Phil abusing Bella physically and sexually. She ends up pregnant and moves in with her mom's sister, Esme, her husband, Carlisle, their adopted sons, Edward, and Emmett, their wives, Rosalie (Edward's) and Alice (Emmett's), and Rose's younger brother, Jasper. Will Bella and Jasper fall in love? Only time will tell. All - Human. Warning: This is a Bella/ Jasper story. If you don't like that then please don't read.
4. Chapter 4:A Talk with Jasper
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Chapter 4: A Talk with Jasper
“He did what?!?!” a voice came from the doorway. I turned towards the doorway and saw the Greek God known as Jasper standing there.
“Jasper Alexander Whitlock,” Aunt Esme scolded. “Why were you listening in on us?”
“Esme, I swear I didn't mean to,” he began looking overly guilty. “I was coming to get an apple for a quick snack and overheard.” He then turned to me and continued, “I swear I won't tell a soul.”
“You better not, young man. My niece has to go through enough as it is without the whole town knowing before she's ready. Get your apple and go back to whatever it was you were doing,” she waited him to leave before speaking to me. “We'll continue this when Carlisle gets home. Most likely after dinner. I'm making pot roast. It's still your favorite, right?”
“Yes, Aunt Esme, it's still my favorite. What pie are we having?” I asked, praying that it wasn't her chocolate pie. It may be one of my favorites but it was unhealthy for my baby.
“Your favorite, peach cobbler. Good thing I didn't decide on my chocolate, too unhealthy, but we do have whipped cream,” she answered adding in a small joke that caused me to chuckle a little and relaxed. “I've put you in the same room that you used to use when you would visit, but I've redecorated to suit any young lady, including a larger bed. You remember where the room was, don't you?” I nodded. “Then go unpack and rest. Dinner should be done at six.”
“Okay. Do you mind if a take an apple up with me? I sort of skipped lunch,” I asked knowing she'd be disappointed that I hadn't taken better care of myself.
“This once, but don't skip any more meals, understood?”
I grabbed an apple from the bowl and quickly left the kitchen, knowing she probably needed some time alone. I climbed the stairs to the second floor, where my new room, Emmett's and Alice's room, Uncle Carlisle's study, Aunt Esme's office, the room I suspect to be Jasper's, and Aunt Esme and Uncle Carlisle's room. Edward's and Rosalie's room was on the third floor along with the game room and the family library, which left the living room, dining room, and kitchen on the first room. Oh, and there is a restroom on each floor. I turned left and went to the first room on the left. Jasper's room was beside mine, Emmett's at the end of the hall, my aunt's office was across from Jasper's room, the bathroom was across from mine, the my uncle's study, and finally at the other end of the hall was my aunt and uncle's room.
My room was easily twice as big as the master bedroom in my mom's house in Phoenix and was painted seaside blue and the furniture were all wood painted white and were obviously antic. The bed was a queen size canopy bed. The comforter was a deep ocean blue and the pillow cases – and probably the sheets, were pale blue. There was a see through white fabric that hung from the ceiling equally on both side that gave it a look of elegance. I had two bedside tables and the one on the left had a digital alarm clock and a picture of my mom, Aunt Esme, Uncle Carlisle, Edward, Emmett, and I from our last visit up, seven years ago when I was ten and just after Phil had entered our lives. There were two wardrobes plus a walk in closet. The walk in closet was the size of my room in Phoenix and could be easily renovated into a nursery for my baby or babies depending on how many I'm carrying. One wardrobe was plenty to store my clothing but I could keep other things, like my journal and the photographs that I had taken of the abuse I had gone through, hidden until we figured out what we were going to do with the evidence in the other. There was also a large glass cabinet to keep my doll collection in. I had a total of eighteen porcelain dolls, one for each year of my life. My grandmother on my mother's side had started the tradition with a very small doll when I was born and had given one to me every year for my birthday gift each year after, progressively getting bigger, up until she died just after I turned seven. Aunt Esme kept the tradition going after that getting me the most beautiful doll she could find.
By the back wall, there was a desk with a new laptop resting. I dug through my larger suitcase until I found my CD case and got my pop mix disc out. Then I booted up the computer and stuck the CD in and set the volume to where only someone in the room would hear it play. After it started playing, I put the stuff I was going to keep in the wardrobes away. I was trying to organize my dolls perfectly when there was a knock on my open door. I turned to see Jasper.
“You have quite the collection,” he said as he entered the room.
“Thanks, but this,” I said, indicating to the five I had managed to place perfectly, “isn't even half as many as I own.”
“How many do you have?” he asked looking into the suitcase.
“Eighteen,” I responded without a thought. I picked up the tiny one I was given on the day of my birth. “My grandma gave this one to me the day my mother gave birth to me. She gave me a slightly bigger each year as I got bigger until she passed away ten years ago. After that Aunt Esme took up the tradition.”
“It's a nice tradition,” he said softly as he watched me place it in it's new place. “Look, I meant what I said earlier about not saying anything about what I overheard. I know someone who was once in a similar situation as yours. Her fiancé and his friends raped her and beat her to an inch of her life. So I understand that this is a difficult time without everyone worrying about you.”
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