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Chapter 2: Jasper's reactions and Charlie's boundaries…

I stared in disbelief as that fucking bitch, that fucking bitch who stole my goddam pills, sped away with my goddamn kids.

I was out of goddamn breath as the bitch took the corner too fucking faster with my babies and didn't even stop at the motherfucking stop sign.

"Fuck!" I roared, standing there like a chump, out of breath, feeling sick because Bella threw away my medicine.

"Jasper, man, calm down," our idiot neighbor Liam said, putting his hand on my arm, "Look, let her go, she'll be back. Let's get some tea, Maggie has a pot going in the kitchen."

I grabbed my arm back from this fucker and said, "Don't you fucking touch me, you sick bastard!"

Liam stiffened his back and towered over, and the entire fucking neighborhood gasped, but I was too pissed to care. "What the fuck are you all looking at! Fuck off!" I bellowed.

Liam looked at me, the fucker, "We're fecking looking at you ejet! And we've been listening to you for months. You need help; you're chasing your family away. Stay away from mine because next time you're not walking away the next time you bloody wanker!"

With that, he and the other nosy fuckers turned away.

"Stay the fuck way!" I shouted; the fact I sounded so fucking pitiful was beyond me. But at least they were gone, and I could focus on my problem, my problem that required twelve little blue men to solve.

I stomp back home, ignoring the mess, I'd have that bitch clean up later, and she would if she what was good for her. And once I got my pills, I was going to find her and get her lazy, good-for-nothing ass back home.

I got on the phone and called my doctor; I felt better after twenty minutes and a few snorts. Like I was flying, the pain was gone, and I was just floating. Feeling better and euphoric, I went to my sofa and laid down. In a few minutes, I would call Renee or Rose. No, not Rose; if Bella went there, I would never hear the end of it. Rose chewed me out when Bella had Ellen. Didn't need the drama from that one. I would try Angela. Angela loved me. She always had a cute little crush on me.

I would talk to Bella, get her to see how this was her fault, and she would come home. Everything would be alright. Everything.

A few hours later…

The first I realized was that I was cold and wet. In fact, I was soaking wet. A strong smell of urine hit my face.

"Can you believe he pissed himself?" some voice said in disgust.

"That's not what we were here for, Emmett," Another voice, a gruffer one, said with equal parts disgust. "You boy, you wake the fuck up right now!"

I blinked; the light was sharp and unforgiving, the air was oppressive, and I felt horribly nauseous. My mind was flooded with pure pain, which almost paralyzed me.

"What the fuck?" I muttered, my throat and mouth feeling like a sewer rat died in it. I regretted awakening and turned on my side, wondering why I woke up to begin with. Sleep, I thought, I needed more sleep. I need more sleep to feel human again and to forget this weird dream I had to be having. Because none of it could be real, that horrible fight with Bella, me snorting up a twelve oxy at once with shots of Jamieson and then destroying the house. This was an awful dream, including the wet sensation in my pants. Yeah, it was just a terrible dream.

I was just getting comfortable again on the leather of my couch when something freezing hit me on my face.

"What the fuck," I sat up this time, wondering what happened again.

Charlie, Bella's bio dad, held the empty coffee pot, and Emmett, my brother-in-law. I was now dripping wet.

"Get the hell up, boy," Charlie demanded, feet spread apart like the cop he used to be. Emmett, not waiting for me, walked over and grabbed me by the shirt collar. It hurt like a fucker.

"Did you not hear him, asshole, get the hell up now," Em demanded, dropping me on the floor like a toy. Emmett was a colossal-sized guy who used to work as a bouncer. He owned a construction company with some guy he met on the club circuit.

"Why the hell are you both in my house?" I demanded, "Where's Bella?"

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Em roared, balling his huge hands in fists, and I wondered if I was going to get my ass handed to me.

"Em," Charlie said, more quietly than he had with me, "calm down."

Emmett took a deep breath, uncurled his fists, raised his arms, and stepped back.

"Thank you," then Charlie turned to me; he looked calmer himself but still pissed, a more reserved anger. For some reason, that freaked me the fuck out more than "Think real hard, Jasper, where do you think your wife is?"

An awful realization hit me as I surveyed the living room. When I first woke up, I had been so confused, wondering why Charlie and Emmett were in my house, that I had not looked at my surroundings. My house was a disaster. All the photographs and paintings we hung were missing from the walls, and the floor was covered in glass. Except for the couch I slept on, all the furniture was half-hazarded and thrown all over the place. The coffee table, some cheap piece Bella got from Ikea when we first moved in together, was in pieces by where the TV hung, with a cracked screen. The armchairs were knocked over. The kitchen table was shoved against the wall. The kitchen cabinets were open, and the shit we stored in there was all over the place.

I wondered if we had an earthquake while I was passed out. A vague memory of me throwing the damn coffee table against the screen flitted in my mind.

"What happened to my house?" I asked, not comprehending what could cause this level of destruction.

"What do you think asswipe!" Emmett yelled, looking like he was ready to charge me again.

Charlie held up his hand, and Emmett backed away one more. "You're what happened to your house, Jasper," he said in that deadly cold voice of his. "You went on a goddamn rampage when Bella flushed your stash."

More memories flooded into my mind, memories that I thought were a nightmare. "What, no, there is no way, you're fucking lying. What happened! Where is Bella? Where are my kids! I want to see them right now!" I yelled, ignoring the pain in my head.

"You're what happened to them," Charlie snarled, getting into my face this time. "You went berserk when you realized Bella threw away your shit! You broke all this shit! You had the goddamn nerve to touch my daughter, my baby! You filthy bastard, you're lucky I turned my life around. You'd be six feet under the motherfucking ground, and no one would ever know you, piece of shit!"

"You're a fucking crazy man, I would never hurt Bella!" I shouted back, shoving him.

For an older man, he was strong as an ox because that fucker didn't move an inch. Emmett chuckled when he realized how ineffective I was in moving him.

"Bella has a goddamn black eye, three stitches on her scalp, and bruised rib because of you! Your kid is all bruised up from where he tried to protect his mom and sister," Charlie told me coldly.

Another memory flitted through my mind: Alex was on the floor next to Bella's glasses. Suddenly, besides my headache, I realized my foot was throbbing. Amongst the dueling odors of vomit and urine, there was the metallic aroma of blood. There was blood on the floor, in a shape like my foot.

"Oh goddamn," I said, sinking to the couch, realizing those nightmares happened.

Emmett walked over and yanked me up by my shirt.

"Don't you fucking act pitiful, fucker," he snarled.

"Emmett," Charlie said again, shaking his head, "let him down."

Em looked like he wanted to pound me but did what Charlie asked. "You're lucky he's here fucker."

"Actually," Charlie said, getting what Bella called his cop look on, "You're lucky Emmett is here, and you're lucky Jasper because I would have ended you personally ten years ago. Do you remember what happened now?"

"Yes, sir," I replied, angry at Bella for flushing my stash in the first place and ashamed about how I had acted earlier. I also had a desperate need for a pill, especially with my foot hurting like a son of a bitch. I was scared to look at it, fearing the damage I did.

"Good, this is what you're going to do. First and foremost, you're going to leave my daughter alone," Charlie said, rubbing his thumb on some charm on his key ring.

"What, no! She's my wife! I only got this angry because she touched my pills!" I yelled, wondering why this drunk thought he had any control over me or Bella. Because look what he did to his own wife and child, for fuck's sake.

"Jasper, I'm not asking your opinion here," he informed me, looking murderous but not raising his voice again. I'm telling you how this is going down. You're going to give my daughter the space that she needs. And she is going to need space to figure out what she wants. You're going to do what I failed to do."

"You're a fucking goddamn drunk!" I snarled, my good intentions leaving my body.

Emmett glared at me while Charlie lost his murderous look, and a new one appeared: pity. "You're right, I'm a drunk. I've been down your road. I know what you're thinking, my wife threw my shit, that dumb bitch; she's going to learn never to do that again if it kills her. What? The kid thinks she's big enough to get between me and the bitch? I'll fuck her up too. That'll teach those dumb bitches. Who the fuck are they to get between me and my shit!

"Let me tell you something, Jasper, because here is part two, part one you leave Bella alone – that's nonnegotiable, or I will get some of my old friends in the force to fuck you up. Part two, that's on you, son, you get help. Because from one addict to another, this is going one of two ways. You clean, and maybe you get a shot again with your family; at the very least, you share custody with your kids. You don't get help; you lose it all!"

"What! There is no way – no fucking way!" I shouted, "Look, this was just a mistake, Charlie! I didn't mean for it to get this out of control. Look, I need my pills for my pain. I don't have a problem, and this is Bella's fault, she shouldn't-"

Oof, I felt the wind go out of me, and I fell to my knees. Charlie had sidestepped out of the way and let Emmett punch me in the gut.

Charlie got down and yanked my hair up to get my gaze. "That's your first mistake, boy, you blamed my daughter. You don't blame my daughter for throwing out your stash, do you hear me," he said in a low and deadly voice. "Here's your second mistake. You were right when you called me a drunk before. I am a drunk, and I know one when I see one. Renee took one look at Bella and knew what was going on. We've both been there and known for a while that you've got a problem. I didn't say anything because I didn't think I had a right. And you know why I don't have a right to say anything? Because I fucked my marriage. I got drunk and high, and I fucked around on my wife. Then I beat her because she had the goddamn nerve to try and help me. And then I beat my little girl because she was trying to save her mother. And I felt like a god, towering over these two girls who should have been the most important people in my mind. Did you feel like a god, Jasper, when Bella was cowering on the floor, trying to protect Alex? I'm sure as shit you felt like it. It felt pretty fucking great, didn't it? Didn't it feel great, you piece of shit!

"I'm pretty fucking sure you don't feel pretty fucking great now, do you, son? No, siree, you want a hit, don't you? You're feeling a little guilty about hurting your family, but what you really want is a hit. I can see it in your eyes. Here you are, on your fucking knees, in this house you fucked up, having pissed yourself because you were too out of it to use the john, gasping for air, and you want a pill to take it all the way. You don't feel the guilt. Because I can tell this ain't your rock bottom," Charlie finished, his expression morphing back. He gave me one more disgusted look and got up, letting go of my hair.

"I will repeat this again: you leave Bella and the kids alone and give her space. You try any of this love bombing shit, and some of my friends from my force days are going to come by," Charlie said, looking at Emmett, "let's go, Em."

Emmett uncrossed his arms and went to me. I wondered for a moment if he was going to kick my ass again. "One more thing, if I ever see Bella looking like that again. If there is a bruise on Alex or Elle, I will end you myself," Emmett added then they both left my house.

I tried to think of some comeback, but I realized as I started to black out, perhaps for the first time, maybe, I did have a problem.

AN: Woof – that was a hard chapter to write. So, what do you think about Charlie and Emmett ganging up on Jasper like that?

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