A.N: Omg! So my Beta jewlzncoolz is a lifesaver!!! you guys could give the credit to her for this chapter. I wrote a little bit of it and I ended up with writers block so she finished it for me and tweaked it a whole lot! And it came out absolutley perfect. :)

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Disclaimer: I do NOT own twilight, not even the cool shiny silver volvo! :'(

Chapter Four.

BPOV

My eyes were fixed on my lap. My breathing was controlled and timed. My fingers curled and twisted in a fidgety way.

I'm safe. I'm safe. I'm safe. I chanted uselessly in my head, I was trying to comfort myself and it was working about as good as trying to outrun an Italian sports car would do. Of course I wasn't safe. When was I ever truly safe anyway? My memory was blank, I couldn't remember being safe with loved ones, with friends, it was all a different lifetime ago.

It was a time when my mother was alive. When he didn't abuse me and… I shook that thought out of my head and focused on the task at hand. He was behind me now. Phil wouldn't get me. I had escaped.

I let my eyes wander around the car careful to avoid the face of my mysterious saviour. My eyes ended up at the window and I was shocked to see that the city was a mere blur. I glanced at the speedometer careful of not letting my eyes wander to the man beside me.

He was hitting 80 mph, I clutched onto my seat. Normally I'd go off about us getting killed but in this situation it was better to keep my mouth shut. Who knew, maybe this man was worse than the vile Phil.

But then again, he had just rescued me. Just when I thought I'd get mugged and possibly raped from all those men, he had come to my rescue. Mysterious and silent but a hero was a hero.

I couldn't help but notice that the man's knuckles were bone white from his hands tightening on the steering wheel. When I had peeked around, I didn't look up to his face. I looked straight ahead, manoeuvring my eyes without moving my head.

When I saw how tight he was gripping the wheel, it frightened me slightly. I mean, it seemed as if he was angry about something. But why was he so angry? Was he angry with me? Surely not. He didn't really know me. But still, I had no idea. If saving me was an inconvenience to him, then why did he do it?

The car slowed slightly and rolled to a stop as I breathed out a sigh of relief. His grip on the steering wheel loosened slight and the man turned off the car, leaving the keys in the ignition. The purr of the engine died and the car was filled with silence. The atmosphere was now full of tension. I breathed out and I timidly turned in my seat to look at him.

I was breathless.

He was beautiful. That would be the only and perfect word to use to describe him the top of his head was a messy disarray of odd coloured bronze hair. A beautifully amazing and peculiar shade. His face reminded me of a Greek god. Adonis maybe? In the moonlight I could see the shimmer of his emerald green eyes. They beat my boring brown orbs by a long shot. I suddenly felt self conscious in his presence.

Ugh! Damn it, I've got to get a hold of myself!

I held my breath as my eyes continued to sweep over his perfectly beautiful features. He had a strong, set jaw that seemed to be clenched shut. He stared straight ahead, his eye never blinking. I felt so breathless. So awed.

Just thank the guy and move ON! I've more things to worry about. Doesn't matter if I'm a plain Jane sitting in a Greek God's car; that's irrelevant!

I decided to listen to my conscious and grabbed my duffel bag. At first I was kind of scared to face him and now I actually had to talk to him, I should be scared shitless. But this is just a walk in the park compared to what I've been through. I just had to remind myself of that. I simply needed to say thank you and leave. My plan was to get to Forks and find my real father.

Get this over with!

Gripping my duffel bag I opened the car door, I swung one foot out onto the pavement before turning back to the strange beautiful boy besides me.

"Um...thanks for saving me. I don't want to be a burden...so I'm going to go..." I muttered quietly. Even with my lowest tone, my voice sounded groggy and croaky. I waited for him to talk.

Silence.

He didn't even move, his eyes were staring a hole through the windshield. Looks like he wanted me gone. That was fine with me. I needed to leave anyway, if he wanted me to just disappear, who was I to challenge him?

"Okay well, Thanks again." With that I turned and stepped fully out of the silver car and closed the door. I looked around it seemed like we were what looked like the outskirts of Port Angeles. I could see the city lights in the distance.

I quickly came to the decision that instead of hitchhiking back to Forks or walking, I'd walk back toward the tourist part of town and stay in a cheap motel. I'd find a way to Forks in the morning. Besides, I didn't want a repeat of had just happened tonight anyway. Who knows if there were more creepy perverted men hanging around? There was one too many in Phoenix like Phil.

I started walking in the direction of the city lights when I heard the purr of the engine start up again. I pictured the smooth silver car speeding down the road but when I looked behind me it was being put in reverse, it pulled up besides me.

I was puzzled.

I looked in confusion at the mysterious driver. The windscreen rolled down. His piercing emerald eyes peered back at me. What did this mean? What did he want? I suddenly had a bad feeling about this. Firstly, he didn't want to talk to me but now what?

Surely if he wanted to say something he could've done so already. I mean, he saved me from the weirdos, I thanked him and left. Simple as that. What, did I accidentally scratch his shiny car or something?

"Where are you going?" the man asked. Now that I looked at him, he looked no older than eighteen. Nineteen tops but I was sure he was younger. A stray lock of hair fell on his forehead.

I glared at him, halting my steps. He sounded fierce. Definitely angry, but the tone he used was one that I knew well. He was using a tone that signified that he owned me. Phil used that tone on the daily basis. Anger coursed through me. He wasn't just asking me, he was demanding it. I had heard this tone one too many times.

"None of your business." I spit back through my teeth. His emerald eyes blazed and his head cocked to the right.

"Get in the car NOW!" He growled back. I narrowed my eyes. What was this guy on about? I had just escaped from a couple of lunatic paedophilias; I wasn't going to get into a car of a person who spoke to me like that.

A couple years ago I would've flinched at the venom and commanding tone in his voice, but I was stronger now. And I could be just as scary. My nostrils flared as I glowered at him.

"Make me", I hissed with just as much venom. I forced myself to sound calm. I knew it'd piss him off even more that was the point. And it worked.

"FINE!" He yelled. "STAY HERE!"

After that he muttered profanities under his breath so low that I couldn't hear. He put the car in drive and sped down the road. I watched after him, I feeling worked up and somehow almost...sad that he'd left. And it confused the shit out of me.

Ugh, I'm so pathetic!

I scolded myself, but I still couldn't take my eyes off that damn silver car. I peered into the darkness and I could barely make out the 'Volvo' sign on the back of the car. No, I couldn't take my eyes off the silver Volvo.

I watched as the car faded into the distance. Sighing heavily, I turned and went to look for a place to stay, trying to keep my thoughts from wandering to that beautiful stranger.

I knew nothing about him, nothing, yet I felt a longing as though I wanted to know. After all, he couldn't be a bad guy, he had saved me. Why didn't I get in the car with him again? Maybe he just wanted to give me lift. Then why use the demanding voice? That was what ignited the anger inside of me so much.

But now that I thought about it, why did I snap at him? He was only asking me where I was going. He was merely curious, that's all. Nothing more.

I bit my bottom lip, sighing heavily as my thoughts swirled around the mysterious stupid shiny Volvo owner.

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Forks was green. And grey. And most definitely wet.

I took a cab from Port Angeles early at eight-thirty the next morning. My mind was working overtime, thinking up ways to break this easier to my father. My new father. My true father. I didn't care if he was a poor, bearded fat man.

Anything would be better than Phil.I had escaped him now. I was here in Forks and I'd be fine. I had to be fine, I was away from him and I was starting my life again.

As the cab pulled up outside a relatively normal looking house, I paid the driver and jumped out. I was so nervous that my hands were trembling. I had made an oath to myself: to leave and forget everything and anything that had ever happened to me after my mother's death outside of this town of Forks.

That meant forgetting Phil and his vile ways. It meant moving on from the scars that had been itched upon my skin. It meant forgetting how truly repulsive and tainted I actually was.

And it also meant forgetting the odd hair coloured person I had met the previous night.

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