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.
4. Wishful thinking
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I sat there absorbing Mike’s words, letting them soak into my brain. I turned to Alice and gave her a disappointed look; a glare might be the correct word actually. I couldn’t believe that my own sister betrayed me.
“How could you, Alice?” I asked, shaking my head.
“First of all, I didn’t say you could talk, and I’m not finished,” Mike interrupted.
He turned to Edward, who was staring intently into Rosalie’s eyes, probably trying to decipher her thoughts. “Edward,” he began. Edward snapped his head up, staring incredulously at Mike. “Why are you doing this?” he asked.
Mike smirked and then turned his gaze to me. “Because truth hurts,” he said simply,
“Okay, so let me know if I mess anything up.” Mike turned back to Edward, grinning. “Zafrina, your dad’s wife, and also your step-mother, had a son named Masen. Am I right? You were eight and he was six. He got all of the attention. He got the best toys on Christmas. Most importantly, he had a mother, a real mother. You envied that. You despised that. What did you do to poor Masen, Edward?”
Edward shook his head, tears running down his face.
“What happened?” Mike persisted. He took a step closer and got in Mike’s face. “What did you do?”
Edward let out a heart-wrenching sob and slid off of the couch.
“I pushed him! I pushed him in front of that stupid car!” he cried.
“How heart-breaking. I bet Carlisle still thinks it was his fault. So tell me, Eddie, how is Masen doing? Is he all right?”
“No, he’s not all right! He can’t walk! He’s in a wheelchair! It’s all my fault!” Edward sobbed even harder, as Rose tried to soothe him with her touch.
I couldn’t even move, much less talk. Mike turned to Em, putting his hand on his shoulder.
“How about you get my new friends something to eat, they look starved.” Em nodded. “Yeah, I’ll fix them up something special.”
“Wait!” Nessie yelled.
Em turned around slowly, a devilish grin spreading across his face.
“I’m your sister, Emmett,” she said pathetically.
“Like I care?”
“How can you say that? How can you treat us like we’re nothing.? You have secrets, too, I bet.”
“You’re absolutely right, I do. I plan on killing every last one of you. Why? You betrayed everyone you know, including me. Like Mike said, truth hurts, and karma is a bitch.”
We all sat quietly, eating our food in the bleak, gray room. We didn’t find anything out of place in the food. Yet. I was still in my own little world, sulking in the fact that Mike was still alive. I thought that he was a goner for sure. My poor Bella was sitting in the corner with her knees pulled up to her chest, just crying and shaking.
“It was all a trick. Fake blood. Fake knife,” Em had said.
I couldn’t believe Emmett had actually helped Mike bring us here. We all looked up to Em; he was like the big brother of our group. I felt hurt. I felt betrayed.
I knew this conversation I was about to dive into was inevitable, the moment of confrontation. I figured I could talk to Bella; get it over with and out of the way. At least Mike and Em weren’t in here analyzing our every move.
I stood from my spot on the couch and crossed the room to Bella, kneeling down in front of her. She had this vacant look in her eyes, like she really wasn’t there. That was the Bella I hated seeing. I brushed a stray hair out of her face and kissed both of her cheeks.
“Bella? Baby? Please talk to me. I never meant for any of this to happen,” I whispered. She didn’t answer.
“I love you so much. You know I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you on purpose. It was an accident.”
“How was making out with my sister an accident?” she finally asked, her voice hoarse from crying so much.
“Because I was drunk- I know it’s not a good excuse, but it’s the truth. Alice means nothing to me. You are my sweet love, my angel. Please don’t be mad at me.”
“Did you ever cheat on me with anybody else?”
“Of course not. Bella, how come you never told me your dad died?” I asked cautiously.
“ I don’t like talking about it,” she said quickly.
“Tell me what happened.”
She sighed and lowered her knees. I lifted her into my lap, wrapping her legs around my waist. She laid her face into my neck, and started stroking my hair.
“One day I just got fed up with Mike and what he did to me, so I went and told my dad. When Mike slammed my arm in the door and broke it that was the last straw. I stopped at the hospital to get my arm fixed up, before I went home. I was about three blocks away from the house when I saw the lights. I saw four police cars and two ambulances. It didn’t occur to me that it could be Charlie,” she stopped and took a deep breath, “I was just so mad that I went home as fast as I could so I could tell my dad.”
I could feel Bella shaking, along with her sobs. Her tears were running down my neck, soaking my shirt; I didn’t care.
“ I should’ve stopped. I should’ve made sure it wasn’t Charlie,” she sobbed.
“It’s not your fault, sweetheart. You couldn’t have done anything. You already did all that you possibly could.”
“I know but it would’ve been better if I would have been there. It’s my fault Charlie died.”
“Bella, do you think Charlie would want you blaming yourself? He was doing his job- protecting you. He was making sure nothing bad would ever happen to you. I know that he’s watching you from heaven and that he’s really proud of you.
“You’re a very successful woman. You’re the number one forensic scientist in Seattle. You’ve solved 176 murder cases in one year, that’s amazing.”
I tried to comfort her with my words, knowing that it always made her happy when I reminded her of how successful she was. It worked. She giggled. “Thank you,” she whispered. She sniffled a couple times and kissed my neck. “I love you, sweetheart,” I reminded her.
“I love you, too, Jazzy-bear.”
No words could describe how I felt at this very moment. I wanted to cry, but I didn’t. One breakdown was good enough for me. To say I was mad would be the understatement of the century.
Rose was never one to keep secrets; she usually just said what was on her mind. So I was pretty shocked when I found out that she had been keeping this huge secret from me. Although, I couldn’t really say much because I had been keeping my own stepbrother a secret for ten years. I hadn’t told anyone about that day.
Usually, I’m good at guessing what people are thinking just by looking at them. I could read the emotions on their face and just put in my own words what their thoughts might be.
As I looked into Rosalie’s eyes, she let none of her emotions be announced on her face. I tried to put my hand on her cheek, but she pushed it away, letting a single tear roll down her right cheek. I had never seen Rose cry before, ever. It was just something she never did. She always told me that crying was for pussies. I would just laugh at her and say she’d have to let it out somehow.
“Rosalie? You never told me, why?” I asked, on the verge of tears.
“You never asked.”
“I thought you wanted kids. You’re always talking about having a family, and being happy, like your friend, Vera.”
“I did want kids. I just wasn’t… ready. I’m not even married. And I was scared that you wouldn’t want to marry me and that I’d be alone. I was scared you didn’t want kids. I mean, you’re just 18 and I’m 20, I was scared you’d think I was too old for you. I was scared…”
“Rose, don’t be scared. I may only be eighteen, but I know that I’m happy with you, and you’re the one I want to spend my life with. I love you so much and I never want to lose you. We don’t have to start a family now if you don’t want to. Let’s give it a couple years, okay? Well, if we get out of this hellhole…”
“Okay. And I love you, too.”
I sat in the corner by myself, watching as everyone forgave each other and made up. It sucked. I had no one. My boyfriend was probably upstairs, creating diabolical plans with Mike. This was too much to take in, in just one day. I was in desperate need of a shower, and hair product.
When Bella looked at me like she was disappointed, I knew there was nothing that I could do to make up for how bad I had hurt her. It was my fault, really. If I hadn’t been pressuring Jazz while he was drunk, none of it would’ve happened. I just couldn’t help it because he was so cute, and I was jealous that my sister got to be with him. I may or may not have slipped something into his drink so that I could seduce him.
I knew that it was very selfish of me, but I couldn’t help it. After that night, we agreed to keep it secret and act like it never happened. Well, I guess the secret was out of the bag now. There was nothing I could do.
The one thing that broke my heart, was the way Bella reacted to hearing about what happened to our father. I knew that she kept blaming herself, but she wouldn’t tell me why. I thought d deep down she always had always known that it was Mike.
After dad died, mom moved to Jacksonville with her new husband Phil. She said she couldn’t live in Forks anymore, and that she was sorry. Bella and I moved to Seattle, near Emmett soon after she had left. We couldn’t take it in Forks anymore either. It felt like a foreign place every time I stepped outside. It simply was not the same without Renee and Charlie.
I prayed everyday that she would call and tell me how she was doing. She called once, we talked for a matter of thirty seconds before she started crying and hung up the phone. I tried calling her back, but she never answered.
Seattle was a happier place and I liked it here. When Bella and I moved here, it felt like home, not a foreign place anymore. Maybe because all of our friends were there with us. There were some nights when Bella woke up screaming, but I couldn’t blame her. I still had nightmares, too.
I knew the nightmares would get even worse now that we knew who killed Charlie. Like Renee used to say, “Things always get worse before they get better.” That was so true. I was just hoping that the ‘better’ part would be coming soon.
“Alice?” Bella asked, as she slowly made her way over to me. I lifted my head up so that I could look her in the eyes. It was obvious she had been crying, her eyes were all red and puffy; I imagined mine were probably similar.
“Bella, I’m so sorry. I should’ve told you. I’m sorry. Please forgive me. You’re the best sister ever, even if you don’t like to shop, I still love you.”
She laughed and pulled me into her arms. “Oh, Alice. I have already forgiven you. You’re my favorite sister, and I love you more than anything.”
“I’m your only sister,” I corrected.
“Therefore, you’re my favorite,” she laughed.
“So you really forgive me? You’re not mad anymore?” I asked dubiously.
“I could never be mad at a pixie-like fairy, like you.”