had felt never more alive than now. He lay still as Jacob groped his buttcheeks and pried them apart. He only whimpered softly through his incessant moans when Jacob's flat hand slapped his ass all warm and red. The sounds of the slappings were delicious, beautiful by all accounts. He relished the warm feel, and he could only imagine how beautiful and red his ass probably was.

Suddenly his ass went cold when Jacob licked the cheeks. Embry shuddered, feeling how Jacob licked his way further and further to his hole, almost like a rocket homing in on its target. Embry knew that that was not the case though; not yet anyway. Jacob's rocket would soon enough find its target, and Embry smiled at the notion. Frankly, he had not had anal before, but the idea excited him. He wanted Jacob to fill him up, wanted to feel him inside him. Wanted to…

He moaned roughly when his butt cheeks were pried apart forcefully, Jacob cold spit landed on his quivering hole and a lapping tongue danced on the rim. He heard Jacob's hitched breathing, the gasping and panting that were imbued with forceful lust. The wet tongue was deliciously cold on his hot hole, and when Jacob breached it and gently tasted Embry's inside, he thought he'd go mad with the sensation. To say it was heavenly was maybe taking it a step too far, but it certainly was something he'd want to undergo again and again.

"Like it that I eat you like that?" Embry heard Jacob's husky voice behind him, in-between sensual laps at his hole.

"Fuck yeah," Embry answered with quivering voice. "Good, you little willing bitch," Jacob answered harshly, and Embry could feel his dick twitch excitedly against Jacob's fresh bed linen. Embry once again grasped his hair with growing sexual frustration. He needed release, but he was going to undergo whatever Jacob wanted to do with him.

A rough slap across his ass cheeks yanked him from his thoughts as he felt the cold dribble of lube fill his crack. Jacob's warm thumb than rubbed it over his hole, making it nice and slick. It made vulgar squelching sounds, which got only worse when not Jacob's thumb, but his hard and precum-dripping cock stood at attention at Embry's hole.

"Fuck," Embry muttered shallowly when he felt Jacob easing his dick into his virgin, unused hole. Jacob made soothing sounds, grasping his lower back, stroking it appreciatively.

"Relax," he whispered, "always relax."

Embry tried to do as told, but he was so excited that his muscles tensed due to the pure lust rushing and gushing through his body. He calmed himself though, knowing that nothing bad was going to happen with Jacob being the actor. He indulged in his submission to Jacob, even if Jacob didn't want to be a strict Dominant. He let himself go, tried to free himself from his worries.

A rush of discomfort made him tense again when the head of Jacob's dick breached his hole and stretched the muscle. It was terribly exciting, but the twinge of pain surprised him.

"Go slow," he pleaded, and Jacob made soothing sounds, pressing his hands on Embry's shoulder blades. "Of course, I'll go slow," he spoke reassuringly. No trace of animalistic lust was in his voice now. It had been replaced with an almost paternal concern that greatly helped Embry to surrender further. He lay still on the bed, and gritted his teeth when he got speared further, centimeter by centimeter, on Jacob's hard limb. He heard Jacob's soft groans when he sheathed himself inside Embry. Embry moaned in discomfort, clenching his fists, still trying to free himself from the sensations. He tried to remember not the pain, but encompass what was actually happening: Jacob, that stunningly beautiful jock was inside him. They were one.

"Fuck," Embry whispered to himself when he finally understood it, and he smiled, even grinned as time trickled by.

"Feeling good," Jacob asked softly. Embry noticed that Jacob's voice was only inches away. He turned his head in the direction of the voice, and met Jacob's face. Their lips found each other and they kissed.

"Fuck," Embry whispered hoarsely when their lips parted. They were one, their bodies intertwined on both ends, making a circle of hot, searing flesh. The image was too beautiful, too hot, for Embry to fully grasp.

"Gonna fuck you now," Jacob whispered throatily, traces of animalistic hunger finding their way back to Jacob's mind.

"Please fuck me," Embry whispered quietly, but quickly added: "but be careful please."

"Of course," Jacob said, as he started moving slowly back and forth. Embry gasped and moaned, not sure what to feel anymore. It felt kind of nice and he felt his dick harden after going soft during the painful stretching. Jacob kept going slowly for a few moments, but he started picking up the pace. Embry whined a bit, causing Jacob to go a bit slower, but soon Jacob felt how lust clouded his brain and reddened his vision. He went faster.

Embry whined and yelped, trying to hold on. It wasn't that painful on the whole, but the bumping of Jacob's head on his insides caused him to squirm a bit. But Jacob didn't let go. He went faster, and Embry gasped, his eyes flying open with every bash to his inner walls. Grounding him back on earth was Jacob's moaning, his animalistic lust that vibrated throughout Embry's world. The squelching of the lube, the hoarse groans and minor yelps became one as the bodies of the young wolves turned hot and sticky with sweat. Jacob was in his home stretch when he suddenly moved out of Embry, commanded him sternly to turn around and grasped his steel dick.

"Embry, jerk off with me!" he whispered forcefully. He bent forward to straddle Embry's upper legs. Their gazes locked and never left each other while they fisted their dicks with growing pleasure.

"Fuck Jake, I'm gonna cum!" Embry started to whisper almost begginly. "Me too, me too!" Jacob sang in reply, and they continued to moan in unison. Finally, with one last, harsh pull, Jacob erupted with a heartfelt groan that in turn tipped Embry over the edge. Slick shots of seed launched forward over Embry's smooth abs, coating it with the thick fluid.

"Your cock," Embry gasped, and Jacob knew what the boy wanted. He quickly crawled forward and stuffed his trembling dick in Embry's mouth for him to suck. The sensitive organ shuddered and Jacob trembled under the weight of his fading orgasm.

Finally, he collapsed beside Embry, and they both lay there, staring at the ceiling. The paint was cracking in places, and fading. It was worn with years of use. As he stared up and listened to Jacob's quiet breathing, he felt both their seed trickle over his flanks, coming together. Even after their physical unity ended, their product had now combined. Jacob broke the peaceful silence.

"That was amazing, Em."

Embry agreed by humming softly.

"Jake," Embry started hesitantly. Jacob looked at Embry with expectation.

"Why did you say that you couldn't dominate me? You topped me really well…" he asked wonderingly.

Jacob sighed, pursed his lips and tilted his head to look at Embry. "You're too cute," he said simply. Embry pouted at that, as if to say 'I'm not cute!', but Jacob disagreed.

"Em, it's not in me to hurt you in that way. What I did was pure lust… I love your body, you look great to me, but…" his voice faltered for a moment. "Domination requires a certain mindset, a mindset that I can get into with certain people. The kind of Domination that you look for something different from what I can give you, though. You want me to use you like some animal, like a toy." He looked Embry over.

"Yeah, like the filthy little bitch you are, right?" Jacob concluded as he raised his gaze to meet Embry's. Embry stayed silent, but nodded. He tried to hide his blush, but it was too obvious. Jacob huffed.

"It's okay Em, I understand how you feel. I have those exact feelings too. just I don't want to use you like that; I can't, even if I wanted to. It doesn't feel right to me. If anything, I want to protect you."

"Protect me?" Embry repeated hesitantly.

"Yeah," Jacob replied. "Domination is not just about controlling and hurting, you know. It's to a great extent about protecting; caring so much about somebody's welfare that you want to make sure that they are doing okay. You want to make sure to the point that you ask complete control over that person, otherwise you can't make sure entirely." Embry nodded, muttered 'hm' under his breath. Jacob continued.

"Typically, the submissive rewards the Dom for this protection by giving his or her everything: so, by submitting. Some people do this to a further extent than others. As for me, I would kind of like to submit fully: by becoming a completely loyal, willing and obedient slave. The thing is that, if I am to dominate you, I don't want you to do that to me. I want to see you happy, but I don't need a servant." Jacob and Embry stared at each other, Jacob with a crooked smile.

"Moreover," Jacob started, "I'd rather be a servant to you," he spoke as he averted his eyes pensively. "I'd like to make you feel good, but I'm not sure I could fully submit to you. Not like I did with…" upon which sentence Jacob's voice lowered.

"Edward?" Embry completed. Jacob nodded, still averting his eyes.

"What if," Embry suddenly started, looking to and fro Jacob's face, pausing mid sentence.

Jacob looked up, curious to hear Embry out. When he didn't continue, Jacob spoke: "Well spit it out Embry". Embry gulped and mustered all of his courage.

"What if I try to top you next time?"

Jasper left the house after dinner. It was getting late, and it was dark outside when Jasper revved the engine of his car. He waved to Edward, who stood in the door opening, averted his eyes and speeded of into the darkness. Edward kept standing, his eyes locked on the red lights that got more and more faint in the darkness. Finally they were entirely gone.

In thought, Edward turned around and softly closed the door. He walked back to the dinner table, where Brad was still seated. The overhead lamp eerily illuminated his mature features. Angela was rummaging in the kitchen, the running water announcing that she was doing the dishes. While Edward listened to the clattering pots and the water trickling on the metal sink, he sat down next to Brad. Brad looked up at him after a moment.

"So it's set then?" He asked hesitantly.

"Yeah, tomorrow evening it's going to happen." He smiled crookedly at Brad before his smile faded and his eyes shifted to the table's surface.

"Nervous?"

Edward lazily nodded. "Yeah, a bit," he admitted softly. "Not sure where to start with her."

"You distrust her that much?" Brad replied.

"I'm not sure," Edward answered. "We always used to be close. My dad was utterly unapproachable, so logically I stuck to my mother." Edward sighed. "The problem is that I hate her for her betrayal, but I can see her hesitation… I wonder what I would have done in her place, and I'm not sure if I would have done anything differently."

Edward folded his arms on the table and looked up at Brad. He was now watching Edward intently. "That's quite something to admit, Edward," he said as he reached out for Edward and grabbed his shoulder comfortingly.

"What can I say?" Edward continued. "I'd like to think I'm the strongest person in the world, but the last few weeks have shown time on time again that I'm not the person I think I am."

Angela re-entered with mugs filled with tea. She set them on the table and took a seat. The movement of the chair on the floor made piercing, screeching noises that caused Edward to wince.

"You sure you don't want us there?" Angela asked worriedly, but Edward shook his head. "No, I have to do this myself," he answered while drooping his head.

They stayed silent for a while, drinking their tea in tense silence when an almost frenzied banging shook them out of their thoughts. They all raised their heads in alarm and looked at the front door with bewilderment. The knocking ceased briefly, but then continued. Edward got up and rushed to the door, followed closely by Brad. Edward arrived first and yanked the door open with resolve. Jasper stood in front of them, wide-eyed and seemingly shaken to the bone. When Jasper met the eyes of his brother, a look of surprise filled him for an instant, though Edward wasn't sure why.

"Edward," he spoke weakly, seemingly to panicked to speak coherently.

"Jazz, god, come in and tell us what's wrong," Edward urged, but Jasper didn't comply. "Edward," he spoke again, a bit more strongly. He didn't avert his eyes of Edward for a second; didn't even blink.

"What is it?" Edward asked urgently.

"It's mother," Jazz replied weakly, "you have to come quickly!"

"What's with mother," Edward asked hurriedly while pulling his coat of the rack.

"Father found out about our plans to have you and her meet tomorrow, he…"

"For god's sake man, what happened," Edward finally yelled, to worked up to stay calm after hearing Jasper's alarming words.

"He beat her, Edward, like he did with you. Then he stormed of," Jasper concluded weakly. His eyes stood crooked in sadness as his mouth twisted in anguish. Edward's mouth fell open, and even Brad wasn't sure what to say. Edward was first to regain his composure. He put on his coat, stepped outside and dragged Jasper to the car.

"Don't wait up for me!" he yelled over his shoulder. They got into Jasper's car, slammed the doors shut and drove off before Brad and Angela could react.