Disclaimer: The plot is EstrellaGrace's and the rest is Stephanie Meyer's
There is abuse in this chapter so if you aren't comfortable….STOP READING!
The story is adopted and adapted from EstrellaGrace. Thank you. The proofreader is Strongwolfprincess and she can be found on wattpad or on here occasionally.
JPOV
"A big, new family is coming to our little Forks. I was talking to Chief Swan and got him to spill, five new kids our age and their parents, can you believe it! Three dudes and two girls. I heard that one of those guys is as big as a house, won't he be great for the team?" I said to Mike in the locker room after football practice.
"Nice one Jasper," Mike said as he claps me on the shoulder, "Chief has always had a soft spot for you, you know."
"Oh trust me, I know." I am proud of that too. Chief Swan has always liked me, seeing as I am one of the few high schoolers in this town who has never had to deal with the police. I am always careful about getting into trouble and try to avoid it.
Mike is my complete and polar opposite. He and I have been best friends ever since I moved to Forks, Washington a year ago. When we both started our sophomore year. We are starting our junior year now. I was promoted to starting quarterback of the football team a few weeks ago when we were just starting the practice season during the summer.
Coach Clapp said I was moved up because of my hard throws. He also said he liked the way I think. That I was a like a general on the battlefield. He said he liked how strong I would come on to a field. That it would intimidate the opposing team doing it like that.
Mike is the one I credit my success because he has helped me become the player I am today. Seeing as I had never touched a football before coming to Forks High.
I came here determined to be strong. After years of fighting for money, survival, and basic human decency I had developed a thick skin and could put up with a lot. It was Mike that made me into a determined, strong, and popular guy. That's one hell of a step up from where I was before. I owed much of my future career as a football star to Mike. I know that because of him working with me, I will get into a good college without having to pay too much money.
I came to Forks from Texas, and it was not all sunshine and rainbows, it was just plain sunshine. I missed Texas for the ponds and heat, but I am glad that I got out of that hell hole. I didn't miss that.
Mike and I got into his beat up old Chevy Suburban, it was a junker and on it was on its last wheel. But, it was his and he loved it. We drove home to Mike's house, so we could get ready for Lauren Mallory and Jessica Stanley's Beginning of the Year Party.
Yeah, I know that I say that Mike made me into a real player, but I was the one who made Mike into a player. If you know what I mean. In other words, I made Michael into a ladies man. Now he can get any girl he wants. I have to admit, I am proud of myself. For him though. I gave him, his first real haircut. Got him buff with training. Then, I taught him how to really get a girl's attention. Through the power of words instead of force.
I picked out his outfit for him because the poor kid can't dress to save his life. I put him in a black, button-down shirt and some dark jeans with his normal sneakers then gelled his hair so that it went just the right way.
I take a step back and look him up and down while he turned around mockingly. I deemed him good enough and he went downstairs to make us some sandwiches before the party.
I got dressed in my usual, a gray button-down shirt, washed out jeans, a belt, my cowboy boots, and my lucky buckle. My ma gave me my buckle. I will always make sure to show it off whenever I can. Nobody can love their ma too much. This is my way of showing her, my love.
I kiss the buckle before I put it on, like always, then start heading downstairs to go eat my sandwich, but it turns out that Mike wasn't even done with them.
"Come on Michelle, I didn't hire you as my maid for nothing, now make my food!" Michelle is what I call him when he is acting the part of a maid and he usually plays along.
"Oh dear, it seems that I have been distracted from cooking by thinking of all of this cleaning I must finish, then all of those men I must seduce before the night is over." He says in his high voice.
I tsked at him while trying not to laugh, "Oh Michelle, don't you know that you are like the first slice of bread in a bag? Everybody touches you, but nobody really wants you."
We both laugh and then head out to the driveway. Mike always drives to the party and I get to drive back. I am always the one to drive home from parties because Mike is usually too drunk and out of his mind after these kinds of things.
That, or he decides to spend the night at the house we partied at. I am always holding onto the keys just in case he does decide to use the party as a sleepover with his newest hangup. I don't do that kind of shit, and that's why I am the police chief's favorite kid, besides his own. Never met her but the chief talks about her from time to time.
"I'm doing it tonight, Jasper. I'm finally going to do it tonight." Mike says cryptically.
"What do you mean? We both know that you have done it before so what's new this time?"
"I mean that this is the night that I am going to ask Jessica out…and then I am going to do it with her, as you put it."
"Dude, we both know that she has been wanting you for at least last year. Go for it, man. You won't be disappointed by her answer, that's for sure. I guess that I am going to leave the party without you tonight then?" Mike nods excitedly, I can feel it rolling off of him. I can't help but feel happy for him because he was that happy.
I know that I'm not the one getting laid tonight, but Mike has had a huge crush on Jessica for such a long time. I thought he would never get the courage to act on it.
Even though she was already digging him.
Mike laughs a little. "What you laughing at punk?" I say, sneering my mouth and making a ridiculous face.
"Your accent popped in for a moment there." Damn. I try to keep it out of my voice. The first thing to come out of someone's mouth is, "are you from Texas?"
Which does nothing but bring bad memories. Something I do not appreciate. What do they expect me to say "I'm from New York"? Of course, I'm from Texas, dumbass.
I pulled in front of the house so Mike could get out and go on ahead. He wanted to go inside and find Jessica while I park the old SUV. I circled the block twice looking for spaces, but there were none, so I went down to the next block and parked.
As soon as I pull into a spot and park the vehicle, an ostentatious silver Volvo and beautiful black Porsche parallel parked right behind me and in front of me perfectly. I locked Mike's SUV up, stuffed my hands in my pockets, and start walking towards the party.
I assume that the people behind me are going too. They were following behind me when I started walking. I took a long way around. I even went an extra block to see if they would follow me. They did. I decided I needed to turn around and confront them.
They were the most beautiful people I have ever seen. I am taken aback by their beauty when I first turned.
But my ma raised me to be a gentleman and I quickly wipe my face clean of emotions. They have to be the kids from that new family that just came to town because I have never seen any of them in all my life.
There is a beautiful, curvy blonde who had her arm around a beast of a man who was absolutely huge, there's no comparison to him other than a bear. There is also a dark-skinned, guy who has his arms locked with a petite pixie of a girl with spiky, black hair that went everywhere. A bronze-haired boy stood behind the couples and had the most amazing golden eyes that I have ever seen, they contrasted brightly against his black shirt.
"Hey guys, I don't know what ya'll are up to tonight, but if you are just going to follow somebody around, I suggest you pick somebody else to mess with." I narrow my eyes to show that I am serious and the pixie pipes up.
"We just thought that you were going to that party tonight. We thought we would follow you to see where it is. Sorry, we are all new here and don't really know our way around here just yet." She felt nervous. She looked at me to the ground and back.
"You could have just asked," I gave her small smile before turning around and started walking again. But a little slower this time. I wanted them to catch up with me.
The big guy decided to speak up, "Sorry, man. We just want to find the party." That got snickers out of the group and a wave of amusement.
The only person that was easy for me to talk to and relax and have fun with was Mike. Because he knew what topics to avoid and which ones to emphasize to make me laugh. "I'm Emmett," he says as he shakes my hand then gestures around the group, "and this is Rosalie, Alice, Varian, and Edward."
Varian says, "Call me Vee." At the same time, Rosalie says, "Call me Rose." And they both start laughing. I go over their names and store them in the back of my head. That way I can tell a hungover Mike, later. Whenever I get the chance to see him again.
"I'm Jasper," I said. I reach out to shake all of their hands respectively, but for some reason when I shake Edward's, my hand gets shocked. I yank it back quickly and stuff it in my pocket. He looks as surprised as I was.
"So where is this party?" Rose asked.
"We passed it a block ago. I wanted to see if you really were following me or if you were just going to the party too." Their jaws dropped and Emmett laughed boisterously. I liked him.
I turned us around and we reach the party house in no time. "This is Jessica's party if you didn't know that already." I look directly at Edward. He is watching me intently. "Edward, seeing as you are the only bachelor here when you see Jessica, remember she is off limits. She's for my bud Mike so don't try anything on her, or I'm going after you." He must have thought I was joking because he smiles, but when I don't return the smile, his falls off his face and he looks at the ground. My stomach twisted, making me feel sick.
"Okay." I could barely hear because of the loud music.
We all walked in, and I headed straight for the kitchen knowing Mike will be there. I feel a little bad about leaving those gorgeous new kids at the door, but they looked like they can handle themselves.
"Mike!" I yelled at the booming music and Mike, who was previously leaning on a wall, stumbles over to me and wraps his arm around me, spilling his beer on me in the process.
"Hey, duuuuddee. Were youu drinking? There is beer on your shirt." No shit. "That girl over there is giving you the googly eyes man. Go dance with her."
I lean him back against the wall. Leaving him for the girl. She, in fact, was looking at me like I was dessert. It was over an hour of me dancing on that floor with different girls before I realized I am really thirsty.
I went into the kitchen and got handed a drink by Mike. First I check the contents. When he sees me doing this he rolls his eyes. "Come on, man. It's just coke." He's not setting off my lie detector like abilities and I don't smell any alcohol. Mike would never give me something laced and not tell me. Even when he is drunk, he knows not to mess with me like that. I down the whole thing in just a few gulps. My mouth feels a little numb, by I figure it from the coldness of the soda. Part way through the next dance my stomach started to cramp, then I started to feel jittery and shaky. It was hitting me hard and quick.
That bastard! I stomped over to him. It takes a few long seconds for him to notice me. When he turns to look at me, I hit him so hard in the shoulder that he cringes into the wall from the punch.
"What the hell was that for?" He yells.
"You told me that it was just coke, Mike."
"It is, man. There is coke in the drink. Cocaine, you know...coke? I told you that and you still get mad." I feel myself start to get violent. I can hear my heartbeat in my ears.
I get ready to hit Mike again, but my arm is grabbed from behind by a cold hard hand. It had an iron grip. The same hand guided me out of the kitchen, then out of the house before I could figure out what was happening. I tried to jerk out of the shackle like hold around my wrist, but I quickly gave up once I regain some of my senses. But I still feel like I am discovering a new color or some shit. Edward, I think is his name, is the one who escorted me out. Damn, he was a pretty one.
"I'm okay noooow." I said, but Edward just puts his hand on my shoulder. I like the way his hands feel. On me. He keeps leading me back down the block. He's very strong and much sturdier than he looked.
I must be really fucked up. Normally I have no trouble slipping away from someone. I was taller and more muscled than him. Thanks to football.
"Look, I'm just going to take you back to your house." My answer is to hand over my keys to him. Even when I am high, I still know good sense when I hear it.
Edward walks me over to the passenger side of the car and buckles me in before going to his side as fast as lightning. I didn't even see him move he was so fast! Damn, I'm really high.
He was so close. I felt like the cells in my body were vibrating. The closer he was, the hotter the air.
We drive and we drive and then we drive a little bit more. All I can see are the swirling colors that pass us. Things were blending together in a really bad way. I was feeling sick and dizzy.
I haven't seen another house in miles, only forest, but I guess we are just taking the long way around town. Finally, the car stops and Edward pats my knee saying, "Here we are Cowboy, let's get out of the car now." I looked up and knew I was losing it.
As it turns out, my house must be absolutely beautiful for this place to be where I live. That or the cocaine is making me see my house to be way bigger than it really is.
"My house is really beautiful," I said as I walk in. Two people are standing there when Edward and I entered the front door. There was a blonde man who was a little shorter than me at about five foot and nine inches tall, and a woman with the same brown color of hair that my ma had. The woman's smile grew when she heard my comment, but I avert my eyes when I see her hair color and her face falls.
"Edward, who is this young man," said beautiful lady with the caramel hair said to Edward. She was concerned, I could feel it.
The problem with drugs is they mess with you. Make you feel stuff that's not real. I swear I can feel what they feel. Normally I can tune it out.
It's not nice to exclude me, so I speak up. Ma always told me that you should speak up if somebody is not being nice.
"I am Jasper Whitlock and this is my house so who are yoouu?" They all smile a little but Blondie goes right back to being nothing but serious.
"I am Carlisle Cullen and this is my wife, Esme Cullen," Blon— Carlisle says.
"Carlisle, I came here so you could help him. His friend slipped cocaine into his drink at the party that we all went to and we need to get it out of his system." Edward said urgently.
Still not looking at Miss Esme, Edward and Carlisle take me to a pristine bathroom upstairs. I can feel myself getting light-headed. The edges of my eyesight started to darken...
I feel the knife digging into my skin as it slides over my chest, arms, legs, my neck. I try to move but find that I can't so I grit my teeth and strain my muscles but to no avail. The man is coming closer and I can see the deceiving blue of his eyes as he watches me struggle in vain.
"No, no Jasper. You can't leave this place. You will always be my little bitch and to be used as my play toy." His low voice laughs when he sees a single tear escape my eye and he leans down to lick it off of my cheek. "Your tears are mine. I created them, and I will swallow them so that I may bring the fear that goes along with them up later to play. Ahh, if only your parents could see you now."
My nails cut into my palms as the knife cuts a little deeper into my skin and his words cut a little deeper into my soul.
"Beg me, Jasper, beg me to stop this torture on your once beautiful body. Beg me to stop so that one day a woman will look at your body in awe. If I keep going, nobody will want you and your damaged, mutilated body. I don't want to do this Jasper, I really don't, but you forced my hand and now I have no choice but to punish you. Beg me!" He slides the knife hard into my cheek and I cry out in pain. "Yes, that is what I like to hear. Scream my little nephew, scream like the day that your mother made this mistake that I see before me. You made it into this world, unwanted." I do, I do scream. I yell, and yell, and yell until I feel him grip my neck hard and start shaking me.
There is a new voice calling my name from a distance now and I find it hard to concentrate on it….
"Jasper, Jasper, Jasper, Jasper wake up!" I open my eyes to see Edward frantically looking at me. I feel his cold hands on my shoulders. Worry.
There were two people behind him. That's when I realize that this isn't my room. Hell, this isn't even my house!
"Where the hell am I? What did you do to me, Edward?" He freezes in place. His hands pause and then he slowly takes them off of me. I'm too disoriented to read his body language.
"Don't you remember last night?" Not really. "These are my parents, Esme and Carlisle Cullen." Both of them were watching me very quietly. They were letting Edward deal with me. I could tell they were being concerned. But they were both ready to step in if needed. "I brought you here to my house so that we could get that cocaine out of your stomach, so we had you regurgitate it up over the toilet bowl. This is my room. That's where you are right now." Edward said slowly.
"What the hell man? I thought you were going to take me to my house, that's why I gave you the keys to my car, not to take me out in the middle of nowhere where nobody knows where I am." Edward looks down, ashamed. Then his resolve hardens. He should be ashamed. But he feels there was a reason. For a few second his is an open book for me.
"Mother, Father, will you excuse us. Please." They nod and leave the room. I stand up while Edward sits on the couch and hangs his head a little. "My father is the best doctor around. He knew how to get that kind of stuff out of you. To clean your system. The cocaine would have seriously damaged your stomach if we hadn't had gotten it out, so really you should be thanking me." My jaw drops at his words.
Should I be thanking him?
"Edward, I don't think that you understand me here. You took me to a place where nobody but you knows where I am. I could have been killed. Nobody would have ever known." Some of what I had said was making a point. I could see the realization dawning on his face. "Then you have me puke my guts out with a doctor. Who I don't even know if he is a real doctor. I should be thanking you?" I did actually, in my head. But I wasn't going to tell him that. "This is majorly creepy and I really need to be heading home now. So if I could have my keys back that would be great."
I hold out my hand and Edward digs the keys out of his pocket and hands them to me. His hand lingering on mine a little longer than they should. Just under the skin, I can feel a small undercurrent, that I missed immediately when he broke contact. That left me feeling confused.
"I'll walk you out," he said quietly. "I was just trying to help, Jasper. I am sorry. I did not mean to overstep my boundaries." We stopped as he opens the front door for me. "Sorry because I have witnessed first hand what drugs can and will do. How it affects...people. It's not pretty. I only wanted you to be okay." I can feel the sincerity rolling off him. I accepted his apology with just a nod. It may take a few days for me to really forgive him. I want to now, but I don't trust this feeling. I think that we can be really good friends in the future, but not if he keeps this kind of creepy shit up. "Don't worry Jasper, I won't do this kind of thing again."
"Yeah man. Let's hang out sometime, see you at school." With that, I walked out the front door.
Once I was in Mike's old SUV, I decided to stop by Jessica's house. Just in case all didn't work out how I thought would.
Then again, if it didn't work out well, he probably wouldn't still be at her house at five o'clock in the morning. Yeah, he'll be fine. I should leave him there anyway just to get back at him for putting cocaine in my drink.
I drive my way home, park the car, and go to my room to play Sudoku because there is no way that I am going to be able to go back to sleep after a nightmare like that happened.
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