The next place Bella and I stopped at was in Wyoming. We stopped in some small town that I couldn't even remember the name of. It was pretty insignificant to be. The only reason we even stopped was because I was uncomfortable going any longer without hunting. I refused to take chances with that. As I said to Bella, what happened on her birthday could never happen again. I wouldn't to. So Bella and I checked into a local hotel and then I went in search of a forest.
I found a place to hunt not too far away from town and I immediately started to hunt. A fed on bear and a couple of dear before I was confident that it was sufficient. I wasn't really full. I couldn't be. You only got that luxury with human blood, something I refused to ever drink again.
I was on my way back to the hotel in Bella's truck; she'd graciously allowed me to take it, when my phone rang. I looked at the caller ID and saw that it was Carlisle. I had to answer it. I would not ignore my father. Anyone else besides him, Esme, and Alice, I would on certain occasions, but not them.
"Hello?" I said into the phone.
"Hello, son. I just wanted to call and check in with you," Carlisle said.
"I'm doing fine, Carlisle. I just finished a hunt," I told him as I got into the truck.
"Excellent! I'm glad to hear you're taking care of yourself. I also wanted to talk to you about Edward and Bella," Carlisle said.
I sighed. I really didn't want to talk about either of those things. It caused my chest to swell up with guilt. Not guilt over leaving with Bella. I wouldn't regret that for as long as I lived, which would probably be quite long. No, what I felt guilty about was deceiving my father. I was with Bella and I couldn't tell him. I couldn't betray her trust and I couldn't put Carlisle in the position where he would have to lie to the rest of the family. I knew that keeping him in the dark was for the best, but I still hated myself for doing it.
"I want you to know how proud I am of you."
'Oh, great. Twist the knife why don't you?' I thought to myself. Carlisle's pride just made feel more like dirt for lying to him than I already did. "Proud?"
"Yes. I am proud of you for not allowing your brother to hurt Bella like he intended," Carlisle told me.
"So Alice told you?" I asked. I wasn't all that surprised to hear it. I knew it was coming. It was like I told Bella. Alice was getting sick of Edward and his selfishness, and I was sure that she blamed Edward for Bella and me leaving. She was bound to seek revenge.
"Yes. She explained how she had a vision of the entire thing. Well, she actually had more than one, and in one vision, you told Bella everything and helped heal her in the process," Carlisle explained.
Okay, that surprised me. I had no idea that Alice had orchestrated the whole thing. Why would she do that? She didn't seem to want us to go. She seemed to understand that we had to, but she didn't want us to. Alice was obviously up to something, but for the life of me, I couldn't figure out what it was.
Carlisle's voice interrupted my thought process. "Jasper? Are you still there, son?"
"Yeah, I'm here. So what happened after that? I mean, are you all still in Forks?" I asked. Now that the reason for everyone to leave was gone, I wasn't sure what the rest of the family had decided.
"No, we're currently in Alaska contemplating our next move. We're thinking of heading to New York. Edward isn't with us. He's opted not to join the rest of the family," Carlisle explained.
"Yeah, I assumed as much. Edward can't help himself. He wants to find Bella so that he can selfishly rip her heart out," I said scathingly. I immediately regretted my words though. Not because they weren't true, but because Carlisle didn't deserve to hear them. Edward was Carlisle's son too. He didn't need to hear me disparage him. "I'm sorry, Carlisle. I shouldn't have said that."
"No, it's alright, son. You have said nothing that isn't truth. I'm frankly astounded by Edward's actions. That he would actually do something like that..."
I felt bad for my father. He was finally seeing Edward for what he was. A selfish bastard. I could tell that the realization was hurting him. How could it not? Carlisle was most selfless person I'd ever met. It was hard for him to accept that his own son was the exact opposite. "I wish I could say I was as surprised as you, but I'm not. I've always known how selfish and manipulative Edward could be. I didn't want to tell you because I didn't want to be the one to take the delusion away."
"I appreciate that, son. Though I wish I did know before Edward chased Bella away. It pains me to know that she's out there somewhere, probably thinking we've all abandoned her," he said.
And with that the guilt I had been feeling returned. I wished I could tell Carlisle that Bella no longer thought that, but I couldn't, nor without revealing that Bella was with me.
"My only solace is that Alice says she'll return to us one day. I hope the same can be said for you, son," Carlisle said.
"Of course," I assured him. I would go back when Bella did, which I was sure she would even without Alice's vision. "I just need some time."
"I understand. Well, I'll allow you to get back to whatever it is you were doing. I love you, son."
"I love you too. Bye, Carlisle," I said before hanging up. I started the truck and then proceeded to make my way back to Bella.