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Trust Me	By : MrsJasperHale Category: Twilight Series > Het > Bella/Edward Views: 8600 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N Hello guy this is chapter 4 now (I think) I wrote this all in one go because I no work today (YESSSSSSSSSSSS!) This is a little surprise chapter really that has a helpful Jasper appear. There is no specific time-spot for this but she doesn't know how Rosalie was changed yet so...
There's a little angst, a little embarrassment and some randomness involved with a sprinkling of dark humour in some places. Well I don't personally think there is but my sister does.
Okay so please review the next chapter will be fluffier (hopefully) and more Edward/Bella because I know there is not much of them at ALL in this chapter because Eddie is all depressed and shit.

So please review and I will have the next chapter up ASAP and it will be BETTER (I hope)!
Thanks
~MrsJasperHale

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I lost count of the minutes I sat there in bed staring out of the window. I didn’t remember ripping the sheets off of the bed or throwing them in the washing machine. I couldn’t recall the thudding of the machine as it began its spin cycle. All I remember is sliding down the wall onto the laundry floor and crying. Big, heaving, gasping sobs that made my lungs ache for oxygen. I hated this emptiness that Edward had left in me.

I had finally got what I’d asked for – but at what price? My safety? My dignity? I must have at one point crawled back up the stairs trying to ignore the pain between my thighs and collapsed onto my mattress. I was exhausted but I knew that the screeching sound the hot water tap made when it was turned on before 4:00 in the morning would wake
Charlie.

Charlie.

Hadn’t he heard me scream for him? Didn’t he hear my head smash against the head board repeatedly and the harsh breathing coming from my room? Could a father really sleep through that?

And that’s how I fell asleep that night. On top of the bare mattress, shivering in the sudden coldness that this room held and hoping that it would be okay.

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“Bella? Wake up, honey! It’s 7.30! Um, what happened to your sheets?” Charlie’s voice was warped in my semi-conscious head. I felt like shit, which wasn’t hard to believe, but I knew that I had to keep up the facade for Charlie.

“Spilt milk on them,” I grumbled as I cautiously sat up in bed, eyeing my sleeping situation in case there were any more blood spots on my mattress.

“Milk? Last night?” Charlie was in a rather doubtful mood this morning.

“Last night, I was thirsty so I went downstairs to get a glass of... milk, and I spilt it all over my sheets,” I explained grumpily as I slowly swung my legs over the side of the bed and winced as the expected pain began stabbing at me again. The pain was a lot better than it was earlier, but it still caused me discomfort to walk.

“Well alright then, Miss. What do you want for breakfast? I don’t want you to be late for school.”

“I don’t want food. I feel sick,” I said, bowing my head. It wasn’t a straight out lie. I did feel sick to the stomach. But it was mainly the thought of seeing Edward at school that made my stomach turn. Or maybe he wouldn’t be in school. Maybe he would hide out again like he did when he had first seen me. Maybe he was scared of me now that I had brought out the worst in him.

“Well that’s too bad. At least have some coffee?” Charlie was reasoning with me now. I gave in and let him lead me down the stairs to the kitchen. The scent of coffee was quite welcoming. I let him pour me a cup before taking a seat at the table opposite him while he began to butter a slice of toast. His newspaper lay unread on the table in front of him and he kept glancing at me in between swiping his knife over the piece of toast.

“You okay, Bells?” he asked, noticing my blank expression.

“I’m... fine. Actually I feel terrible, Dad. I think I need to go back to bed,” I hinted.

He nodded once as if assessing the situation.

“Uh huh,” he paused as he bit into his toast before continuing.

“You were having a bad dream last night,” he commented. I almost dropped the cup on the floor.

“I could hear you crying. It sounded as if you were thrashing around a bit, too. I was going to wake you but I remembered what happened the last time I had woken you up! You almost had a heart attack! It didn’t last for too long, though,” he added, draining his cup of coffee and setting it down on the table before returning to his toast.

I didn’t say a word.

“Why don’t you make your bed and get some sleep. I’ll call the school if you’re not going in. I’m going in later today,” Charlie said, noticing my pained expression. I barely nodded and began my slow and painful ascent up the stairs. But then a thought struck me. Would Edward turn up to drive me to school as usual? Or would he ignore me like I first guessed? What if he turned up and Charlie had to tell him that I wasn’t well?

I grabbed some sheets from the hall cupboard and went about making my bed. It felt nice to slip on clean pillowcases and covers. It almost felt that with each new sheet I was erasing what had happened in this bed the night before.

Next on my agenda was a shower. I practically scalded myself with the water as I didn’t realise that the water could reach this temperature. It hadn’t before, that was for sure. But the heat did make me feel like I was burning away his touch from my skin. I covered myself from top to bottom in suds. Coconut scented suds. And then I sat cross legged on the floor of the shower, letting the hot water run down my neck and onto my back as tears slid down my face and I pulled my knees up to my chin causing me to wince as a familiar stab of pain ricocheted through my body.

I turned off the water before it ran cold and pulled on some cotton shorts and my second favourite tank top after rubbing myself down with a huge fluffy towel. I quickly dried my hair with a handtowel and crawled back into bed, curling up into the fetal position under the covers and shivering.

I must have dozed off because the sound of the door slamming jolted me awake rather rudely. The house was silent now, not even the sound of the refrigerator humming. I got out of bed, seeing my dressing gown but not being bothered to pull it on. I had little time nor patience to make an effort to stay neither warm nor decent anymore. I took the stairs two at a time finding the descent much less painful than the ascent. The living room was empty. The kitchen was empty. The front room was empty.

“Charlie?” I called.

No answer. The clock read 12.46pm. Of course. Charlie had said something about going in to work late today. Satisfied with this conclusion I slowly ascended the stairs again, grumbling to myself as I did so. My plan was to crawl right back into bed and sleep some more. But that thought was gone the second I stepped inside my room and saw a dark shape sitting on the rocking chair in the corner.

I screamed. Because I knew that Edward would not make an appearance yet, and as far as I was convinced Charlie wasn’t here either. The shape didn’t move for a while. It was about the same size as Edward, maybe a little taller and a little broader, but similar all the same. And then I felt an unfamiliar feeling of calm envelope me and I knew instantly who it was.

“JASPER?” I cried, still not sure if I should be scared or not. Jasper had always been a mystery to me, because he had always been older and quieter than the rest. And since my 18th birthday he had never come within a few metres of me just in case. I was shocked to find him in my room.

“Hello, Bella,” he said quietly in his slightly accented voice.

“Not to be rude or anything, but what are you doing here!” I exclaimed, not wanting to get any closer to him in case he attacked.

“Edward told me what happened,” he explained, his voice still soft and somewhat understanding.

“Well actually, Alice had a vision first of all, so she questioned Edward about it. He was hesitant, but he was deeply ashamed of himself. He sent me to help you,” he added, still staring at me with wide, golden eyes.

Oh fuck. This was most definitely one of the most embarrassing days of my life. I might have screamed at him and demanded he get out of my room and out of my private life if I knew there was no way I could overpower a vampire. He smirked at my expression.

“No need to be embarrassed. I’ve seen it all, remember,” he said.

“Don’t play that I’m-centuries-older-than-you card, please!” I exclaimed, blushing in spite of myself. He laughed quietly to himself.

"Carlisle is training me, Bella. I work at the hospital sometimes. It relaxes me a little. Well, I have to stay away from the emergency department as I'm sure you can understand," he winked at me but I ignored it.

“There are 3 women in your family. Why couldn’t one of them come?” I suddenly questioned.

“Well, it’s Esme’s turn to hunt today and Alice joined her again. She only caught the baby-elk last night since Edward was in such a rush to get back,” he replied, laughing at the last one in his private joke.

“What about Rosalie?” I knew that she didn’t like me so that was probably the reason why, but Jasper offered a different answer.

“Rosalie wanted to come, but she thought that maybe she wouldn’t be the best person to talk to about this,” he trailed off, glaring at the floor now. I didn’t question what he meant. I was still embarrassed.

“So, he lost control with you last night?” he suddenly asked. I nodded my head, still in a state of shock. He nodded with me too, almost as if he was imitating me.

“Bella, I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what happened,” he murmured softly after a moment’s silence. I figured there was no way out of this except to tell the truth.

“Well... it was going fine until-” I began but Jasper cut me off. I could tell this was going to be difficult.

“Going fine? I guess you mean the... what do you call it? Making out?” he asked.

“Yes,” I replied hesitantly.

“Until?” he urged me on. I sighed heavily.

“Until he... you know... until we...” I broke off, keeping my eyes averted from his.

“Yes I know,” he nodded, not being able to keep a small smile from his face.

“And then he just lost control. His eyes went black and his voice changed and... it was scary,” I whispered, not worrying if he could hear me or not because I was sure he could. He looked almost apologetic on Edward’s behalf for a moment before he questioned me again.

“Was this the first time you had sex?” he asked, his expression still devoid of much expression.

“Yes,” I mumbled. He exhaled loudly and scribbled something down on a notepad I didn’t notice he was holding.

“And was there anything you said, or anything you did, that set him off?” he questioned again, and noted my squirming at the thought of answering the question.

“Yes,” I mumbled again. He caught my eye.

“It’s okay, Bella. You can tell me,”

“Well... I told him to... um... fuck me harder,” I said in a voice so quiet it was practically a thought.

“Uh huh,” he nodded, not seeming at all phased by my answer.

“You see, Bella, where vampires are concerned, sexual feelings are magnified one million times next to humans. Imagine what that was like for Edward. I think the reason he lost control is that he had promised himself that he would only do what you asked him too. I don’t think he would ever imagine such descriptive words like that coming out of your innocent little mouth,” he paused for a second to smirk. “Think of it as a literal mindset. If someone told him to ‘get out of here’ at that moment he might very well have walked out the door - if you see what I mean. He takes everything literally and everything seriously. I don’t think he had anticipated what ‘harder’ would feel like for you as well as for him. He couldn’t comprehend that. I’m sorry that this happened, Bella. Did you need to ask me anything else?” he asked, and in the dark light with his blonde hair he reminded me of a slightly younger Carlisle. He sure had that sympathetic doctor’s tone down pat. I shook my head as he stood up.

“Are you in pain?” he suddenly asked, turning to look me up and down.

“Bruises, bleeding, cuts?” he added.

“Er, yes. Some bruises and bleeding. But mostly just soreness,” I replied. I had completely gotten this embarrassment out of the way somewhere in the last 10 minutes although I was hesitant to use the word ‘bleeding’ in front of Jasper since I knew that was his weakness.

“Do you need to make an appointment? Or Carlisle could make you some painkillers, vampire-strength. It depends on the pain. Where’s the bruises?” he asked, pushing up his sleeves as if he was going to examine me.

“On my thigh!” I exclaimed. If Jasper was still as sensitive to blood as he had been last year I didn’t favour the idea of sticking any part of my body in front of his nose much in case any scent of it still clung to me. Not to mention I was sure Edward wouldn’t be pleased with that either. Jasper seemed to understand where I was coming from and just smiled gently at me.

“Okay then. Will ordinary painkillers do?” he asked, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a box of Paracetamol and tossing them down on the bed before opening the window and sliding his legs out so he was sitting on the ledge.

“Just remember that you’re part of the family now. We love you and we care for you. Don’t be afraid if you want to ask us something... even if it isn’t me,” he added and his smile broadened when he saw that he was able to coax a small one from me.

“Oh, and Jasper!” I cried before he disappeared. His turned to glance at me over his shoulder.

“When is he coming back to school?” I asked, trying not to sound as desperate as I was.

“He’ll pick you up tomorrow at 8,” Jasper grinned before launching himself onto the tree outside my window with ease and precision.

I waved goodbye as he disappeared out the window and I lay back on my bed. It wasn’t Edwards fault. Jasper must have been right. It was his mindset that was disturbed, not him. I closed my eyes and easily dropped back off into a doze and must have slept through the afternoon and night as in the back of my mind I heard the TV playing the sports channel, the sound of a microwave, the pummelling of the shower and the slamming of Charlie’s bedroom door.

Tomorrow would be better, I promised my sleepy mind.

Tomorrow I would see Edward again.
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