Sometimes Goodbye Is A Second Chance
After 5 years of rebuilding his life and putting the pieces back together, everything falls apart once again when she comes storming back into his life. Alice/Jasper - AU and AH
Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me. I am not, will never be and never was Stephenie Meyer. This is an Alice Jasper AU and AH story. And also my first Twilight story.
1. Prologue and Chapter 1
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P R O L O GU E
My eyes are open wide, by the way
I made it through the day.
I watch the world outside, by the way
I'm leaving out today.
- Second Chance by Shinedown
It was a quiet February evening; I was sitting behind my desk, trying to come up with some ideas for my new book. It is funny how things turn out, I never thought of becoming a writer but when your world falls apart, it is easier to pour your feelings out on paper and pretend they are someone else’s feelings and not your own, just write and somehow forget about your pain and your problems. They never really go away but it is a way to avoid confrontation and maybe even a breakdown. Writing does that and, well, whiskey helps.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I was not a drunk but let’s just say I had a Jack Daniels at home at all times, just in case. And so, a little over 4 years ago, I started writing. And I even got published, who would have guessed.
After that I packed all my belongings and bought this house surrounded by a forest. It is very peaceful here and most importantly I am alone. So there I was, sitting in a chair with a glass of whiskey in my hand, looking out through the big glass window, trying to decide what to write. I have come up with a couple of ideas but nothing felt right. Suddenly, there was a light knock on the door.
Who might that be, I wondered.
I walked to the door and opened them. And there she stood, drenched in rain and very pregnant!, the woman I have been trying – unsuccessfully I might add – to forget for the past five years.
“I had nowhere else to go,” she said.
CHAPTER ONE: Shock
I know a girl
She puts the color inside of my world
but she's just like a maze
Where all of the walls are continually changed
- Daughters by John Mayer
Standing there between the doors, I just looked at her and took her in. My mind couldn’t quite comprehend what was happening, even though I have the imagination of a writer. I was at a loss for words.
“I had nowhere else to go,” she repeated. She was probably afraid that I hadn’t heard her the first time, since I was still standing there frozen. She had the most desperate look in her eyes. She half turned to walk away, when I finally came to my senses.
“Wait,” I said. “Sorry. Come on in.”
She immediately looked better, relieved even. She gave me a half smile and I stood aside for her to come in.
“Can I take a shower? I’m all wet and I don’t want to catch a cold,” she asked, still looking half afraid I would turn her away.
Alice was standing in the foyer, dripping wet. That is not a state anyone wishes to be in, especially in the middle of the winter and pregnant.
“Sure, let me show you the way.” She followed me upstairs to the bathroom. Alice was still so tiny, despite her stomach, and yet she still managed to almost dance up the stairs. I’ll bring you some spare clothes. You’ll have to do with mine until yours get dry.” She just nodded and I went and got her some socks, grey pants and a white shirt. Everything would be too big for her anyway, but this was all I could come up with. I went back to the bathroom and handed her the clothes. Turning to leave, I heard her mutter a silent thanks. I nodded on the way back downstairs.
I took the glass from my desk and went into the kitchen. I needed a drink. Or two. There were so many questions going through my head and at the same time it was all kind of blank. I didn’t know what to think. It’s funny how fate plays tricks on you. I was finally getting myself back together and boom, here she comes storming right back into my life; probably putting me through hell again.
I hadn’t heard from her for the past five years. We were close once, but then she just vanished. As far as I know, she didn’t call or write anyone. It was as if she never existed. I was not on the best terms with her family. After she disappeared, I did try to find her. The last thing her family, her mum I think it was, said to me was that she ran away. Alice didn’t want to come back and would not be keeping in touch with anyone. Her family didn’t even bother; as far as they were concerned they had only one daughter - Cynthia.
I poured myself another glass. But why did she come now, and pregnant above all? Where was she these last five years? Where is the father of her baby? She looked so tired and miserable. This was not the Alice I once knew. She used to be so happy and full of life, always smiling and cheering everybody up around her. How different she was now. But still so beautiful. My Alice. No, not mine anymore.
I listened carefully to hear if she was still in the shower. Still hearing the water running, I continued to reminisce. I never told her, but she used to mean everything to me. I had wanted to ask her to marry me. People though we were too young – I was 21 and she was barely 19 - and that our love wouldn’t last. They said I was too dark and brooding, not a good match for her; but we just got each other and were happy together. Or at least that’s what I thought. I guess they were right after all. It just wasn’t meant to be.
But it broke my heart. She broke my heart. Disappearing without a word, without a goodbye and no explanation; I wasn’t aware that we were having any problems. She left on the night after that party and suddenly, I was alone. And to tell you the truth, it broke me, she broke me completely. After Alice left me, I wasn’t a good company for anyone. All I did was think about her and how cruel this world was. I was moping around, keeping to myself, not eating or talking… basically nothing. I was empty. I did not want to hang out with my sister or brother; I did not want to talk to my parents, or any of my friends. Locking myself in my room, I kept thinking things over; hoping that there was some mistake, that this was all just a misunderstanding. After I had been looking for her for a while, her mum said those things to me and I hit rock bottom.
After some time I started writing and that helped. It was a way to deal with my pain. Ok, fine, maybe not deal with it but it was a good way to avoid it. I moved out soon after, bought a house and have been living here for the past four years. I was in contact with my family, we were all on good terms. But I had a rule that we were never to talk about her. She was a subject I did not want to discuss with anyone. The only person I ever talked about Alice, the only person I ever talked with about my personal stuff, was my sister. Apparently twins didn’t keep things from each other. I wonder what Rosalie would think about this situation.
As I contemplated taking another drink, I heard the water turn off. I had no idea what to say to her or how to react. I was angry, broken and annoyed. But I was also worried. I knew that I was probably her last resort. And being raised by such a wonderful mother, I told myself I had to treat her kindly. I just wasn’t sure if I was up to it. Maybe I should start with indifference.
What was I thinking? Why did I come here? Stupid. He was the last person I considered turning to, but at the same time he was the first one I thought of. I didn’t know where else to go. I desperately needed a place to stay, even if only for a couple of days.
Things had started to go terribly wrong for the past couple of months. Suddenly I have found myself on the street, without a place to stay. It was winter and since I was pregnant, staying on the street was definitely not an option.
I couldn’t go back to my family. I had heard that I don’t exist for them anymore. I didn’t want to bother any of my old friends, so I came here - to him. I knew I was a burden and this was not easy, believe me, but he deserved it. At least, that was what I wanted to believe. In my heart, even though he had caused me so much pain; I only wished him the best. But in my mind I told myself that he probably forgot me a long time ago; and maybe, just maybe, he really did deserved this.
I missed hot showers and it was a luxury to just stand there, letting the water run over my exhausted body. I was so tired. I was eight months pregnant and really scared. I didn’t know how I would be able to afford this baby; how I could support us both. I was hoping Jasper would let me stay a couple of days, or at least the night, and then I could figure out what to do next.
I couldn’t stay in this shower forever, although it would have been the easy thing to do. I needed to get dressed and go down and confront Jasper. I needed to get this over it, so I could think about what to do next.
I stepped out of the shower, dried myself off with the warm towel and got dressed. The clothes were too big for me. Even though I was pregnant, I was still small. And he was so tall. They smelled like him and I didn’t know if I suddenly wanted to smile, or cry, or even scream. How did I find myself in this position? I have always been a good girl, so happy and then the world just fell apart. I have been feeling so empty ever since. I put my hand on my stomach and promised myself and this baby that we were both going to be fine. Everything is going to be all right. Then I stepped out of the bathroom and went downstairs.
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