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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!

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"Everything alright, Son?" My father handed me a beer he'd taken out of the fridge. We were on the back deck relaxing after eating that huge dinner my mother had spent all evening preparing. I was stuffed to the hilt, and had given Mom a promise to polish off a bowl of her peach pie and vanilla ice cream later on. James was still upstairs sulking, probably trying to keep from doing something incredibly stupid. I was so over his sorry ass. I didn't give a rat's tight ass what he did. Rosie and the boys were helping Mom with the dishes and finishing their dessert.

"What do you mean, Dad?" I asked, sitting in a chair next to him and taking a sip of my Corona. Dad sipped his as well, keeping his eyes on me. He held the beer in his mouth for a moment, and then swallowed it.

"Jasper, you're my son. Never underestimate me, kiddo." He said as-a-matter-of-factly.

I tried to play dumb. "Dad, what are you talking about?"

He took another long swig of his beer.

"Jasper, my prince, I've known you since the day you were born. I knew you before you knew yourself. You can't hide anything from me."

I shifted nervously in my seat and focused my eyes on the wooden beams of the porch. I drank more of the beer. We were silent for a few minutes before he spoke again.

"Jasper, please look at me, son." He said, stroking the back of my hand. I couldn't do it. I was just too embarrassed and afraid to let him know what was going on. James was upstairs and with Uncle Michael on his way, he and Dad would beat James to a pulp if I let the cat out of the bag now. I shook my legs and bit down on my lip to try to prevent my tears from spilling over. It was pointless. They fell anyway and I caved a little. My breath hitched in my throat and I shook my leg faster to try to calm myself.

My father sat his beer down, and pushed his chair as far in front of mine as he could. We were sitting so close I could feel his breath on my face. He cupped my face between his hands, and stroked my tears away with his thumbs just as he'd done so many times when I was a child. I turned my face inward into the palms of his hands and cried for what seemed like an eternity, although it was only for a few minutes.

"Jasper, talk to me. Let me help you." He pleaded. I didn't have to look into his eyes to know that he was consumed by my pain. I heard hurt in his voice. "What's wrong, son?"

I took a few seconds to calm myself, still sniffling and trying to gain control before James happened to wander back downstairs. While I was done caring about him, I did not want a big scene tonight.

"Dad, nothing is wrong, okay." I lied, wiping my face.

"Jasper, please don't keep lying to me." He pleaded softly. "I can't help you if you don't tell me the truth."

I stared at him but his face was almost unrecognizable through the tears in my eyes. I felt saliva pooling at the sides of my mouth as I tried to say something to him.

"Dad…I…" I shook my head.

"What is he doing do you, son? You can tell me." He ran his hands up and down my arms to comfort me. "Is he hurting you?"

I felt my eyes bulge when he said that. "Dad-" I hesitated. "James-"

"I swear by God, if that son of a bitch is putting his fucking hands on you Jasper, I will put his bitch ass on the ground."

Just as I'd expected.

I did the only thing that I could think was right to do. I lied to protect my father. There was no way I could live with myself if he went to jail tonight for hurting James, the man who was supposed to be my loving husband.

"Dad, it's nothing like that." He wasn't buying a word of my lies.

"Jasper-"

"Dad, James and I are just having some problems, but nothing we can't work out."

He looked at me like I had fangs. "Jazz, I don't buy that for a second. "

I shook my head in pretend denial. "It's true Dad."

He balled up his fists and took turns punching each palm of his hands. He was becoming more and more furious by the passing minute.

"Dad, James and I had an argument earlier today about us coming here." I lied. "He didn't want to come and he was angry that everyone was threatening to come to Forks. He felt like he was being forced to come here."

He still didn't look convinced.

"Dad we just had a bad fight about that, and ever since then he's been very upset with me."

He shook his head. "Jasper you must think I'm crazy."

"Dad! We'll work it out. It's no big deal." I squeezed his hands in mine. "Please, Dad. Just let it go. I'm home. Everyone will be here soon and I want to enjoy them. I don't want another argument with James."

He shook his head again. "Un-fucking-believable!" He gave me the most serious look he could muster, the one he used to give me to let me know he meant business about something. "Jasper?"

"I promise, Dad, it will go away. It's no problem."

I wish.

"Then why are you crying, prince?" His eyes were glazed with sadness. "I don't believe you son. I think that bastard is hurting you and you are afraid to tell me. What has he done? Did he threaten you? Did he hit you and scare you into silence?"

I shook my head to deny his questions. "No, Dad." The unbelievable lies continued.

"Then what did he do to you son?"

"Nothing, Dad." I stood up and walked to the edge of the deck. "He didn't do anything."

He came over to stand next to me. He spun me around to face him and crossed his arm over his chest. "Jasper, listen to me. I will only say this once and then I'm going to leave this alone, okay?"

I nodded.

"Jasper, I'm nobody's fool. Don't take me to be one."

"I'm not-"

He raised his hand to stop me then folded his arms again. "I know that fucker is beating on you. There's no doubt in my mind about that. I know he is controlling because I've seen that, but I also know that he's been abusing you. Now Jasper, I raised you to be your own man and make your own decisions. I can't do that for you. I can't live your life for you. I don't stand in the way of anything you choose as right or wrong for Jasper. However, having said that, I tell you this by God in heaven. If and when I find out from your mouth that that motherfucker has hurt you, I will bury his ass. You know me well enough to know that I mean that. I won't stand for it Jasper. He might think he's bad enough to beat you behind closed doors, but I will lay his ass down in a heartbeat. I won't do it otherwise. I respect you as a man, and I will respect your request to let this rest. "

My eyes were almost popping out of their sockets. "Dad-"

"Don't Dad me, Jasper. I mean what I say. Now I won't pester you about this again. Whenever you're ready, you know where to find me. In the meanwhile, I will continue to ignore him because I swear it is taking legions to keep me from tagging his punk ass every time I see him."

I tried to steady my leg to keep it from shaking. I was so nervous, mostly for James. I knew that if my father found out about James, it was not going to end well at all. That's why I was desperately hoping that Rose would be able to disinvite Edward from that party tomorrow night. I couldn't allow James to go off and create a scene…or a bloodbath.

"Daddy…" Oh man, my mind was slipping. It had been years since I called him that. "I meant, Dad, everything is okay. Don't worry."

When he heard me called him daddy, his eyes were the ones that filled with tears this time. He looked at me with the love only a father could give his son. He truly loved me and cared for me. He was bearing conflicting emotions. On one hand, he was excited to have me home and wanted to enjoy every moment. On the other hand, he felt angry that I was lying to protect James and sad because I was tying his hands so he couldn't help me. He balled his bottom lip and bowed his chin to his chest. I saw tears drop from his cheeks to his hand.

"Dad, please don't cry." I step to him and wrapped my arms around his waist. I rested my head on his chest like I used to do when I was a little boy. He embraced me and we stayed that way for a while.

I pulled back from him and wiped my eyes. "Thank you, Dad. I love you too."

Wiping his own face, he turned his head in the direction of the house when we heard James ask my mother where I was. I immediately started shivering and dried my face on my shirt. Not that I could hide anything. My eyes were puffy from all of the crying. My little nervous fit didn't escape my father's watchful eye either.

"See, that right there tells me you are in some serious trouble. You see how you just reacted when you heard his voice? You're afraid that if he sees you out here talking to me, he will hurt you."

"It's not that, Dad." More lies.

"Whatever, Jasper. You just let me know when you want to tell me the truth about what he's doing to you. Once you do, I'll take care of that bitch for you."

"That's not necessary, Dad. Really."

"Hmmm…whenever you're ready."

My mother stepped onto the deck with two more beers in her hands. She looked at our distraught faces and handed them to us. "You guys okay out here?"

We took them from her. My father looked from me to her and back at me. "We're great, sweetheart. We're just talking and happy to see each other. You know, we're catching up after such a long time."

"Hmmm." She looked at us suspiciously. She didn't believe any of that. She walked over to me and gave me a kiss on my cheeks and then did the same for my father. "As you were, gentleman."

She turned and walked back into the house. I was glad that my father was discreet. She would have definitely tried to get a piece James, which would have sent a declaration for war. We sat back down and forgot about James inside the house. I was sure he was going to be angry that I was out here talking to my father. I didn't care anymore. I didn't care what he thought or did. I just wanted peace of mind.

We rested in comfortable silence until we heard the doorbell ring, and the sound of the Brenns filling the house. My heart seemed to forget about my painful session with my father on the deck when I heard my dearest, lifelong friend ask, "Where's my Jazzy?"

A/N: Jasper's father has suspected all along that something is going on. Often times with abuse situations, the victim is afraid to ask for help even when it is from family and people they trust. Sometimes family members want to help and will try to reach out, but only to be rejected by the victims. Sometimes the victims will try to protect their abusers, and as in Jasper's case, try to protect family members from one thing or another. Abuse and DV is a complex cycle. Jasper is on the verge of leaving but right now he's confused. He doesn't even know how he's going to pull it off. All he knows is that he has to get out soon, and that he will not be returning to his life in Forks. He wants help, but he wants to get out without anyone he loves getting hurt. This is normal behavior for victims.

I am glad that JP had enough insight to be able to see and hear his son's cry for help. I love Jasper's father in this story. In the Twilight series we know little about his father, and this is how I envision his father to have been. Someone strong, courageous, and yet loving and caring and protective of his family. He convinced me that he is going to stomp a mud hole in James' ass once he finds out. LOL. I sure hope Reggie is at that party to keep him, Michael, Liz, Kevin, and Rosie from killing James…even if he does deserve it! With all of those folks in the mix, someone is bound to be casket ready! Yeah, Reggie definitely needs to be at that party! Hang on! There's more to come.

Alright next up Kevin…and eventually the party. Thanks for leaving your valuable feedback. I appreciate it.