Six

Chapter Six - Tying Up Loose Ends
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Jasper

"GET THE FUCK OFF ME!"  I raged, thrashing and kicking against my captor.

"I will,"  he promised, as he tightened the hold around my arms. "once you calm the fuck down."  

"FUCK THAT!"  I spat. 

"Come on, Jazz,"  Emmett grunted.  "you gotta get a hold of yourself."

"YOU'RE FUCKING DONE!"  I wailed at Garrett, but he wouldn't look me.  Garrett had made himself small in a corner of the room long ago, cradling his broken arm.

"I KNOW YOU HEAR ME, YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!"  I snarled, and thrashed harder against Emmett's hold.  

There weren't words to describe how fucking mad I was when Bella retreated from the family dinner because of a perverted idiot and a stuck up bitch.

It's nothing compared to how I feel now.


I had been struggling against Emmett since Bella had left and Garrett had made his second fuck up of the night.


He opened his mouth.


"What the fuck was that about?"  he had asked, and I lost it.

I had Carlisle in front of me trying to calm me down by getting me to focus on anything that wasn't that fucking douche-bag across the room, but the arguing going on around was not helping.


Rosalie had both Emmett and Alice lighting her ass up.


Esme was rubbing Carlisle's arm, as he tried to keep his self in check, but he was fast losing his temper.  Not something you see everyday from my very controlled uncle.


And Garrett - the fucking coward - hadn't moved from his corner.

I had a splitting headache, my breathing was getting heavier and my skin hot.

The room was buzzing, but I could hardly make out anything that was being said.  The blood was pounding in my ears, and I was starting to shake.

My face must have been red as a fire truck, it sure as hell felt like it, and the next thing I knew I had Alistair completely blocking my view of Garrett.


"Jesus, Mary, and Joesph.  Get dat fuckin' kid outta here."  Alistair ordered, thumbing over his shoulder.  "Da lad's gonna give out, his blood pressure's too fuckin' high."

Then Garrett was being dragged out the door by Carlisle, and Alistair was telling Emmett to let me go.

I sagged against the wall, gasping.

"Dat's it lad, take a breath,"  Alistair said softly, losing my tie and unbuttoning the first few buttons of my shirt.  The air felt good against my heated skin, and my vision started to clear.

"Easy, lad, easy."  Alistair told me as I tried to move myself off the wall.

It had been a long time since I had lost my temper like this.  I think it was a combination of the wine and all the bullshit over the last couple of days finally cause me to snap.

"Sit down, all of you!"  Carlisle commanded and the room fell silent again as Carlisle re-entered the room, and I prayed to all that was holy that it stayed that way.

Silently we all sat, some more reluctant than others.


I was very reluctant, I didn't know how much more bullshit I could handle tonight and I really didn't want to test the last shreds of my sanity in my aunts dinning room.


But this wasn't a request, it was an order from my superior.  I had no choice.


So I sat.  


Unhappily, arms crossed over my chest, daring a mother-fucker to say anything against Bella again.


"Look," Carlisle said pointedly, as he ran a hand over his face.  "I think there's been some miscommunication in regards to Bella's status in this family."

I snorted.  "Fucking understatement of the century."  I muttered to no one.

"Jasper,"  Carlisle warned.

"No, he has every right to be pissed,"  Emmett said, and turned an angry glare on his wife.  "and what did Bells ever do to you?  You don't know the half of what's she's been through."  


Her eyes narrowed.  "Fuck you, Emmett.  I didn't know.  I just thought she was some beat up bar slut that you two brought home."  Rose fired back.


"Watch your fuckin' mouth!"  I yelled, leaning across the table with my finger in her face.


Emmett held is palm up,  "That's just it, Rosie, you just insulted someone I consider as my sister based on what you thought you knew.  Did you ever think to fucking ask me or, fuck, anyone before you just assumed?"  


"You know what?"  Rosalie said, getting her attitude back.  "I don't have to listen to this shit, I'm leaving."  


"SIT YOUR ASS BACK IN THAT CHAIR!"  Esme yelled, pointing down at the chair Rose had just vacated.  


Rosalie's eyes widened and she sat back down.


Alice giggled at Rosalie's expression and whispered, "Welcome to the family."  then winked and smiled at me.

Did I mention how much little sister's rock?

"Look Jazz, I'm sorry, I really didn't-"  Rosalie started.

"DON'T... Just don't fuckin' talk to me right now."  I told her.  I couldn't deal with her right now.

I slumped against my seat and thought to myself; 'God, could today get any more fucked?'

It had all started with that crazy fucking wake up this morning.


I had been dreaming.


I was sitting on a porch swing overlooking the mountains. I had Bella in my arms.  We were kissing, endlessly kissing, until I heard a small giggle… she was so warm.

Then something I can only describe as rotting garbage mixed with sewage blew against my face.

I wrinkled up my nose and told Bella maybe she should take a shower.


Loud laughing… and snorting.

My eyes jerked open and I was up close and personal with what my sleep deprived mind registered as a one eyed demon.  It was licking his liking it’s chops; wafting more of its devil stink to my nose.

I jerked backwards and I heard a loud thump.

It was only then I realized that the one eyed creature was only Bella’s ugly dog who was still curled up on my pillow - which was now trash - drooling and snorting, and that loud thump was Bella.

Actually, the only thing that had gone down as planned today was my talk with Alistair before the disaster of a dinner.

With the pixie distracting Bella, I approached Alistair about my situation.  


It went better than I could have hoped for.

When I told him of my plans for Bella and I, he smiled - a huge fucking smiled and then snorted at me.

“Ye’ don’t waist any time, do ‘ye.”  he asked me, and I laughed and shook my head.  I wasn’t about to waist any time when it came to Bella, I had already done enough of that.

Well, I know yer always goin' t’ love me girl, ‘ye always have.  So, der’s no point in me askin’, but I got'a know, are ‘ye goin' t' take up rank?

I nodded my head.

“Good,”  he said with a stiff nod,  “I wouldn’t allow it if ‘ye didn’.”

The confusion must have been written plainly on my face, because he sighed.
 

“Dere’s a lot of folk talkin' about dat girl, non' of it good.  I know not what her Da' done t' create so many enemies, but he ruined me Bell's life.  I wouldn’t allow 'er t' be wit any man who couldn't protect 'er

And I understood then.

“Dat lass is thee only thing I’ve ever loved more than me own arse, an I wanna know she’ll be well looked after when I‘m buried in the ground.”

Smiling I nodded, I had my answer.

"JASPER!"  

My head snapped up.  "Huh?"

"Christ bro, we've been calling your name for like a minute now."  Emmett said worried.

"Sorry,"  I waved hands in the air for effect.  "too much."

"Now,"  Carlisle said a little too forceful, straightening his shirt and his hair.  "I think some that are new to the family have gotten the wrong idea about Bella."

And bless his Irish white ass, he looked like a fucking mad man.  Half his shirt was un-tucked and rumpled, and his blond hair was in such a fucking disarray it looked like he had been pulling it out by the roots.

Kinda makes me wonder how rough I look.

I scoffed at myself.

Carlisle, taking my scoff as some sort of protest, looked at me exasperated, begging me to keep my peace.

I huffed and rolled my eyes, by agreed.

"Jazz, what happened to Bella?  I saw the bruises, but I didn't want to say anything."  Ali said quietly.

I sighed, I really didn't want to tell or even hear this story again.

"I don't think it's fair to make Jasper go over this again, so I'll do it, but,"  he said turning to me.  "I think everyone here needs to know."  

"Do it."  I told him.  "Alice?"

"Yeah, Jazz."

"If I get outta my chair, take your idiot and hall-ass, okay?"

She smiled.  "Okay."

I paid as little of attention as I could, and pretended Garrett wasn’t in the room as Carlisle told Bella’s story, starting with her childhood, how her mother had abandoned her and about her father’s murder, how Alistair took her in and how she became a part of this family.  

Throughout the story I added what I had recently learned, I told them all about Edward’s defection, and about him being seen openly courting Carmen Volturi.

I told them how Edward had abandoned her in New York, and how she ended up at the working as a dancer and about the beatings she received.  

When no one said anything I stood up.

"I'm fucking going to bed."

"Jazz?"  Emmett called, but I just held my hand up and continued toward the stairs.  I had reached my limit and thought it best to leave while certain spouses still had their heads.

 I was, however, surprised to find the lamp still on next to the bed as I entered.

Bella was lying on top of the covers full clothed, heels and all, with a death grip on Migg’s who was silently begging me with his eye to free him.

I tossed my dinner jacket over a chair and removed my shirt and tie.

Kneeling beside Bella, I pried her arms from around her ugly dog, who scampered over to my side of the bed and laid his dirty ass on my pillow.

Fucker

When I was removing her shoes I noticed her stockings, as she slept her dress had ridden up her thighs and hot damn she was wearing garters.

Bless me father for I am about to sin…

“Jasper…”  she whispered, as I was rubbing a particular nasty knot from the arch of her foot.

I didn’t know if she was sleeping or dreaming so my hands - growing minds of their own- continued up her calve to her thigh, and I got my answer a few seconds later.

“Jazz?”  she called again, sitting up.