Love is Art • Jasper Hale [1] *On Hold*

06 | Confronting Jasper

LOVE IS ART
VI. Confronting Jasper

Coming out of the hospital early had been the best thing that happened to me this year. I haven't quite been able to stomach hospitals since I had to identify what was left of mother and father. It was a day that had hung heavy over myself and my sister since the accident. The only bad thing to come out of my early discharge was that my arm was still in a cast, meaning I wouldn't be able to paint anything beautiful for a while longer.

I gathered what I needed for the day, including my car keys, and headed out of the door with much struggle. I would have asked for Clarys help, but I didn't want to bother her, besides I doubt that she would have been willing to help me out, she had already barged past me moments ago, making sure to knock against my broken arm purposefully.

"I think your sister is starting to warm up to you again", Sam seemed to be waiting for me outside of my home. Shades covered his eyes as he leaned against the bonnet of his car. I wasn't expecting him to pop by, perhaps he was just checking up on me.

"She's going to hate me for the rest of her life", I commented with so much truth embedded into my words. I had already expected the hate, that doesn't mean that I didn't pray for the day that Clarys would love me as her sister again. Sam laughed lightly at what I said and walked around the side of his car to open the passenger door.

"What are you doing Sam?"

"I'm driving you to school? you weren't expecting me to allow you to drive yourself there?", He said, almost like it was obvious. I knew I only had one working hand, but I was willing to figure out making my own way to school. Sam had more important things to be doing

"I couldn't keep you from from your duties Sam, you're the pack leader, I could drive myself"

"Shut up and get in the car Violet", Sam snapped which resulted in an involuntary flinch from myself.

I knew that Sam carried an air of regality, for thousands of years the alpha's of our tribes have been almost worshipped by those who followed them. I began to think that for a moment I offended Sam, he had never raised his voice at me like this before. My cheeks flushed red with embarrassment and I started to think about what Jasper said to me.

Maybe I was weak.

I decided to say no more to Sam, I put away my keys and got in the car, closing the door behind me.

The journey towards Forks high school was most definitely a silent one. It lacked the usual jokes that myself and Sam would share, when we spent our time together on the reservation. I was certain something may had been bothering him, never less I made sure not to agitate him further and settled with the breeze from outside rushing through the gaps of the car window as the most beautiful song played through the radio.