Redamancy | Jasper Hale x Reader

Chapter Twenty

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Nearly two weeks Jacob Black has not only been ignoring and avoiding Bella, but Quil and I too. Ever since the night of the movies, since his uncharacteristically rude outburst at Mike Newton. Both of my best friends were stressed about it which in turn stresses me out. I've called him multiple times to leave voicemails about what he's doing to his friends, but it was to no avail - radio silence remained.

Bella said Harry Clearwater told her it was mono, but anyone could smell that bullshit from a mile away. Did mono render you catatonic? Unable to communicate with people that care about you?

An uneasy feeling settled in my gut, it had to be more. Something was keeping him from us and I want to know what that something is.

I need to know, I can't lose another one...

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• March 4th, 2006 • Home •

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"Mom!" I shout through the empty house, trying to locate her.

A rare day we both have off to spend together and I'm about to ditch her.

"Yes, sweetheart?" I hear her voice drift from the laundry room as I make my way downstairs.

Turning as the sound of my approaching footsteps, she raises her eyebrows at my appearance - noting that my state of dress isn't exactly for a day-in at home anymore.

"Bella called, was wondering if I'd go hiking with her? I think she just needs to take her mind off of Jake and wants company."

My moms face falls slightly, but I can tell she won't stop me from running to my best friend's aid, "Just be careful and take your phone."

"Thanks mom!" I surge forward and hug her quickly before snatching my keys from the hook by the door on my way out.

"And be back before dark!"

"Of course, love you!" I shout back.

"I love you too, honey!"

I speed almost the entire way to Bella's - wanting to get her mind off of Jake was true, but she also wanted help finding the meadow.

As in, the meadow.

Her and Edward's meadow.

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• March 4th, 2006 • Ithaca, NY •

Jasper

For months I've been feeling with this crack in my soul because of her and I've been doing it alone. Admittedly it's my own doing, but the chafing of not really having my brother in my corner has worn away at me in way that doubles the pain of the loss.

I find myself gravitating towards his closed door, something that before Ithaca would've been an odd sight, and knocking on the thin wood.

"Go away." The words rumble in his distinct baritone just loud enough for me to hear.

"No." I answer simply, just as tired.

The door whips open in a flash and his eyes send a shock through me. Not because they're dark with hunger - but dark with anger. And his emotions reflect it threefold.

"What do you want?" His tone raises my hackles, reminding me that my brother isn't one to be messed with in a mood like this one.

A delicate hand curls up and around his chest, the owner of it completely blocked from view by his massive frame, and he visibly deflates. His anger dialing back a fraction at the influence of just her touch.