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All right. And now it's time for...the confrontation with a Mr. Edward Cullen!

When I heard someone sigh in the living room, I dressed quickly and cautiously entered the room.

Edward was sitting on my couch, a look of despair drawn over his features.

“I didn’t hear you drive up,” I decided to forego a greeting.

“I suppose you wouldn’t have,” he said tightly.

“You didn’t have to come in yet.”

“Believe me, I know. I was out in my car until now.”

“Tell Jasper I’ll be out at the oak.” He nodded. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” I said as I walked out the door.

I followed the trail at a human pace so I could hear the beginning of their conversation.

“What the hell, Jasper?” I heard Edward demand angrily. “You told me to come over so we could talk. Couldn’t you have waited until after we talked to start something?”

“What Whitaker and I do in our home is none of your business.” I smiled when he called it our home.

“Could you at least rein in your emotions? I don’t like feeling them.”

Jasper was hurt, I could tell; his emotions were still connected to me. I thought of how much I loved him and tried sending it his way.

His gratitude made my heart swell.

I was almost to the oak, too far away to hear when they spoke in whispers. Jasper sent me a wave of apology before drawing his emotions back into himself. I felt a twinge of sadness when I was left alone with only my own emotions. I felt incomplete without that small part of Jasper.

I stayed out by my grandfather’s oak as the sun began to set. I wasn’t going back until he and Edward were done talking and asked me back.

I was growing anxious, for it had been hours now. I heard thunder rumble nearby, and I knew I was about to be soaked again, but still I waited.

It struck me as ironic that I had changed to be in dry clothes, yet here I sat willingly in the pouring rain.

“Whitaker,” I heard Jasper call. That was my cue to head home.

I took off quickly, using vampire speed this time, to arrive in the hall dripping.

“I’m going to change,” I murmured before making my way to my bedroom.

I decided to forego a shirt, since I didn’t really need one.

I walked into the living room and noticed Jasper and Edward were on opposite sides of the room, Jasper on the couch and Edward…in Gramps’ chair. He looked up and met my gaze, not moving. I raised an eyebrow at his disrespect—no one had sat in Gramps’ chair since November—but I said nothing.

I turned to Jasper and sat beside him, snuggling under the arm he put across my shoulders. He kissed the top of my head gently. Edward turned away in disgust and hurt. I felt a sharp anger rise in me, but I tamped it down; I didn’t need to get involved. Jasper looked at me curiously, but I shook my head.

“So…resolved?” I asked.

“We talked,” Jasper replied. His and Edward’s eyes met heatedly, but I didn’t comment. I felt a sudden urge to do…something.

“And?”

“And… I’ll be on my way,” Edward stated, standing slowly. Jasper pulled me up from the couch, standing with his arm around my waist. Edward awkwardly waited in the doorway, watching us sadly.

“I want to thank you,” he said suddenly. He glanced up at us before looking back at his feet. “I know I could never come between you two. You’ve shown me how much you love and trust each other, and I’m sorry for trying to disrupt that in the first place.”

“It’s all right, Edward,” I stated quietly. “Just don’t do it again.” Jasper squeezed me against his side; Edward gave us a small smile and a nod, leaving swiftly after.

Jasper pulled me into a hug, burying his head in the crook of my neck. I soothingly ran my hands down his back.

“Let go, treasure. I’ll be here to catch you.”

“He was disgusted by me,” he sobbed, breaking from the mask of calm I had seen earlier.

“What do you mean, treasure?”

“He didn’t care about my emotions, even though he knows I have to feel everyone else’s.”

“He’s an insensitive idiot.”

“He was disgusted when we talked about my scars.”

“It could have been the past and the reasons behind your scars rather than the scars themselves.”

He squeezed me tighter. “It hurt.” His voice was small and weak; it made my dead heart clench painfully to hear him sound so defeated.

I hugged him tightly, then, cradling the back of his head with one hand. “I’m so sorry, treasure. I thought it would be best. If I had known…”

“I needed it, but I wanted him.” His words stung as his hands fisted against my back. “I kissed him,” he said quietly, almost as if he was afraid to voice it. It hurt, I have to be honest, but I wasn’t going to let it bother me. “I was so stupid!”

I pulled his body away from mine roughly, grabbing his face in my hands. He kept his eyes closed.

“You are not stupid!” I softened my tone and my touch, caressing his cheek with my thumb. “Treasure, please open your eyes.” He did and I wanted to cry over the pain and self-hatred I saw in them, but I couldn’t. That realization only saddened me more. “You are not stupid,” I proclaimed gently.

The emotions in his eyes disappeared, leaving empty pools of dark gold staring back at me. I could feel him withdrawing into himself as he turned away from me.

“Please don’t do this.” My voice was desperate. “Please don’t hide from me.”

“You hide from me,” he mumbled.

“What?”

He met my pleading gaze with the same empty eyes. “You’ve never told me anything about your life except that you’ve moved twice and your parents died a couple of months before you came to live with your grandfather. What happened?”

My body froze as cold fear crept over me. The room around me disappeared as memories flashed before my eyes, memories I thought I had repressed and forgotten. Through those memories, menacing hands grabbed me, shoving me to kneel…

“NO!” I screamed in terror, fighting against the forceful hold. I wouldn’t let it happen again. I wouldn’t!

I lashed out to protect myself from my attacker. I wasn’t going to listen this time, no matter what he threatened.

“Whitaker!” I heard him say. He only called me by my first name during the worst of it; I fought harder.

“No! I don’t want to! Please don’t make me… Please,” I sobbed, struggling futilely against his grip. “You can’t do this! It’s not right.” I resumed my struggle when the hands tightened.

“Whitaker! I’m not doing anything.”

“But you always do, especially when you use my name.” I sobbed dryly, giving up fighting. “Please let me go. I won’t tell anyone. Please just…let me go.” It surprised me when his hands released me. I collapsed where I was standing, curling in on myself and crying tearlessly.

Someone knelt beside me and placed a cautious and gentle hand on my back.

“I’m sorry, Dad,” I whimpered. “He made me do it.” The hand moved tenderly.

“Whitaker, look at me.” I opened my blurry eyes and blinked a few times to clear my vision. Then, I looked to my left.

Jasper was kneeling beside me, his scared eyes full of worry and pain.

“Jasper?” My voice sounded hoarse. His tense face relaxed slightly and he kissed my forehead.

“Thank God. I didn’t know what… And you were so scared…”

“Did I hurt you?” I didn’t wait for an answer. “I used to have episodes and someone always got hurt.”

He didn’t reply.

“I’m so sorry.” I wrapped my arms around him desperately. “I just… I’ve tried to forget, and I did, but it all came back. I… I don’t want to remember.” I clutched at him tighter and he winced; I didn’t miss it. I pulled back and looked at his bare chest.

There were fresh marks across his bare skin. Claw marks. My claw marks.

I threw myself away from him in horror at what I’d done, how I kept hurting him.

I curled into a ball and hugged my knees to my chest, shaking uncontrollably.

“I’m sorry,” I cried, disgusted at myself. “How could you forgive me? I’m horrible; I hurt you. How could I do that to you?” He pulled me into his arms, comforting me when I didn’t deserve it. My apology became a mantra.
“Hush, love. It’s all right. I’m all right. It’s not your fault, love. Some memories are just that strong.”

I relaxed into his strong arms, careful not to hit the open wounds I had created.

“I’ll heal, love. And these won’t scar.” He kissed my hair. “I’m here when you need me, love. I won’t make you talk. I’m sorry I caused this.”

I shook my head, calmer now. “Treasure, no. I just haven’t thought about it in a while.”

“But—”

I covered his lips with my hand. “Don’t.”

He nodded and gently kissed my fingers.

“I’m not going to school,” I murmured. “I need time to think.”

He nodded again. “Do you want me to stay?”

“No, I need to be alone in case something happens.”

“That’s exactly why you don’t need to be alone.”

“I’ll be fine, treasure. I’ll be fine.” I kissed his neck softly. “You need to hunt so you’re not hurting today.”

“I will.” He lifted me from the floor and carried me to my bed before he left.

-ahem- So...what do you think? And what're your theories on Whitaker? I wanna know. :)
TheBlindQueen--If my chapter made your morning, your review made mine! Thank you!
Gaps of Misery--Well, think about it. If you were a newly turned vamp, everything would feel different. And he was distracted beforehand by concern for Jasper...
DBZchick--By writing style, do you mean first person? Still, thank you. :) I'll update ASAP.
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