Okay, here's chapter two. This chapter contains Edward's point of view, so I hope you enjoy his side of the story for a bit. :)

Just to repeat myself, again: This chapter contains a flashback of rape scene, if you don't want to read that scene, skip the first italicized part.

Disclaimer: If I owned the rights to the Twilight franchise, I'd have better things to do than watch mtv in my pajamas on a Friday night. But I don't, obviously.

Enjoy!

Chapter Two

JPOV

"Shut up, you filthy little shit!"

The gag tied around my mouth cut in as I struggled. I could hear his laughing above me as I lay on the ground. A kick to the ribs made me cry out in pain.

"Shut the fuck up! What did I tell you about crying? You're pathetic. You deserve this."

The smell of rum hung thick in the air. I hated him. I hated that he did this me. I tried to kick him away as he ripped my jeans down painfully, but he was too strong.

"Don't. Please."

The gag muffled my cries as he pushed my legs apart and held them down. I was naked and crying on the floor of the basement and he was laughing.

"Why shouldn't I? You deserve this, everything I do to you, you bring on yourself."

He raised his switchblade knife in front of my face. Even in the dull light, the blade glistened. He put it to my chest and pressed down. It bit into my skin, igniting a line of fire as he pulled it down toward were he sat between my legs. Screaming through the gag, I felt him rid himself of his jeans.

"Please… please…don't"

Tears soaked my cheeks as he pushed himself forward between my legs. Pushing himself into me. I lay still and sob, knowing there's nothing I can do, as he begins to thrust. The pain in my chest and where he violates me is excruciating, making me weak. The pain makes it feel like hours, though in my head I know it is nowhere near that long.

He gives a final grunt and releases, pulling himself out of my trembling body. Recovering, he stands up and looks at me in disgust. I don't blame him. I would look at me like that to. Pathetic. Weak.

Taking a sobbing breath, I take solace in the fact that I survived this again.

"You disgust me. And I'm going to punish you for all that fucking crying."

He gets down in front of me and I sob harder. Not again. I can't survive this again. He repeats his motions and pushes hard into me. I cry out in agony.

"No, no. Please… not again... please Dad."

A jolt to my body wakes me.

My head is in panic mode.

"Don't touch me! Don't fucking touch me!" My body is tangled in my bed sheets, they're holding me. Suffocating me.

"Jazz! Jazz, you have to calm down, there is no one here to hurt you. You're safe."

His voice is muffled in my ears as though he is far away. I can feel my chest constrict, as my breathing accelerates.

You deserve this. A voice rings in my head, mumbling any other thoughts. I have to get away, but I can't move. My body is frozen, my mind racing.

I can't breathe.

I can't move.

He is going to hurt me again.

The scene replays over and over in my head.

The pain, oh god the pain. I can it feel it. It spreads through my limbs and my body as strangled sobs wrack my chest. My body is conflicting with my head. It lies still, curling in on itself, while my mind is screaming at it to run. My head feels dizzy as my breath comes in short, rapid bursts.

"Jasper. You have to listen to me. It was only a dream. Nothing is going to hurt you, I'm here."

I hear his words - it was only a dream. They echo in my head and how I wish they were true. But it's not a dream. It's a memory. One of many that I try my hardest to suppress.

EPOV

I lay staring at the ceiling, my head not shutting up long enough for me to sleep. My thoughts are swirling, gnawing at the edge of my conscience, repeating the same thing over and over.

Jasper

I'm worried about him. He's been acting odd all week. He always says he is fine when I ask him, but he isn't fooling me. And this afternoon when I caught him looking at his scars in the mirror, he looked so broken. I wish I could just keep him next to me, where he would be out of harm's way.

Sighing, I rolled onto my side to look at Jasper sleeping beside me. He looks so peaceful and content when he sleeps. I wish he had that look all the time.

Standing up off the bed and walking to the window, I let out a sigh. Everyone is always saying how smart Edward is, how 'perfect' Edward is. How smart can I really be if I can't even help my best friend?

Looking back over to the bed as I heard Jasper stir, thinking maybe I had woken him, I see his face twist as though he is in pain. His body contorts and he lets out a whimper.

Oh shit.

I realised what was happening just as Jasper let out a scream. Jumping back on to the bed, I wrapped his shaking frame in my arms.

"Don't touch me! Don't fucking touch me!"

His eyes open and I see nothing but panic in the blue orbs. Since I've known Jasper he has had numerous panic attacks, I guess he has stopped taking his meds again.

"Jazz! Jazz, you have to calm down, there is no one here to hurt you. You're safe," Clutching his sobbing body close to my chest, I whispered into his ear, trying to get him to calm down. "Jasper. You have to listen to me. It was only a dream. Nothing is going to hurt you, I'm here."

I feel his breathing accelerate. Jasper still struggles against me as I hold him. I know from experience what I need to do. Grabbing his arms, I turn myself to sit behind him. Holding his struggling hands at the wrists, I speak into his ear. "Jasper, listen to me. Look in front of you. What do you see? Tell me."

"I-I see, um, I see my room." I can hear the struggle in his voice as he tries to regain control.

"Be more specific." I hate doing this to him, but it's the only way he will snap out of it.

"I see… my desk… m-my laptop…" he continues to list off objects in the room until I am satisfied that his breathing is relatively back to normal. Releasing his wrists, I sit myself back in front of him on the bed.

"Jazz?" I'm not sure what I'm asking, but as he looks around the room, trying hard not to meet my eyes, I know that right now he is vulnerable.

"The moon is really big tonight…" he says looking out the window, his voice barely above a whisper. I know he is trying to change the subject, and I let it go. He's been through too much tonight for me to be on his back.

"Yeah, I think it's a full moon tomorrow…" the light of the moon shines through the window, illuminating the room, casting light on Jasper's pensive face. There is a moment's silence, which is broken only by wolves howling in the distance. "Do you want to go for a drive?" I figure that he probably won't want to go back to sleep after this whole ordeal, and frankly I don't want him to have another nightmare. I hate seeing him in so much pain.

"Yeah… yeah, I do…" he deftly stands up off the bed, pulling his hoodie on over his wife beater and slipping his shoes on. I repeat his actions, all the while watching him through the corner of my eye.