Hello guys, it has been a busy week for me and I moved out Sunday but I felt like I should write up a chapter while I can because I have no idea how busy I will be for the next few weeks with looking for a new job and stuff

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Carlisle's POV

The first thing I heard was the slamming of a door, and then there was the screaming. There was no question of who it was because I already knew, and I had feared that it would happen. Jasper began to run around the whole house as fast as he could, scared and looking for a way out. Edward hurried and shut the front door that had been left open to look out for Chester while Esme double checked the windows knowing that I would be the one to attempt to calm Jasper down.

He was screaming from the top of is lungs and he had tears running down his cheeks but he was moving so fast that I couldn't keep up with him. The way he was jumping up and off the table, into the window sill and off again and out of the room and into the next seemed all to familiar with the time he freaked out at the sound of Emmett playing one of his violent video games. Jasper had responded with the exact same behavior and he had ended up knocking his head on the corner of the table. I was not prepared to let that happen again. I needed to get him under control before he hurts himself once more.

"Jasper, calm down. Shh, hey it's alright" I told him as I followed him back into the play room as he double checked that there wasn't an escape route.

He whimpered when he found that there wasn't and then sped past me upstairs.

"Jasper!" I called in hope that he would stop.

He ran in and out of each room after finding that all the windows were shut and before he tried to run back down the stairs, I stood in his way. He backed away from me with a face full of panic. Further back, I saw Emmett exit his room, confused with Jasper's behavior but not surprised about it.

"It's okay. Shh, You're in a safe place. It's alright" I calmed.

Although his eyes stared right at me, his legs were backing up, closer to Emmett. I made the mistake of taking a step closer which caused him to scream again; twisting his body, he ran back into Emmett's room.

Emmett made a move to follow him but I put my hand up to remind him that it wasn't the best idea. Instead, I lowered myself and sat with my back leaning against the wall by the open door, Emmett doing the same on the other side.

Going after him would only cause him to run again. If we kept our distance, he will calm down sooner. I could hear the sound of him breathing heavily, more specifically like a dog panting and quiet whimpers. Peter quietly made his way up the stairs and I sighed silently with my hands that Jasper was in the nearest room. Peter nodded, understanding what we were doing and sat down with his back leaning against the wall opposite me and Emmett.

I could hear Jasper sniffling and I turned my head around the corner to see where about in Emmett's room he was. I couldn't seem him but my guess was that he was hiding under the bed just like the last time he got scared.

"What happened?" I questioned Peter, quietly.

Peter winced, remembering the incident before opening his mouth to answer me.

"I showed him a picture of a shotgun" he answered with a sigh.

I closed my eyes. I feared that he would react this way but that doesn't mean we won't get anything out of him. Perhaps he would still open up when he calms down.

"I don't understand. Why were you showing him a picture of a shotgun?" Emmett questioned.

"We need to get to the bottom of his nightmares" I answered simply.

The answer only seemed to confuse him further.

"And you think shotguns have something to do with this? Dad, we are the first people Jasper came across and we don't even own a shotgun so I don't understand what you guys are getting at? Unless...wait, do you guys think that...damn, is that why he freaked out that time I was playing call of duty?"

I had to give him some credit for putting his brain to work and at least now he might be a little more cautious with things that would scare Jasper further. He turned his head to look inside his room like I had earlier and then he stood.

"Emmett" I warned.

I didn't want him going in there yet. Jasper still sounded terrified and going in there to soon would make it worse. Emmett turned back around to look at me.

"What? Dad, he's scared. Peter did that and you were the one that let that happen. He's pissed at you guys but I had nothing to do with it. Just let me try" Emmett pleaded.

Perhaps he was right. Just a while ago Jasper had been running around screaming, looking for an escape but now he was just hiding and panting and maybe that was because we were nowhere in sight. I gave Emmett a nod. It was worth a try. Jasper had gotten a little friendly with Emmett so he could be a bit of a comfort.

"Just be gentle with him" I told him.

Emmett's POV

I rolled my eyes at my dad. I mean seriously? It's not like I'm gonna purposely scare him away. I'm not like that. I just don't think that sitting out here was going to achieve anything. Dad seems to think that distance would fix it but dad also need to remember that Jasper is a child, not an animal. You should keep away from a frightened animal because they could turn aggressive but Jasper just wants somebody to protect him.

I slowly walked into my room and crouched down to look under my bed. Jasper's eyes were red and puffy but he was crying as quietly as he could. His eyes watched me cautiously for a quick second but then he turned over so that I couldn't see his face.

"Hey dude" I murmured.

I lay on my stomach and crossed my arms, resting my chin on top of them, watching him. Jasper sniffed and used the palm of his hands to rub at his eyes.

"Are you gonna tell me whats wrong?" I questioned him, quietly.

He shook his head and pushed his body further away from me.

"Are you mad at dad?" I tried.

I knew dad meant the world to Jasper. I had asked Rose about Jasper's relationship with his real father when he was younger but she said that he was really only clingy with her and he didn't really bond with his parents that much. Finding that out confused me. I mean, what made him bond with Carlisle when he never really bonded with his real parents when he was at a more vulnerable age?

"It's just me here, man. I'm not gonna hurt you" I comforted.

After saying that, Jasper poked his head from under the bed to observe his surrounding; his eyes landing on the open door to my room. He knew dad and Peter were right outside. With a growl, he simply moved back further under the bed.

"Damn it, man" I muttered.

I got up and walked back out of my room, looking at dad and Peter.

"He's not gonna move because he knows you're here and he doesn't want you guys anywhere near him" I sighed, shutting my bedroom door to give Jasper his privacy.

I just hope he doesn't wreck my room out of rage or fear.

"This isn't necessarily a bad thing. We just need to give him some time to talk to us" Peter said, calmly.

You could see the frustration on my dad's face. He was probably blaming himself for this mess and for his sake I hope Peter's right. Jasper's got some issues that needed to be fixed and fast.

They had waited another 30 minutes but when dad had gone in there to see if he was okay, Jasper just screamed at him to go away so they knew it was best to leave him alone. Peter left with his dog, making dad promise him to give him an update on Jasper as soon as possible; informing him of any changes which we still haven't had.

It was night time and mom had spent the first hour trying to coax Jasper out of my room. He was still under my bed and refused to come out for anyone; not even Rose could get him out from under there.

In the end, I just told them to give up because I was tired and I wanted to sleep. If Jasper wanted to sleep under my bed, what's the worst that could happen? Well I hid all the cables and wires just in case Jasper gets hungry. Dad had been hesitant, but I had no idea why but he knew that getting Jasper out of this room was next to impossible and I was not going to be kicked out of my own room just because dad didn't want us in the same room.

When the room was quiet and everybody had finally settled to bed, I closed my eyes and tried to get some sleep for myself when I was startled by the sound of a whisper.

"Emmy"

My eyes open and I moved to the edge of my bed to look under it. It was very dark so I could only make out the dark eyes staring back at me.

"What is it,bro?" I questioned, quietly.

"You keep me safe?" He asked, innocently.

My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. I mean, I knew he was feeling pretty scared about that stupid photo that Peter showed him but why was he asking me to keep him safe. The fact that he hid under my bed was just a coincidence, right.

"What do I need to keep you safe from?" I asked him, curiously.

He didn't answer. He just went back into his previous position; lying in fetal position with his face faced away from me. I shrugged and moved back under the comforter. The kid would talk when he wanted to. I could hear him fidgeting from under my bed, it got a little annoying but now was not a great time to snap at him. A few more moments went by when he must have got comfortable because the moving stopped.

"The men with the sticks" he answered, suddenly.

Before I had a chance to say something else, Jasper jumped up onto my bed and curled himself up at the end of it like a cat trying to make itself get comfortable.

"What sticks?" I asked.

"The sticks in the pitchure" he answered in a spooky manner.

Like seriously, the guys sounded like somebody had taken over his body. It was kind of scaring me.

"The picture that Peter showed you?" I double checked.

Jasper nodded while looking straight through me. Shit. The men with the sticks means the men with the shotguns.

"The men with the sticks don't hurt you, man. The men with the sticks just hurt the other animals" I told him.

I was aiming to relaxing him but it seemed to have the opposite effect as he rapidly shook his head, hands violently shaking as they made its way to his long curly hair, pulling at it.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, man with stick bad, man with stick very bad. No, no, no, no" he mumbled repetetivley.

The fists Jasper had in his hair were now being used to thump himself in the face as tears began to fall from his eyes.

"Oh no, dude. Don't do that man. You're gonna hurt yourself" I said as I moved closer to him.

I wrapped my hands around his fists, keeping him from harming himself further but the tears fell faster and I could now feel his shaking body as he constantly muttered to himself about the 'very bad men'.

"Hey man, look at me. Look at me. I got you dude. I don't know what the hell happened out there but you're safe. Bros keep each other safe, alright" I told him.

Saying that must have done the trick when he wrapped his arms tightly around me, cling onto the back of my shirt.

"Emmy keep me safe. Bros keep safe. Emmy, bros. Emmy safe" Jasper muttered to himself.

I guess it was his way in keeping himself calm. I let him cling onto me, knowing that it was the same thing he did with dad when he was feeling afraid and as tired as I was, I couldn't just leave him like this to go to sleep. And even if I tried, Jasper would find a way to keep me up.

Once he was calm enough and it got silent, I found myself asking him another question.

"Why were the men with stick bad, Jazz?"

I felt his body stiffen but he just clung onto me tighter.

"They mad at me. They made me hurt" he cried. "They made me hurt lots"

I rubbed his back as he continued to soak my shirt with his tears. Well at least it was confirmed. Jasper had been injured by men who posed as hunters. I just didn't understand it though. If people came across a little boy all by himself in the woods, why wouldn't have they done the sensible thing and report it?

"Why did they hurt you, bro?" I whispered.

It was more of a rhetorical question but he answered anyway.

"I bad"

Had my room not been so silent, I wouldn't have heard it.

"What do you mean?" I questioned in the most gentlest voice possible.

"I no want talk anymore. I want sleep. I sleep and Emmy stay" he said in a miserable voice as he unattached himself from me and moved to the other end of the bed, this time, laying his head on the pillow.

I was shocked. He didn't exactly open up but he certainly told me more than he told anybody else. I thought this was the kind of information he told dad or at least Peter could get it out of him but even he failed. Now the question was, do I let Jasper open up to dad or do I tell him? Jasper didn't exactly tell me not to tell him and dad does need to know, right?

Well I hadn't expected to update today because it was getting late but this chapter was bugging me so I'm glad that it's finally up. I have already got the next chapter plotted out in my mind so hopefully I will get it up very soon. Let's just say that you guys will be looking forward to another insight of Jasper's mind.

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