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The Healing Process

Jasmine Butler, a 17 year old with a very painful secret is left on her own after her parents die tragically in a car crash. Jasmine does well by herself until she has to move in with the Cullens following a drastic decline in her vision. How will the Cullens react to the tempting human living upstairs? Will she bring them closer or will their secret be her death sentence?


8. Chapter 8 Acceptance

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Chapter 8: Acceptance


"You look really nice," Alice said as I checked my bag to make sure I had everything I needed. "I can't wait to go shopping with you!" She was literally bouncing up and down at the thought of this.

"Thank you, Ally, and I know it's going to be so much fun. Speaking of which, I kind of need your help."

"Oh, with what?" Her eyes seemed to glow with interest.

"I love all of my clothes, but it doesn't seem to be enough. I need something that's going to make me stand out enough for Trevor to notice me a little more." I was a little embarrassed to admit that I was willing to go through such lengths for Trevor, but I knew that if anyone could help me, it was Alice.

"I have the feeling that you won't need as much help as you think," she said with a knowing smile. "However, there will definitely be more dresses added to your wardrobe."

"Great, well, I'll meet you guys at school." I grabbed my bag, Trevor's plate and headed out the door. As expected, it was a very cold morning. I started my car, turning on the heat. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. It was a text message from Trevor.

"Where u @ half pint? I'm soooo hungry! Lol"

I smiled, stuffing the phone back in my pocket. I turned on the radio and backed out of the Cullen's driveway.

"Good morning, Forks! Today's temperature is a cold 24i0;, so stay inside or stay warm. Let's kick this morning off with a new track the fabulous Ciara's Fantasy Ride album, dropping May 5th. The track is called ‘G Is For Girl (A-Z)!'"

"Whoo!" I yelled turning the radio up louder. I loved me some Ciara. I started singing and moving my shoulders to the beat, losing myself.

"G" stands for girl-like Gangsta
Don't make 'em like me anymore
So we in danger
So at ease, little guy, we out-rank ya
And when the G's come around just put your hands up
(Ladies say)
"G" stands for girl-like Gangsta
Listen when I speak,
Don't talk 'til I say so,
Real G's work hard for they cake so
(Ladies say)
"G" stands for girl-like Gangsta

I reached a red light and this gave me the opportunity to dance harder. I didn't get a chance to see who was behind me or the fact that the light was now green. As I danced and continued to sing, I saw something in my peripheral vision. I looked to my left and it was Edward's silver Volvo, laughing his ass off with Bella doing the same. Then I heard the horn honk behind me. Glancing in the rearview mirror, I saw Emmett driving his jeep, slumped over the steering wheel laughing as well. Rosalie sat beside him, covering her mouth, attempting to hide her giggles.

I dropped my head and turned down the radio. I was so embarrassed, I didn't dare look anywhere but at the road ahead of me for the rest of the way to school. I parked in my usual spot next to Trevor's truck, as the Cullen's got out of their vehicles, still giggling. Even Jasper had a large smile on his face. Trevor met me at the door, pausing at my embarrassed expression. He tilted his head and smiled softly at me. When he smiled, his dimples became more pronounced and his lips would part slightly, showing off his perfectly white teeth. His smooth skin was a shade darker than mine, and he wore his curly baby hair close cropped. He was the most beautiful man I had ever seen.

"Jasmine, did you get caught dancing at a red light again?"

He knew me so well. I nodded sheepishly and he pulled me into his arms. "When oh will my little half pint learn?" At least I think that was what he said. I was too busy inhaling his delicious Burberry scent. He released me a little too soon for my liking and came and sat inside my car. He unwrapped the plate and began his breakfast. I turned on the radio thinking about how I should tell him. I only kept one secret from Trevor in my years of knowing him. The last thing I wanted was to keep another.

It took me a few minutes to realize that the sound of his chewing had desisted. I turned to see him staring at me.

"What's wrong?"

"I was just wondering if you wanted to go to the movies with me tonight and then grab a bite to eat." He looked at me with the softest expression as if he expected me to say no, but he hoped I wouldn't.

When my voice finally returned to me, I managed to ask, "Just as friends or like a date?" Please, please let it be the latter.

"More like a date. Do you want to go?"

My heart thudded against my chest and I was barely able to hear my response. "Yes!" I lowered my eyes as I realized I was a little too eager to accept.

"Great, I'll pick you up at seven. Now I believe you had something to tell me."


I sat through my American History class in a daze. I replayed my conversation this morning with Jasmine again and again in my head.

"More like a date. Do you want to go?" I was so nervous when I said date. After the way I treated her that Friday following the dance, I was sure she would turn me down.

"Yes!" she said with such excitement, then she lowered her eyes a little ashamed for being so excited about it. This was going to work out after all.

"Great, I'll pick you up at seven. Now I believe you had something to tell me." I knew she was hoping that I would forget about her visit with Dr. Cullen and her rash decision to move in with him and his family.

"Trevor, you have to promise me that once I start this, you will not interrupt me."

"I promise."

"And I don't want you to be upset either."

Now I was really worried. "I'll try."

"I was born with RVD. Recessive Vision Deficiency. The doctors always said there was a chance that my condition would become more pronounced, but the odds were in my favor. Then I was involved in that horrible crash and that's when the headaches and blurred vision began. When I went to see Dr. Cullen, he examined me and told me that my condition was worsening. I'm...I'm going blind, Trev. That's why I'm living with them."

No. Not her. Not my half pint! What could I say? Was there anything to say when you found out the person you cared for was about to lose their vision? Instead of thinking or reasoning, I let my instincts take over. I held her close to me, rubbing her back as she sobbed on my shoulder.

"Don't worry about this at all, Jasmine. You and I are going to get through this together."

I closed my eyes, leaning back in my seat as Mr. Caine wrapped up his lecture. I can't believe how much time I wasted. Jasmine and I should have been together the night of the dance. But no, I wanted to ignore my feelings because of a stupid fear of ruining our friendship. My teammates Matt and Bobby clowned me for weeks about dropping the ball on that one. If tonight goes well, I should invite Jasmine over to baby-sit the twins with me at some point. Between them and Gabby, I was being bugged mercilessly about her next visit.

My thoughts stayed wrapped around Jasmine all the way up until lunch. I expected her to be sitting with the Cullen's. She usually sat at my table with the other girls and some of the guys from the team, instead she was sitting at a small table by herself. She smiled when she saw me and beckoned for me to come over to her. It was like now that it was clear I was interested in more than her friendship, every time she smiled at me, my heart would beat a little bit faster. I wonder if this is what first love feels like.