Sorry that it took a while to update. I'm finding it difficult to concentrate on typing. I blame my Xbox and MW3 for that. Plus, my rats have had all the attention because yesterday wass three of my rats 1st birthday. (I'm not crazy, I just love them to bits). On the downside though, one of my older ones are ill.

Anyway, this chapter is just a filler, nothing exciting..

Disclaimer: I do not own twilight.

Alice's POV

Jasper was soon back in our room as he sat on the edge of our bed with his elbows leaning on his knees while his head was in his hands. Carlisle had decided to let him go for now but he wasn't finished with him. He had planned to speak to him again tomorrow. Now it was time to make all his anxiety disappear with my comfort. But then again, lately I haven't been able to comfort him the way I usually do.

I kneeled on the bed, sitting close behind him. I ran my hand down his spine a few times but stopped once I realised that it was having no affect on him. I then brought my lips to the back of his neck and kissed it slowly. He showed no signs of feeling that either.

"Jazz, say something" I begged.

He must have known that I pretty much saw the conversation he had with Carlisle but considering not much was said, he still felt like there was something to be ashamed of. My hands began to focus on his blond curls as I stroke his soft hair. He shook his head and moved off the bed, finally showing me signs that he was still in there.

"Don't" he warned.

"Don't what?" I questioned, unsure of what he was talking about.

"Don't do that. Stop trying to make me feel better" he answered.

I got off the bed and walked closer to him and put my hand on his cheek as I stroked it with my thumb.

"I want to make you feel better, Jazz. What can I do to help you?" I asked him, desperate for an answer.

I wanted to help him so badly. I was his mate for crying out loud. I should be helping him. What kind of person would I be if I just sat there and watched him suffer? It was my mission to find out what was the cause of all this. Well I already knew it was Maria but I wanted specific answers. I wanted to know what she did to him that destroyed him so much. I just wanted to hunt that bitch down and get answers out of her before ripping her damn head off. He looked away without an answer but I wasn't giving up just yet.

"Is this why you don't take your shirt off in front of me anymore?" I questioned.

I could tell that he wanted to look at me again but avoided it. It meant that I was right. He had been afraid of me seeing his arms; and there I was thinking that he had gone back to his self conscious phrase again about his scars.

"I'm sorry" he whispered.

I pulled him into a hug and he slowly returned it but with a tight squeeze. He was so desperate for my comfort and I wanted nothing more than to give it to him. He laid a few gentle kisses on my neck while calming my emotions so that I wouldn't feel worried about him.

"It's okay, baby. Everything is going to be alright, I promise" I cooed as my hands found his hair again. "You just need to open up a bit more, Jazz. Open up to me" I coaxed.

He pulled back a little to look at me curiously.

"How?" He asked so quietly it was barely a whisper.

There were plenty of ways but most of them involved him speaking and I could tell that right now, he wasn't in the mood to say anymore about her, or even think about her. I couldn't blame him. Seeing how much she had affected him was difficult for me so the thought of him actually having to go through that practically killed him inside and I hate her so much for that.

Instead, I thought of another idea to help him that didn't involve words but would be just as difficult. I pressed my lips against his own to let him know that he could trust me before I focus on his buttoned up shirt.

"Trust me" I whispered meaningfully.

My fingers started off undoing the top button slowly before moving onto the second. Jasper made no move to stop me so I carried on while his eyes were glued to the floor. It was when I had unbuttoned his whole shirt when he finally tensed.

"You don't have to hide them from me anymore" I gently reassured.

All that was exposed were the scars on his chest that had been caused during his time with Maria. I just had to prepare myself to see what damage he had done to himself. I had already seen a few of them when I saw him hurting himself a few hours before but not all of them. Before I went any further, I kissed him on the lips again to boost his confidence. He looked up so his eyes could gaze into mine and it made me realise how scared he was. He didn't want me to see them but he knew that it was for the best. Despite looking so hesitant, he stood still and waited for me.

I took this chance to slowly remove his shirt as I slide the sleeves off his arms. As expected, there were scars there too but not all of them were old. In fact; most of them were very recent. I was still mad at myself for not finding this out any sooner but I had to hide that otherwise he would think that I was angry with him. The badly ripped flesh wound was already healing well but a few of the bite marks further up his arm were too old to save.

Jasper was trying to look anywhere but his scarred body or me. I knew that he was feeling very ashamed of himself and I hated that he felt like that. I held both of his hands and brought one of them up to my lips as I kiss the back of it. I then lower my lips to his wrist where a few of his scars lay and kissed them too. It caught Jasper's attention as he watched me curiously.

Once I had finished with his left arm, I moved on to his right; not wanting to miss a single scar. I remember doing something familiar with him the first time we made love just to prove to him that his scars didn't bother me. They were part of who he was but that doesn't mean that I wanted him to keep adding to his collection. I just wanted him to stop hurting himself. When I was done with his right arm, I lowered them but my hand remained in his. I went back to kissing him again which he accepted without any hesitation.

Our lips began to mould together as he suddenly pushed me onto the bed so that now he was above me. My hands moved into his hair whereas one of his hands were on my cheek as he continued to deepen the kiss as his tongue made its way through my mouth.

I copied the action so that both of our tongues were battling each others for dominance. But as soon as I lowered my hands to his waist, he pulled back, looking apologetic.

"Not now. Not while Edward is here" he said doubtfully.

Jasper was probably the only one who cared about Edward's whereabouts when it came to 'alone time'. I wasn't sure if it was an insecure thing or just another excuse to avoid me but I listened anyway.

"Okay" I nodded.

Jasper returned to the bed again but this time he was lying on his back right next to me as his eyes gazed into mine. This was one of the ways that made me realise how much he loved me. It was his eyes that showed so much emotion which is why I loved it when he looked at me like that. It reminded me of how special he is and how special he makes me feel.

I cuddled up closer to him, making myself feel a lot more comfortable. Jasper was radiating love although I didn't need his gift to remind me how much he loved me. I ran my fingers up and down his chest as Jasper closed his eyes. It made me feel happy because it meant that he was actually feeling relaxed and it has been so long until he has felt that way.

"I love you" I whispered to him.

A small smile appeared at his mouth which was followed by his eyes opening again as his head turned to look at me again.

"I love you too" he whispered back.

I am so sorry for the short chapter. The next one will be longer, I promise!

My next story update will be 'silent boy' which will be either tomorrow or the day after so if you are reading that, heads up.

Next chapter will contain flashbacks so the sooner you review, the sooner you will find out how evil Maria can be. Besides, I am currently very depressed and reviews are like my anti depressant so...

You know what to do!