The Cullen Project *Editing*

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Elizabeth POV

"Ten minuets." Alice updated us on the arrival of my father.

Yesterday afternoon the Cullens told me all about my father so I would know what to expect. I've been a bundle of constant nervous energy since then. Even Grampa noticed I seemed jumpy this morning.

They had some very lovely memories of him, but, they also had some terrifying ones.

I learned that the dream I had had about him, Alice, and the man named 'Aro' had really been about my father trying to kill himself.

I was shocked. Alice said his guilt of leaving my mother ate him alive to the point where he couldn't live without her. Of course she couldn't convince him to go back to her so he went and tried to get himself killed.

"I need some fresh air." I gasped as I paced back and forth in the living room.

"Okay, go out the back door though, and please stay on the porch. I'll get you when it's time." Carlisle hugged me tightly and I quickly left and sat on a bench right outside the door.

I took deep breaths and pulled massive amounts of clean air into my lungs. One major thing about Forks I love is literally everything. The clean air, the forest practically call my name for running, and also the fact that my blood originates from here.

Suddenly a weird sense of calm settled over me.

"Hello Elizabeth." Jasper smiled at me, kinda, as he shut the back door behind him.

"Hi Jasper." I smiled back.

"Can I sit?" He asked and I nodded.

His voice was soothing and nice but I could feel how uncomfortable he was around me. There was some unspoken thing between us, something big and huge, but he wasn't going to tell me about it.

"I feel like I owe it to her." He spoke suddenly, surprising me.

Maybe he's going to tell me after all...

"Owe what to who?" I asked, shifting sideways to look at him.

"I feel like I should make up for the damage I caused by looking out for you. I owe that at least to Bella." He sighed and looked out over the forests tree line.

"What happened?" I asked and he sighed, sounding deeply disturbed he answered.

"On your mothers eighteenth birthday, while she was opening a gift, she got a paper cut. My bloodlust soared and I couldn't help it and I..." He violently cringed up as if suffering from PTSD.

"It's okay! It's okay!" I tried to sooth him. "You tried to attack her?" I prompted him to keep going, showing him I wasn't mad.

"I got close but the others dragged me away. Edward saw how dangerous we all were to your mom and that's why he left. He left because me trying to attack her finally scared him enough to leave her. Except, by leaving her we ruined lives." He cringed up again and I hugged him, tightly.

"It's okay." I cooed.

"It's not okay, if he hadn't have left, if I hadn't have forced him to leave..."