Warning: This story is intended for an adult MA audience only. Contains crude language, adult content, adult related themes, sexual relationship between two men: SLASH. If this is not for you, please don't read. If you are under 18 stop reading now!

Jasper's POV

Edward Cullen…WOW! Just WOW! God help me but the sight of him was enough to make me cum in pants. I immediately felt my pants tighten as my erection grew. My breath hitched in my throat and I quickly returned his nod. I washed my hands, thanking God it took the water a couple of minutes to warm up. I listened to him relieving himself like a silent voyeur. That man was too sexy for his own good.

I was drying my hands when he came out. I was suddenly embarrassed by the reason why I was here. He obviously wasn't here for something as degrading and demoralizing as domestic abuse. I was mortified at the thought of this fine specimen even knowing that I'd been stupid enough to fall into James' mess. He was the hot son of a hot doctor! What did I look like lusting after him? What gave me the right to even think I could? Besides, I'd already made my choice with James. He was still my husband. I gave him another quick nod and left. Before he could even come out of the bathroom, I'd vanished with the wind.

I loathed my life. I dreaded waking up in the mornings. There more days than a little that I wished I was dead. James, who had once been my world, was now my pending demise. I knew this. Dr. Cullen and Angela knew this. After seeing Dr. Cullen's son, I knew that there was so much more that life could offer me. His son looked liked he had everything he wanted from life. Unlike me, who need fucking permission to go by eggs from the damn grocery store! I had to find a way out of this hell hole. Thank God I didn't have any attachments to James other than that ring. It would be easy to walk away from that.

I knew if I was going to get out, I would have to do it soon. James had recently been entertaining the idea of using a surrogate to carry our children. The thought of that made me want to hurl. There was no way I could let that happened. He'd informed me that he wanted me to be the donor for all of our children. One of his sisters, whom I'd never met, had apparently agreed to donate her eggs so that the baby would biologically related to both of us. The baby would already be mine, and he'd just legally adopt it after birth so he could claim his stake. I didn't dare disagree or offer counter suggestions.

If only James could love me the way I wanted him to. I would love to have children with him. I had always wanted children…at least three, but there was no way I could father any children while I was living in this mess.

Maybe someday…if I decide to leave James…Ugh! I don't know.

He'd often told me how beautiful I was and that I would make beautiful children for him. I knew that was just another ploy to keep me under his control. He must have suspected that at some point I might attempt to escape his imprisonment, so he figured that if we got "pregnant," I would stay with him. He was correct. He knew how badly I wanted children. He also knew that there was no way in hell I would leave our marriage without my child and there was no way he would allow me to take his child. Therefore, by all manner of deduction, I would be forced to stay with him…at least until the kids were grown.

I had no doubt that James was capable of loving a baby. Underneath all the vile, I believed that he was a great person…maybe. I don't know. I find myself so confused these days. He can be so mean and cruel, yet so loving at the same time. He was sending me mixed messages and I rarely knew what was right or wrong with him. If he truly wanted to get back at me or force me to stay, he would love that baby on purpose and get it attached to him so that he would always be a part of my life. He knew my heart would not want our baby to be away from him…unless he was hurting it, then I would gladly give my life trying to defend it. My needs wouldn't matter at all. He was banking on this level of commitment and that's why he was starting to bring up the subject of children again. I couldn't let that happen.

I sped through the forest sure that no one had followed me. I stopped by Fred's, our local grocer, on the way home to pick up the items that James wanted for dinner. Luckily, it wasn't that much stuff. James wasn't a very big eater, but he had very refined palate. I spoke to Fred, the owner and his wife, Linda, and remembered that I'd left something off of the list.

I hurried to the back of the store to retrieve my items. I knew I had to hurry now because if dinner wasn't ready when James came home, my ass was dead. I had to keep him in a good mood. I couldn't stand to take another beating like the one I had taken this morning. With my milk and eggs in my hands, I spun around on my heels, almost knocking the breath out of Dr. Cullen's stunning son.

I stared up at him, biting back a scream from the force of his shoulder hitting my bruises. "I am so sorry." I immediately apologized. I must have looked like a scared kitten. "I didn't see you there. Please, forgive me."

He flashed me another brilliant smile. I swear his teeth were absolutely perfect. He was dazzling. "It's cool. No harm done."

I returned his smiled once again feeling inferior to him. I didn't know why. I didn't even know him. Nothing about him at all…

He extended his hand out to me. "I'm Edward. I just saw you at the hospital."

I shifted my items and took his hand in my own. My calloused hands must have felt like sandpiper against his smooth skin. He was warm and open and definitely had his father's personality.

"Yeah, in the bathroom. You must be Dr. Cullen's son. I'm Jasper." There was no way I was going to tell him my last name. I didn't trust him like that. Besides we were in this store where people knew James and me. They knew we were married. I had to get out of here in a hurry. If word got back to James that I was in this store with another man, my parents would be attending my funeral…if they could find my body.

He gave me a sexy little laugh. "Yes, I'm one of two. I have an older brother, Emmett, and a sister Alice. What gave it away?"

I grinned. "You look just like him. Plus I saw you talking to him at the hospital so I assumed you were his."

He nodded and chuckled to himself. "I take that as a compliment. I've been told my father is a handsome man." He winked at me. "Do you live around here, Jasper?"

I saw red. I couldn't tell him where I live. James would be holy pissed if I gave someone our address. God I hated living my life in fear. "Um…on the outskirts."

"Hmm." He paused for a moment, giving me a chance to high-tail my ass out of this store before I got caught. "Well it was nice to meet you, Jasper. I hope I bump into you again. I'm here on break visiting my parents. It's nice to take a vacation once in a while."

"Break?" I asked almost absentmindedly.

"Yeah, we're on fall break at UW."

"Oh, you go to UW?" I asked, suddenly interested and wondering if he knew Paul and Jacob.

He nodded in affirmation. "Yep…much to my father's displeasure."

"He wanted you to go somewhere else?"

"Oh yeah." He grinned. "He went to Yale. Emmett went to Harvard. Alice is hell bent on Duke. So I was supposed to follow their predictability. I never fit into their little jell-o molds." He laughed again and I willed my dick not to tent my pants at that beautiful sound.

"UW ranks number one on the US list of prestigious medical schools for primary care. I would think Dr. Cullen would be thrilled about that." I couldn't imagine Dr. Cullen not being proud of Edward for going there.

"And you would be correct…on both of those points." We started walking back to the counter. I heard Fred talking to other customers so I knew he'd pushed my other items to the side so I wouldn't hold up the line. "Since UW is at least a three to four hour drive from here, depending on the amount of lead in your shoe, I can only assume that you are visiting too?"

Edward must have already purchased some gas or something because I didn't see anything in his hand. That meant he purposely came to the back of the store where I was, with no intention of buying anything. I handed Fred my money and finished paying for my items, pleading with my eyes not to mention this to James if he saw him. He nodded. I knew he wouldn't say anything.

Fred had witnessed an outburst of sorts between James and me one time. One night James and I had stopped by the store on the way home. He asked me to go in and grab a few items. Well, while I was in there I ran into Seth, another good pal from UW. We were talking and James saw us through the window. Luckily Seth was in his car before James decided that I'd disrespected him enough in public and decided to get out of the car and check me.

He flew into the store and came to the back where I was and snatched me up by collar. He seemed to have forgotten that Fred was watching us because he slung all kinds of insults at me, yelling about me being his god-damn husband and that I would show him some respect. Fred had asked us politely to pay for our stuff and leave. When I got back in the car, before we could even pull out of the parking lot, James reached over to the passenger side where I sat, locked my arms so I couldn't block my face, and starting slapping me repeatedly. As we pulled off, I saw Fred watching from the window with a sad look on his face. I never heard anymore of that incident so he must have kept quiet…probably for my sake.

"Um, no. I'm not visiting. I used to go to UW, but not anymore." I offered as we walked toward the door. I really had to get out of there.

"Oh. Well maybe you'll return soon." There was that dazzling Cullen charm again. I began to forget about the time again. "It was nice to meet you Jasper." We walked outside and I noticed that he was driving a Volvo C30. He noticed I was walking. "Can I give you a lift home, Jasper?"

Are you freaking kidding me? Oh my God this is so embarrassing! Oh curse James for taking the keys to that Aston Martin. He'd taken the Jaguar to work, but he could have at least let me keep the keys to the other car instead of trying to keep me under his thumb. Shit what am I thinking? James would murder me for even thinking about touching that vehicle. I am so ashamed. Not to mention this was one of the days I'd decided to bum my clothes. Forget James killing me for not having on decent clothes. I should kill myself!

"Um, that's okay. I enjoy walking. It helps me stay in shape." Besides if James came home and saw you there, we'd both be dead.

He opened his door and smiled again. "Oh, so that's how you do it?" He winked at me.

Okay so my gaydar was already going off with this dude when we were in the store, but there was no mistaking the he was complementing me…in a I-think-you're-fine-as-hell kind of way.

Not to brag, but I stayed in decent shape because I worked out during the day when James was at work. He liked to keep me lean, easy to handle, but firm and muscular. He didn't want me to lanky so he made sure to keep plenty of protein shakes in the house plus state of the art gym equipment so that I could stay buff for him…but not too buff. He didn't want me to be able to kick his ass. As if I would get to that point anyway…I would have to gain more weight to bulk up like that, and James wasn't hearing that. He needed to be able to throw my ass around, so he bulked up so even more than I did.

I blushed red. He knew I picked up the hint. "Well, I guess I better get going." I was glad that I'd taken my sturdy reusable grocery bag. I would have hated to have to walk all the way with flimsy plastic or paper bags. "Nice to meet you too." I turned on my heels to leave.

"Your husband is a lucky man." His voice seemed to have a whimsical chime to it. I abruptly stopped.

What the holy fuck?

I turned back around to see him. Had Dr. Cullen told him about me? No he wouldn't do that. Besides the fact that he was super nice and genuinely cared, he was bound by doctor-patient confidentiality laws.

As if reading my mind, he smirked. "I saw the ring mark on your finger." I was going to have to remember to put some makeup over that damn thing. "And since you haven't punched me to the ground yet, I'm assuming that the person who gave you that is a man. Correct?"

Damn!

I recovered quickly. I couldn't show any signs that I was currently disgusted with my husband. There was no way I could even let him in on the fact that I was letting James abuse me.

"Um..." I stammered over my words. We both laughed and I was sure I was blushing red. My face felt like it was on fire. "Um…yeah. I have a husband…who is probably not going to be a happy camper if he's hungry when he gets home and there's no food ready."

He grinned. "In that case you should really come along for a ride." I blushed redder at his little innuendo. I smiled and willed my face to cool off. That clearly told me that he was very much gay and definitely a top. I had no doubt that he was an amazing one at that. "Home, I mean."

We both laughed. It was amazing how easy it was to laugh with this complete stranger. "And he definitely wouldn't appreciate coming home and seeing me get out of another's man's car." I shook my head, still laughing mostly to myself.

If you only knew the truth in that statement.

"Well, I certainly don't need a black eye. I think I need to live long enough to at least enjoy one dinner with my folks." He gave me another blinding smile. "Besides, I really should get going too. My mother is dying to see me." He opened the door to his Volvo. "Hopefully I'll see you again, Jasper. I don't have very many friends here in Forks since we've all graduated and left home. It'll be nice to have someone to talk to besides my pesky little sister."

I just nodded and smiled. There was absolutely no way James would allow me to hang out with him. I felt so sad all of a sudden but refused to show it. I just kept smiling so this handsome man wouldn't remotely sense just how bad I wished I could go home with him and stay forever.

It would be nice to have a friend to hang out with. My best childhood friend, Kevin, lived in New York and I hadn't seen in forever. My heart was so heavy and I was thankful that he got in his car and left before I started crying. He sped off, leaving me standing there longing for things I couldn't have. He sure had a love for speed; there was no doubt about that. I felt a familiar ache in my crotch when I thought about him translating that speed to more private activities.

Snap out of it Jasper! That man doesn't want you. He doesn't need a weak little punk like you. He definitely wouldn't be attracted to someone who was willfully being somebody's little bitch!

There was no way James would allow me to befriend Edward Cullen. He would take one look at Edward and chain me to the wall downstairs in the basement to keep me from ever seeing him again. Edward was a god-babe which made me wonder why he was coming on to me. There had to be a ton of men and women who were throwing themselves at his feet. Well, at least he was respectful once he found out I was married. That spoke volumes about his character. That wasn't a surprise though being that he was Dr. Carlisle Cullen's son. I couldn't imagine him rearing his children as anything less than desirable.

"You better be getting on home, Jasper." I hadn't even realized that Fred had come out of the store. "I'm sure James will be getting off work soon." I looked at him with a heavy heart. If one person in this world knew of my personal hell, he did. No other person in Forks had experienced it like he had.

"I don't know how to leave, Fred. I'm scared to death. I'm so afraid of him and even though he seems to downright hate me at times, I made vows to him." I dropped my head and sighed knowing full well I wouldn't be able to leave James.

"Part of me wants to honor those vows and believe he's going to get well. He's just sick right now. He's going through a rough time. I don't know what's inside of him that makes him do the things that he does, but he just needs to get help. Then he will be the James that I fell in love with."

He rubbed my arm. "Jasper listen to me, son. You're a great kid. Very respectful and you're bright. That Cullen boy comes from good stock and will do you proud. I might be old but I'm not stupid. That boy has eyes for you." I blushed again. "I saw the way he looked at you. I know you saw it too. Jasper you deserve better than that scoundrel James. You deserve someone who's going to love you and care for you and take care of you, son." His voice sounded so sincere. I was also impressed by his nonjudgmental and supportive attitude towards my sexual preference. "James will never change, Jasper. You must understand that. You need to find a way to leave him Jasper before he hurts you real bad."

I nodded, tears staining my cheeks. "If I go home to Seattle, I'm scared he'll do something to my parents or to my sister Rosalie. He's threatened them to me before. He told me he'll kill me. Fred you just don't understand. I-"

"You're right Jasper, I don't understand. Any of it! But what I do understand is that if you don't leave James Hale, he will bury you. Now if you don't remember anything else I've told you, you remember that. I've been around for a long time Jasper. I know his type. That man is the devil. He is evil and even worse he's jealous over you. He will stop at nothing to keep you all to himself. I just pray you'll find the strength to see the light at the end and follow it."

"Fred, no matter what he's done, it's hard to walk away. It's so complicated and confusing. I was young when I met him and he has been the only man that I ever loved. I fell hard for him and I don't know how to break free. I just want him to change so things could be like they use to be."

Fred sighed and squeezed my shoulder, shaking his head. He looked directly into my eyes. "Find a way to leave."

I nodded through my tears. He gave me a big hug. "Thanks Fred. I am going to try."

"Good boy. I will be here with my shotgun if you need me." He pulled up his pants, cocky as hell. I couldn't help but laugh.

"Thanks. I'll remember that. Well I better get going so I can get home and get this dinner done."

He hugged me again.

"Thanks again." I whispered and turned and headed back home.

James always checked on my daily activities every day. I had to give him a play-by-play of every move I made during the day. I was sure he was going to want to know what I had been doing all day. I had told him that I was going to the grocery store and would be home in no time. I hadn't counted on stopping by the hospital. If there was a God anywhere in the cosmic universe, I prayed he or she would have intervened with James calling the house phone while I was gone. If I wasn't there to answer that phone, the whipping I'd taken that morning would pale in comparison to the one he'd give me when he got home.

A/N: Well there you have it. Edward and Jasper meet for the first time…I want to do so much more with this story but I'm just not feeling that the response is there. Maybe I'm feeling this more than my readers are. LOL. The next chapter we see James. What will happen to Jasper when his husband comes back home. Read on…the next chapter shows the nature of the love-hate in an abusive relationship. Education-the abuser will often abuse his/her victim, then gift them gifts etc to "make up" for what they have done. Let's see what happens next. You might be surprised.

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