Author's Note - Oh goody goody, more Mobward for us to enjoy! :D Sorry for the wait - I get lazy sometimes but I will NEVER abandon any of my stories. I just take a few days to update them.

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Disclaimer - Everything Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer, I just own my imagination.

- Chapter 3 -

And it's nice to know when I was left for dead,

I was found and now I don't roam these streets,

I am not the ghost you are to me.

- 'Carry On' by F.U.N

"Who the fuck are you and what the fuck are you doing in my fucking warehouse?!" The angry velvet voice snarled at me, cursing like a sailor. I gulped loudly and sucked in a large breath as my head continued to pound from the knock it had received a few moments ago.

"Um…," I started brilliantly.

Talk you idiot! Talk!

The furious male grabbed my throat roughly and I cried out wordlessly, writhing under his iron grip, my hands clawing at his to let go of my throat.

"P-please! I don't…I don't mean any harm!" I gasped out desperately. The green eyes narrowed and his grip became tighter. He hauled me upwards harshly onto my knees, blood gushing out of the wounds on my stomach.

"Who. Are. You." He asked again, holding my arms behind my back with one hand and keeping a tight grip on my neck with the other.

"B-Bella Swan," I stuttered out weakly, frightened he might hurt me more than the those other swines had last night. Then he laughed. He laughed. And it sounded absolutely beautiful.

"Oh honey, you have no idea do you?" He chuckled. Then I felt him lean in close to my ear, making me shiver. "I don't want your fucking name - I want to know why the fuck you are trespassing in my warehouse," He drew out dangerously, breathing angrily onto my neck.

"I just need help!" I shouted, exasperated. "I'm sorry, I didn't know where else to go. I'm lost and…I can't find my way home," I whispered quietly as I sagged against his lean body. He stiffened for a moment before tightening his grip again, remembering himself.

"Get up," He commanded as I struggled to stand. The blood was still gushing from the cuts and I knew I needed some First Aid.

Mr. Bossy yanked me up by my arm and began to stride along the dark space with me in tow.

"Where are we going?" I panicked. The stranger just kept walking, ignoring me. I tried to twist my arm out of his grip, but he held it firm, dragging me along like a dog on a leash.

"Where are we going?" I repeated, getting annoyed with his attitude. He growled under his breath but kept walking. After what felt like an age he pushed me up against what felt like a wall.

Something clicked loudly and I held my breath, waiting for him to shoot me or something. Instead, a dim light flicked on over head and lit up the whole warehouse with a very dim, blue glow.

My eyes slowly adjusted and slid over to the most beautiful male I have ever seen in all my nineteen years.

I gasped with fear as his blazing green eyes landed on me and trailed up and down my body.

"What the fuck happened to you?" He demanded in what could only be described as a snarl. He looked absolutely lethal, but I sort of liked it.

"I um…I don't know," I lied unconvincingly, twisting my fingers together and trying to sidle quickly away from him. He reached out his arm and grabbed me back into place quick as a flash.

"Stop trying to run from me - it's no use," He glared at me and put both his arms on either side of my head.

"Now," He started when I was fully trapped and whimpering "What happened to you? I will get it out of you, one way or another," He warned icily and tilted his head to the side, waiting.

Instead of answering him, I studied his features. He had a beautiful tangle of messy bronze coloured hair that stuck up in all directions like he had permanent bed-hair. His eyes were a shocking shade of green and his dark eyelashes accented them perfectly, making his eyes pop. The angle of his jaw bone was manly and angular; absolutely perfect.

He was, in one word, a God.

"Fuck, you better answer me!" He shouted loudly, snapping my bubble of thought. I whimpered and shrunk into myself, cowering away from this beautiful monster.

"Stop it!" I shouted back "You know nothing about me - and you never will!" I yelled crossly and ducked out from under his arms, wincing as my stomach flared up with pain again. I moaned and dropped to the floor, heaving and sobbing as the relentless pain continued.

I felt a shadow loom over me, blocking out what little light there was as I muffled my sobs into my hands. I felt so weak, so helpless and vulnerable here with this stranger.

What on Earth made you choose this place to think?

Not much thinking was going on.

Just pain.

"Will just tell me what happened for fuck sakes?!" His angry voice sounded from near my right side. I pushed my matted hair out of my face and sniffled.

"No thanks, I'd rather die," I muttered and clutched my stomach, blood sticking to my hands. I heard him sigh in frustration and move closer to me.

He took my hands away from my stomach and held them up "Look, your fucking bleeding," He stated in the most obvious manner and shook my hands like a rag dolls.

"No, really?" I snapped and yanked my hands out of his grip. I didn't like the tingly feeling I was getting off them. I sighed heavily and lifted myself up into a sitting position.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled. "I'm just hurting a lot right now and I need to…work this out," My voice cracked weakly. I looked up and saw him running a frustrated hand through his untamed hair.

"Would you please just tell me how you got so fucking messed up so I can clean you up and get you out of my hair?" He snapped back harshly and turned his icy gaze onto mine. I flinched and moved backwards.

I didn't want to tell him, nor did I have to. He couldn't make me. I felt his arms wrap around me and pull me up to face him. Surprisingly gently he lifted my chin upwards, forcing me to lock eyes with him.

"Hey, I'm not going to beat you up. Fuck, I don't hit girls," He sneered the last part. I bowed my head meekly and weighed up my chances of escaping.

They weren't looking great.

Just tell him! Maybe he can help? Get you home? Safe?

I let out another shaky sigh and pulled my legs up to my chin, moaning internally as my stomach rippled at the movement. Mystery Man sat down opposite me and glared.

I took a deep breath and bit my lip nervously. "Um…well…I don't really know how to start I-"

"Just fucking tell me what the fuck happened before I hit something!" He roared suddenly and I cowered into my knees, trembling. I felt hot, wet tears spill down my cheeks and splash onto my bloodied shirt.

"I…," He sighed and reached out to me before remembering himself and pulling his hand back. "Please just tell me," He murmured quietly, looking down at his lap, his cheeks raging in the dim glow of the warehouse. All around us was silence, grey, floor and walls. It was a very depressing sight.

"Okay…how about I start from the beginning?" I asked and pursed my lips. He only nodded. "Well, my name is Bella, I'm nineteen. I have no job right now. I live in a flat by myself. I graduated High School but haven't went to College or Uni yet," I told him in no more than a whisper. I was telling this complete stranger everything about me, yet I knew nothing of him. I shook my head and went on.

"My life…isn't the best. My parent's live in Seattle - so I barely see them," I explained as he sat, poker-faced, listening. "My neighbourhood is a bit run-down. There is muggings and shootings around there nearly every night. It frightens me," I added with a wobbly voice.

"Last night I…I did something really, really stupid," I worried my lip and stared at the floor in embarrassment. "I got fed up with sitting in that flat, worrying, so I went out for a walk…I didn't mean to go far, but I got lost in the alleyways and…and…" I trailed off, sobs building up in my throat. I knew if I said anymore I would burst.

"Go on," He gritted out, his breathing heavy and angry. I put my face into my hands and let out a single, broken sob.

"I got r-raped," I whispered as the tears took over once again. "I…fought them I swear, but they were too strong th-they c-cut me with a knife and-,"

"I've heard enough," He snarled and pulled me up to my feet. I cried out as he pulled me along the warehouse floor and dumped me onto a single, soft mattress that lay in a dark corner of the room. He disappeared from my sight as I curled up and groaned in the agonizing pain.

Go away. Go away. Go away.

Chanting had helped in the past to prevent pain, but it wasn't working now. He came back a few minutes later with a large porcelain bowl and a little green bag. A First Aid kit.

"Here, lie back," He instructed, pointing to the pillow behind me. I lay back uncertainly, not trusting him. He dumped a clean rag into the bowl which glimmered with water in the pale light.

He still looked beautiful, even when angry and frustrated. I waited nervously, my inner stomach clenching uncomfortably as he opened the kit and pulled out a few items.

"W-what are you doing?" I began to shake as a cold chill covered my body.

"Shitting rainbows, what does it look like?" He rolled his lovely eyes and moved to lift my shirt up. I whimpered slightly as his cool fingers brushed over the cuts that were still oozing pus and blood.

He licked his lips in concentration as he pressed down on them gently, making me squirm in discomfort.

"Stay still!" He snapped, glaring at me. He picked up the bowl and used the rag to dab at the blood, cleaning the cuts until the blood flow had slowed and the wounds were moderately clean. He put some sort of anti-septic ointment on it to stop infection and then rubbed some numbing cream over each wound.

"I'm going to have to sew this shit up, otherwise you will die of blood loss or infection," He stated in an annoyed tone. "I'm surprised you've lived this long with cuts like these," He gestured to my stomach offhandedly. I rolled my eyes.

"Lucky me," I muttered under my breath, too low for his ears. I hoped.

"Wait, what's your name?" I asked quickly. He turned to me with a bemused expression and ran a hand through his hair again.

Damn I liked that more than I should.

"Why?" He asked suspiciously, eyeing me carefully. I shrugged lightly.

"I just…need to call you something other than douchebag," I grumbled. His eyebrows raised in amusement and a smile twitched at his perfect lips.

"Hmm," He pondered sarcastically "So you think I'm a douche when some other motherfuckers raped you and cut you up like a piece of shit?" His face turned to stone as I flinched.

"I'm…sorry," I mumbled. This guy sure liked his F-Bombs.

"Whatever, just lie still," He turned his back to grab a few items and then came to face me again.

"You never told me your name," I said hesitantly, scared he might snap at me again.

"Fine, it's Edward," He growled. "Happy now?" He seethed. I nodded quickly. He pulled me closer to him by my feet. Then he brought out a needle and thread and tested the skin with the tip of the needle. It didn't hurt, surprisingly, because of the cream. He pushed the needle in and began the first row of stitches on one of the many cuts.

I held my breath throughout most of it as he stitched a few stitches, then dabbed the excess blood away gently with the cold rag. The smell of the damp blood was making me feel woozy as my head began to swim lying on the pillow.

Edward didn't say a single word to me the whole way through until the end when he snapped the thread with his teeth and sat up.

I opened my eyes and gazed down at him as he wiped away the remaining blood and pus with extreme care.

"Done," He stated coldly and threw the rag into the bowl and packed up the First Aid Kit.

"Thank you so much," I whispered and gently touched my now healing stomach with one hand. His eyes softened slightly, letting down their guard for a brief second before closing up and hardening again.

He glanced at my ruined shirt for a moment then began shrugging out of his own, large black t-shirt.

"Here," Edward said and handed me the shirt that would look like a tent on my small, fragile frame.

I couldn't help but stare for a brief second at his muscular, toned stomach as the muscles rippled when he moved. Could this guy be any more perfect, or more of a douchebag? I wasn't sure, but I sure liked his body.

"Thank you," I whispered again and sat up slowly to pull my dirty, worn shirt off me and pull Edward's soft, fresh-smelling shirt over my head. He watched me as I fingered the soft, worn fabric and smiled at him genuinely.

He gave me a curt nod before standing to clear away any evidence of the bloodied rag and bowl. I lay back down on the mattress and waited for his return. Edward's return

Edward.

Edward.

I loved how nicely his name looked in my head.

"Edward," I whispered quietly, testing out his name on my tongue. It wrapped around it like velvet and honey and I liked it far too much.

Edward himself came back a few seconds later and kicked off his Doc Martins and tossed them over near the end of the mattress. He lay back, away from me and put his arms behind his head, his eyes closed. He crossed his ankles over one another comfortably and I envied him for that. His black jeans sat low on is hips and with no shirt covering his chest, I could clearly see the beautiful 'v' of his stomach that dipped low into the denim.

I blushed furiously at these inappropriate thoughts. He was a douchebag after all.

"Edward?" I asked hesitantly, not wanting him to be cross with me. He opened his eyes lazily and looked at me in mild annoyance.

"What?" He sighed. I cleared my throat quietly and fingered his shirt.

"Why…why did you help me? I mean…I do appreciate it - really I do but…I don't understand," I murmured and sat up again to gaze down at his relaxed posture. He looked so at home and…I wanted to be a part of that.

Stop it Bella!

I would never fit in with him.

"I wasn't going to let you die - then I would have death on my hands and trust me; I really don't need that shit right now," He told me in a monotone and looked off into the distance of the warehouse. I processed this information. So, he didn't really care about me - he just didn't want some stranger's dead body to deal with. I grimaced and hunched up again.

"Be careful of your stomach - no moving for a few days," He commanded.

Days?!

"Days?" I echoed in disbelief. He nodded solemnly.

"Weeks or months if you don't do as I say - mark my words, I really don't want or need you here. So just sit and heal," He said grumpily and scratched the back of his head distractedly.

We sat in awkward silence for a few minutes…or hours. I couldn't be sure in the dim light with no windows or clocks in sight.

Eventually I decided to ask him what was on my mind.

"Edward? Why do you live here…I mean…I know New York isn't ideal but, why live here?" I questioned. He huffed quietly and took a deep ragged breath.

"None of your fucking business," He muttered. I almost giggled at how childish he sounded. Not that a child should know the 'F' word anyway.

"Please? I don't like this darkness," I pleaded.

"Get fucking used to it! I live here goddammit. That is that. Shit is shit and I don't need your fucking questioning," He seethed, sitting up with his fists clenched like he was going to punch something "I've taken you in haven't I? I fixed you up? What more do you fucking want? I'm not a millionaire or a prince or any of that fairytale shit - I ain't some superhero that will fix everything Bella," He breathed heavily, his upper lip curling.

I shuffled backwards and avoided eye contact. He really didn't like me.

"I.-"

"No! Just shut the fuck up and lie down like I fucking told you," He ran a hand through his hair as his blazing emerald eyes shot daggers at me. I obeyed and lay back, swallowing tears desperately.

"You didn't need to take me in. You could have just left me or thrown me out. But you didn't and I'm really thankful Edward, thank you," I mumbled sleepily. "And…I'm sorry. I won't question you anymore," I sniffled and turned on my side to face the wall, away from his glaring and coldness.

Even though he hated me, I suddenly wanted him to wrap me in his arms and comfort me.

He didn't.

Instead, he threw a thin blanket over me and leaned in close to me.

"Just follow my orders and you will live," He whispered icily before pushing away from me with a grunt and storming quietly over to the light switch to turn it off with a dull click. He disappeared into the darkness. I couldn't even hear him breathing anymore.

I was scared, I was frightened, I was shaken by his departing words.

'Follow my orders and you will live,'

Sure, if living in a dark hole was considered living. Curling up uncomfortably, waiting for sleep to claim me, I wondered if this strange savior would ever open up to me. The only thing I knew about him so far was his name.

Edward.

End Notes - So, what do we think of Jerkward? Personally - I think he's hot. He doesn't trust Bella - he doesn't trust anyone but will Bella win his trust? Maybe. We'll see.

Anywhoo, I hope you liked sexy Mobward and his Doc Martins. Wasn't he sweet, giving Bella numbing cream and then stitching her up? Him giving her his shirt personally had me swooning! What I wouldn't give to have Edward give me his shirt to sleep in! *wink wink*