Bella just got out of an abusive relationship, and is falling in love again. This time, when she is being abused at a Halloween party, Jasper is there to help her. Will Bella have the strength to kill the man that hurt her so badly? If she doesn’t, somebody else will. Jasper kills Bella’s ex- boyfriend, and leaves him in the woods. Or so they thought… What if he didn’t die, and he came back to get his revenge? Will Bella and her gang be able to escape the horror house? Chapter 5 is done. I just have to send it to my beta and then i can posti it:)
This is a BellaXJasper story. Only there are several twist along the way. They have to fight hard to keep what they have strong. There will be violence, i don't know how extreme yet, but i'm cetain you're going to see it somewhere.
2. Blood, sweat and tears
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I woke up in the backseat of Alice’s Porsche. I didn’t have to look out the window to know that we were speeding. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, wondering where the hell we were going. Rosalie looked back at me from the passenger seat and smiled.
“You’re okay now, honey. Everything’s going to be all right,” she assured me.
I stifled a yawn and said, “Rose, what the hell are you talking about?” She rolled her eyes and flipped her blonde hair behind her ear.
“We are going to kill that bastard for you,” she said nonchalantly, like killing someone was an everyday thing.
“Yeah, Bella. We know what he did. Jazz got there just in time,” Alice chimed.
“Um, who? In time for what?” I asked stupidly.
“ Mike Newton. Bella, he was going to kill you,” Rose said.
Then everything came back to me.
“Where is he?” I asked.
“Who? Mike? He’s in the trunk of Edward’s car,” Alice said.
“No, Jasper, where is- what?! Mike is in the trunk? Why?”
Rose sighed. “Jeez, Bella. Do we have to explain everything to you? We’re going to kill Mike. We tied him up and stuffed him in the trunk. We’re going to take him out to the woods and leave him there.”
“You can’t do that,” I said.
“And why might that be?” Alice asked.
“Because... You just can’t kill somebody. It’s… It’s… Because it’s against the law,” I said, spitting out the first words that came to mind.
Alice just rolled her eyes at me through the mirror and sped up. I risked a peek at the speedometer, which read: 148 mph.
“Damn, Alice! Slow down. Are you trying to give me a heart attack?” I squeaked.
“Bella, relax. Oh, we’re almost there,” she said.
“Where are we going anyway? I didn’t know there were any woods in Seattle,” I said.
“Doesn’t matter,” Alice spat.
I hated getting my sister pissed off, but usually I could just ask her to do my hair or something and she’d forgive me. We drove in silence for about five more minutes, before she shut the car off, and hopped out gracefully. How I wish I didn’t get the clumsy gene. I followed the girls’ to Edward’s Volvo and tried not to cry when they opened the trunk. Mike wasn’t dead, I knew that much. They tied his arms and legs with rope, and duct taped his mouth shut. His eyes were closed, but he was breathing.
“What did you guys do to him?” I asked.
“I raided my dad’s medicine cabinet and drugged him up a bit. He’ll be coming around soon,” Edward answered.
“Jesus,” I whispered.
Jazz hugged me close to his chest. He rested his chin on the top of my head and sighed.
“It’s okay, Bells,” he whispered.
And then I just started crying because everything was not going to be okay. I knew that. Emmet and Edward lifted Mike out of the trunk and dropped him on the ground next to the car.
“Okay, who’s first?” Em asked.
“First for what?” I asked.
Emmet pulled something out of his back pocket, and held it up.
“What is it?” I asked.
“It’s a fucking knife,” he said as he slid the cover off and exposed the shiny blade.
I gasped and stepped back a little, still holding on to Jasper.
“You can’t. He didn’t hurt me on purpose. Just because he did that, doesn’t mean you have to kill him. He loved me,” I sobbed.
“Look, now is not the time to take a trip down memory lane. Do you want this to happen again? Look at your neck; you have bruises. What will he do next time? Get a gun? A knife? Will he beat you to death?”
“Chill the fuck out,” Jazz said.
“No. Jazz, you know it could happen again. Is that what you want? Be honest.”
Jazz shook his head. “Don’t talk to her like that, dude.”
Now was my last chance to try and stop the events from happening. I had to convince Emmett that he really didn’t need to kill Mike. Perspiration dewed up on the nape of my neck, as I moved closer to Emmett. He was not very stable at this moment, and it was kind of scary. He was scary in general, with his huge, muscular frame and all.
“Emmett, don’t,” I mumbled.
“I’m going to do it. You can’t stop me! No one can stop me!”
I grabbed his arm, and pulled him back as hard as I could. Emmett glared down at me and pushed me back, causing me to land on my rear.
“Emmett, what is wrong with you?” Jazz asked.
Emmett turned away and crossed his arms, as Jasper helped me up off the ground.
“Bella’s like my sister. What if this happened to Alice?” He turned to Edward, “Or Rose? I don’t want anything to happen to Alice’s older sister. You should want Newton dead, too. Dude, he nearly strangled her to death. What is wrong with you? You should be more freaked out. You’re just so damn calm all the time.”
Jazz looked like he was about to smash Em’s head with a shovel. “That’s because I try not to let Bella see how much it hurts me that she still loves him. Do you know what it’s like to have the opportunity to kill the person who hurt your girlfriend? You don’t, do you? It would hurt her too much. I can’t do it.” Jazz’s face crumpled and he looked at me, with tears welling up in his eyes.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” he whispered.
“Jazz, you don’t need to be sorry,” I murmured.
“Cut the crap, Jazz; take the knife! You can do it, just take the knife!” Emmett shouted.
“I’m not going first,” Jazz said, his voice cracking.
“Fine!” Em said, and just like that, he leaned down next to Mike and slit his throat, letting the blood soak into the grass.
“No!” I shrieked.
I let go of Jazz and bent down by Mike. I grabbed his hand and began crying.
“No, no, no, this can’t be happening,” I sobbed.
“Here Alice,” Em said, handing her the knife.
“Please, Alice. Please don’t do this,” I begged.
She took the knife from Em and stabbed Mike in the stomach. She silently handed the knife to Rose. Rose stabbed his chest, handed the knife to Jazz, and began crying into Edward’s shoulder.
“I have to do this, Bella,” Jazz said.
He leaned closer to me and put his lips to my ear. “I’m not going to do this to you, Bells. I know how much you loved him.”
He pretended to stab Mike in the stomach and handed the knife to Edward. He shook his head.
“I already did my part.”
Jazz decided that he would stay with me tonight. We got home at around three in the morning and curled up in my bed. He held me close, letting me cry my eyes out into his chest. He just stroked my hair and hummed an old song his mother used to sing to him. I just kept asking myself why they had to kill Mike. They knew he wasn’t all there, in his head. The kid had problems. I’ll admit that. But who wouldn’t after they watched their parents being beaten to death right in front of them? They knew he had issues, and yet they still killed him. I watched them kill him right in front of me. There was no way I’d ever be able to get over that. I know Mike wasn’t the best person in the world, but I loved him. It made me feel like crap, knowing that I was putting Jasper through hell by crying over my dead ex-boyfriend who tried to kill me. Surely, he would understand. Jasper always understood.
“Jasper, thank you for not killing him. I know how much you wanted to. Thank you,” I whispered.
He stopped humming and kissed my forehead.
“I love you,” was all he said.
Someone tried twisting the doorknob. There was a knock on the door, followed by a “Dammit, Bella. Open the door.” Alice.
I sighed, pulled my self together and unlocked the door for her. She walked over to the bed and sat at the end.
“Bella, I’m getting one of those feelings again,” she whispered.
I walked over and sat next to her on the bed.
“Good or bad?” I asked.
“Bad, very bad. Something’s going to happen. Tonight.”
I pulled her into my arms and hugged her tight. “It’ll be fine. I promise.”
Even though I knew that when she had her ‘feelings’, they always ended up being right.
“Do you believe me, Jasper?” she asked.
“Yes, I have a feeling, too.”