A/N: WARNING this story will describe graphical sexual abuse. This story is fiction, but parts of it is true as it's the life I lived. I will say that unlike the Bella in this story, I didn't have a teenage pregnancy, but I dreamed it as one of the many ways of escaping my life. Bella will have the HEA that I never got.
I hate it when my lawyer reminds me how short time is getting; it's down to a year. If I want to keep my inheritance, I need to be married and have an heir. I don't want to lose it, but I won't marry unless it's for love.
I've not found the one yet. I can't let myself settle for just anyone. It has to be the one that is meant for me.
I've dated hundreds of ladies looking for the one. Most only want me for my name, 'Whitlock'. I was the sole heir to a multi-billion-dollar company. All the way through high school and college, I was a player. I graduated college with an MBA in business, so I could take over the company once my dad was ready to hand it over to me.
It wasn't until mom and dad were gone that I knew the truth about everything. They were two of the many Americans lost in the Tsunami that hit Indonesia in 2004. They were off on a vacation when it hit. It was the first time my dad had left me with the responsibility of the company.
When I got the word that their bodies had been found, I cried. My parents Peter and Charlotte Whitlock were two of the most loving people I've ever known.
After we buried them, Garrett Michaels our long-time family friend and lawyer read me my parents' wills. I ended up punching a hole in the wall when he read the stipulations of me getting not only the company, but also the billions my parents had saved.
"Jasper, calm down. You're twenty-five now that means you have four years to get married and have your heir. I'm sorry I always thought your parents had informed you of this. If there is anything, I could do to change it, you know I would. However, I can't change what they have put in their wills. If you don't marry and have a child by your thirtieth birthday, then everything goes to charities. That means the company would be sold to the highest bidder. Four years a lot can change."
"It's five years until I'm thirty not four," I yelled back.
"Yes, but you have to an heir before you turn thirty. You are going to have to be married before hand," he replied.
That day was worse than getting the news about my parents. How could they do this to me and not tell me? Garrett said that I was like six or seven when my parents had that put into their wills. They've made little changes over time, but always left that stipulation in.
Now here I was twenty-nine and still haven't found the one I want to marry. Maybe I should just do an arranged marriage to get this over with. There is nothing in the wills that says I can't get a divorce.
I decided to drive to the little restaurant that I secretly own. I used my own money to buy the place when it was going under a few years ago. Only the manager knows that I'm the owner. I made my way to my booth in the back.
There sitting in my booth was a young teenager, who was dirty and looked scared and lost. Why the hell would she be sitting in my booth? This was my booth and every worker in the place knows that I'm the only one that can sit here.
"Young lady, you're sitting in my booth, leave," I yelled out of frustration.
"I'm sorry," she stammered and turned to slide out.
I noticed she blanched at my tone and regretted my tone and words immediately.
As I sat down across from her, I put my hand out to stop her from leaving. "Sorry for my harsh words, please stay." She flinched from my touch, but slid back in the booth.
"Do you want anything to eat?" I asked, as I saw the waitress walk toward the booth.
"Yes, please," she responded.
I let her order first, and she just ordered a cup of soup and milk. I ordered my usual steak, baked potato, with a green salad.
We sat there not saying anything. She looked so lost. Part of me didn't care what or why she was lost, but part of me wanted to reach out and help her. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. I was being drawn to her.
Our food came and we just ate still not saying anything. After paying, I asked her, "Do you have a place to stay?"
"No," was her one-word answer.
"Come home with me, I'll give you a warm bed to sleep in," I somewhat ordered her, only to see her blanch again.
I just stared at her trying to figure out what was going through her head. I watched as she shifted in her seat letting her sweater slide off her shoulder. I could see bruises. What had this young lady been through?
"Not my bed Darlin', but in one of my guest rooms," I reassured her, hoping this will relieve some of the tension, which seemed to fill the air.
"Ok," she whispered softly.
I stood up and waited for her. Once she was standing, I started walking towards the door. I could feel her walking just a few steps behind me. Once we got outside and to my car, I unlocked the doors opening the passenger door, waiting for her to climb in.
She just stood there looking frightened. Leaving the door opened, I walked around the car and got in. A few moments later, she was still just standing there. "Darlin' I'm not going to hurt you."
I kept telling myself not to get upset with her and let her do this in her own time. I sat there for what felt like forever when I knew it was just a few minutes, before she slowly got into the car. She stayed as close to the door as possible.
This wasn't going to be easy. I wanted to help her. I have this need to help her.
I drove home just hoping that she would stop being scared of me and maybe open up a bit so I can truly help her.
I pulled in to the driveway not even going into the garage, got out and walked to the front door. I went into the living room after leaving the front door open hoping she was following me in. I didn't feel following behind me like I had at the restaurant.
I poured myself a glass of bourbon and sat on the couch. I'd just taken a sip when I heard what sounded like someone puking. I sat my glass down and darted towards the front door. I found her puking into the flowerbed next to the front porch.
I reached out and pulled her hair back. It felt dirty and matted with dirt. I didn't care I just felt this need to do this small little thing for her.
"Thank you," she whispered.
"Let's get you inside and into a nice hot tub. I'll give you some sweats of mine to wear. That's the best I can do until morning when the stores open," I encouraged her; in what I hope was a calm tone.
I took her to the downstairs guest suite, started the bath, and then went up to my room to get her some sweats to wear. I laid them on the bed, since I knew she was in the bath.
Why do I feel this need to help her? I went and called Garrett for his advice. He laughed saying he knew I had a heart in me somewhere. 'Ass' I thought.
"Seriously it sounds like she's been abused in more ways than one. First thing in the morning call Shay Donavon, she is the best I know at counseling abused teens."
"Thanks," I said writing down her number.
I went and checked on her. I found her sleeping curled in a ball. She looked like an angel lying there.
I still didn't even know her name or where she came from. As I got myself ready for bed, I couldn't help but try and think why I felt so protective of this little angel. I fell asleep with thoughts of the beautiful broken angel who was two floors below.
I woke the next morning and found Rose cooking breakfast.
"Rose, what the hell are you doing here?" I asked.
"Garrett called and said you might need some help. Emmett and Edward will handle the office today. You will eat and then call Dr. Donavon. So, what's her name?"
"Rose, she doesn't talk much, so I don't know. All I know is that I've got to help her."
"Jasper, Garrett said you sounded different on the phone. He said that you found your heart after all these years."
"I won't go that far Rose. She might feel better if you went and told her that breakfast is ready; She seemed scared of me."
"Jasper, she doesn't know me," Rose said sounding irritated with me for asking.
"Ok, I'll do it myself, but be warned she scares easily," I retorted before walking out into the hall, which led to the guest suite.
I knocked on the door and when I didn't get an answer, I slowly opened the door, not wanting to scare her. She was still asleep. With the sun light shining in her room, she looked even more like an angel. My heart skipped a few beats.
I knelt down by the edge of the bed, "Darlin' it's time to get up. A good friend of mine, Rose cooked us breakfast."
I watched as she stirred a bit. 'Stop, please you're hurting me,' I heard her say as she rolled away.
God, what has this child been through? I'll be damned if I let anyone ever hurt her again.
"Sweetheart, I won't hurt you, please come, and eat some breakfast."
She then shot up straight in the bed, "Where am I?"
"Well, you're at my house. I'm Jasper, and you are?"
"How did I get here?" She asked sounding confused.
"I brought you home from the restaurant last night."
"Oh, you're not going to hurt me are you?" She asked timidly, sliding back up against the headboard.
"God no, I just want to help you in any way you will let me."
"My friend Rose came over and cooked us some breakfast, would you like to come and meet her and get something to eat?"
"I'm not sure I can eat, these past few weeks each time I eat, I throw it back up."
"Try Darlin' please."
"I'll try, thank you. I'm Bella."
"Nice to meet you Bella, as I said my name is Jasper and all I want to do is help you."
"Can I have a moment to myself?"
"Of course you can. I'll be in the kitchen it's the last door on your right."
I walked back into the kitchen, and Rose had everything dipped up onto three plates with coffee and juice in the center of the table. I'll have to do something nice for her, since she is taking such good care of me and my house guest.
Rose and I were talking when Bella walked into the kitchen and sat down, but as soon as her bottom hit the chair she was up and running towards the bathroom once again. I followed and like last night and held her hair back.
"Thank you; I don't understand what's going on. I've never felt like this before," she cried with tears running down her face.
"We'll figure this all out. I'll have Rose put on some tea and make you some dry toast. It might help settle your stomach."
"Rose can you make her some tea and dry toast; it might help," I asked as I reentered the kitchen.
It was nearly thirty minutes before Bella rejoined us. I'd already cleaned the kitchen since Rose cooked; I felt I should at least clean up after us. "I'm sorry," was all she said as she sat down.
"Jasper, why don't you go and make the calls you need to make, and I'll sit here with her," Rose suggested.
"Bella, would that be alright?" I asked.
"I guess," was her simple reply.
I had my suspicions on what was going on with my house guest, and I wasn't sure how to handle any of this. The first call I made was to Garrett, I knew I would need his help, as always. I then called Dr. Alice Cullen; she was the only OB/GYN that I knew. She was also married to Edward one of my VPs and best friends. Lastly, I called Dr. Donavon, the counselor Garrett suggested last night. I was pleased when all three said they would be here in the next hour or two. I sat here for a few more moments wondering what the hell was I getting myself into. Is this the right thing to do? So many questions and so little answers were coming to me.
Walking out of my office I heard Rose and Bella talking, it sounded like they had moved from the kitchen to the living room.
"He hurt me every chance he got," I heard her tell Rose.
The poor girl, my heart went out to her, and I knew right then and there, I would do everything in my power to make sure she was safe.