Tony arrived back to his apartment just before nine thirty, shutting his door with a sigh and leaning against it, closing his eyes. He'd just worked yet another twenty hour shift, and could feel all of his joints punishing him.
He pushed himself of the door, throwing his jacket on the chair in his living room, and carried himself towards the bedroom, planting himself in the middle of his bed and turning on the TV, before unwrapping the burger he'd bought from Burger King on his way home.

He'd made the move from Malibu to New York six months ago, in order to try and escape from the dark shadow his dad had left, that seemed to follow him around everywhere he went. Sometimes, especially after days like this one, where he was dead on his feet, he wonders if he made the right choice, if he should have just chosen to take his fathers billions, move to Venice, and piss it away on girls and booze, instead of choosing the 'normal' life, in New York, with a job, and rent.
He knew he could quit his job and still live comfortably, more than comfortably, if he was being honest with himself.
He was Tony Stark. He had money. He just hated the way he got it. It was blood money. He wanted no part of it. He never had.

Tony knew that if he wanted out, he'd have to go soon. He was reaching thirty one, and he was sick of doing the one thing he never wanted to do in the first place. Run his fathers business. So, he placed the money into a secret bank account. Made Obadiah Stane CEO of Stark Industries, and moved. Determined to get rid of the past his father had made it impossible to run from.

He was lay on his bed, loosing himself to sleep while watching a brain numbing reality show, when he heard a loud noise coming from the apartment above his, a noise he can only describe to himself as a glass shattering against a wall. He paused the TV, and listened carefully, trying to see if it was actually a noise from up there, or if he just dreamt it.

Tony knew the couple who lived there, well, kind of, anyway. Virginia and Aldrich. A young couple, or at least, she was young, he thought to himself, he, on the other hand, looked like a mixture between both old and young, and obviously punching well above his league with a girl like her.

He remembers when he bumped into her in the lobby a few months back, dressed to the nines in a black dress that hugged her figure. She was stood with a few other girls. He'd congratulated her on graduating business school. He remembers the way his heart fluttered when she smiled at him, the way it twinkled in her eyes. The way her hair reflected in the sunset behind her.

Tony shook himself from those thoughts, blinking slightly to get rid of the image in his mind. She was hot, he knew that, anyone with eyes could see it. But she wasn't an object, and he refused to allow himself to see her as one. Not when he didn't even know how old she was, or even if she knew he existed..
He went to play the TV again, accepting that maybe one of them just dropped something, or he imagined it, but then hears a loud bang, followed by an even louder thud, muffled shouting from a male, who he assumed was Aldrich. Then the slam of the door. He sits up, and has a debate with himself.
Tony was going to leave it. He was.
Couples argued, he knew that. It was normal. But then he swears he can hear her crying, and his heart falls into his stomach.
He was far to familiar with what kind of situation this could be, and he cant bear the thought of leaving her. So he gets up, grabs his jacket of the chair and heads out of his apartment. He takes the elevator to their floor, and takes slow strides towards their door, taking deep breaths, he stand in front of it, and releases a breath before knocking.

Virginia answers the door not thirty seconds later, and takes his breath away. Her long light red hair is balanced off her shoulders, small natural waves falling loosely at the ends, a few strands of it falling onto her face, which is bare, showing off the small amount freckles that were dotted lightly across her nose and cheek bones. He noticed then how young she looked, how young she probably was. She was wearing an oversized jumper that covered her arms and chest, and that's when he noticed her legs. They were long. Very long. And very toned. He looks at her face then, really looks at it, and he knows that is he wasn't as similar with the situation as he was, he would never have noticed the dried tears, or the blood shot eyes.

"Hey..." She said, and he was pulled from his thoughts. The young woman was looking at him with confusion written all over her face, and that's when it hit him that just because he'd noticed her, doesn't mean she' ever noticed him.

"Hey." He replied back with a smile, "I'm Tony-" He began.

"From below us. I know." She smiled back, he noted that he didn't reach her eyes like it did last time he saw it. "Everything okay?" She questions.

"I was just about to ask you the same thing." He says gently, and he see's the colour drain from her face, "I heard some loud banging coming from up here. You okay?" He asks her.

Virginia moves the door slightly, and pulled down the sleeves of her jumper into her palms.

His mom used to do that. His heart sank.

"The bangs were quite loud. Thought I used shouting as well.." He looks at her, and she cant meet his eyes as she answers.

"Everything's fine." Virginia said, and finally looked at him, "I didn't hear anything."

"You sure?" He asked her, "Sounded like something heavy hit the floor, thought I heard a glass smash as well."

"I think your ears are playing tricks on you." She smiled, a slight laugh in her voice. She pulled up her jumper higher to her chin.

"Virginia!" A man shouted from inside, "Who is it?"

"Thanks for caring, Sir. That's nice of you, but I have to go back in." She said to him, and his heart broke for her, he could see on her face what was going on. "Wish I could tell you about the noise, but I just didn't hear anything."

"You didn't?"

"Must have been the wind..." She shrugged, and he smiled, nodding his head.

"Must have." He agreed, because he knew was experience how important it was for her to be believed. He learnt it when he was ten. "Sorry to have bothered you."

"No problem." She tilts her head to the side when a noise comes from inside. "See you around, Tony."

"I hope so, Virginia." He said to her, and he turned and walked away slowly as she shut the door.

He dragged his feet back to his apartment, and made his way back to the bedroom. Sitting on the bed, unable to shake the feeling of dread in his gut he sighed and threw himself onto his back.

He'd seen this type of thing before. He'd grew up with it. He knew how it ended.

But he hoped he was wrong. That it was his past making his mind head to this place. That she was fine. She was happy, loved, in love, and treated with kindness and like royalty. Just like he was sure she deserved.

Virginia shut the door and breathed a sigh of relief. The way he was looking at her, not like he pitted her, but like he understood her, and wanted to help, she almost crumbled. Tears threatened to fall but she shook her head, and walked down the hall way and into the living room.
Aldrich was sat in front of the TV, whiskey in hand, leaning back on the sofa like nothing was wrong.
Like he hadn't just thrown a glass, that would have hit her if she didn't duck. As if he didn't just grab her wrist, pin her against the wall and tell her all the things she wasn't. All the things she already knew. He'd thrown her to the floor then, and stormed off as he yelled, slamming the bathroom door behind him. He'd come out while she was at the door, and knew she had to get rid of Tony before Aldrich saw him, the last thing she needed was him thinking see's close with the neighbours.

"Who was it?" He asked, not looking in her direction.

"Just the man from 3A." She said casually, sitting on the sofa next to hm, tucking her legs under her and nervously fidgeting with her fingers.

"Why?" He asked, turning to face her.

"He heard a thud, just wanted to make sure we weren't being robbed." A white lie, a shrug in her shoulders.

"What did you tell him?"

"That I didn't hear anything."

"I wouldn't have thrown anything if you weren't so disrespectful." He snapped, turning away from her.

"I know." She spoke quietly, he shook his head.

"And now you're catching the attention if the neighbours?" He scoffed, "Unbelievable."

"I'm going to bed." She tells him, and he rolls his eyes.

"Whatever."

Virginia heads into the bedroom and shuts the door, leaning against it and lets her tears fall freely as she removes the jumper. She pulls down the plain white tee and looks at her bruised wrists, rubbing them slightly before getting into bed, wrapping herself in the duvet.
She thinks back to a month ago. The night he hit her so hard she fell and whacked her head of the bathroom tiles, knocked out.
She'd woke up in the ER, a mild concussion. He'd told the doctor's she'd slipped when getting out of the shower, and when they were alone, she told him she was leaving him, and he'd cried. Begged her to stay, telling her he'd change, that he loved her and he would get help.
She believed him.
And he had followed up on the promise. He hadn't hurt her since that night until now.

She heard him come into the room not ten minuets later, and he lay next to her, gently placing a hand on her waist, and she rolled to face him.

"You promised me, Aldrich." She uttered, and he sighed.

"I know." He replies, "I shouldn't have flipped out like that." He tells her.

"Why-" She tries, but he speaks over her.

"But you just pushed me tonight." He shakes his head, "I told you I didn't want you going out with Nat and her boyfriend tonight. But you did anyway." He's getting wound up again, she can tell.

"They're my friends, Aldrich." She tells him.

"And I'm you boyfriend" Aldrich states, "I have been for four years, you've known them for two minutes and you're already putting them before me?"

"It's not like that." Her voice is quiet, "And Nat's been my friend since college. You know that."

"I still don't like that you went. And then lied about it." His voice is harsh, "I let you take this job because it was good pay for a woman like you, but don't take the piss, baby."

"I'm sorry." She says, and he sighs. rubbing a hand on the back.

"I know." His voice strained, "Don't lie to me again."

"Okay."

"Come here." He says, pulling her into him, and he places a kiss on her head, "I don't like disciplining you, baby." He says, "But you make it hard sometimes."

"Sorry." She replies, a weak and low voice.

"It's okay." He says, and holds her as he closes his eyes.

She wants to leave. But she's terrified. She's heard stories about people in this situation, where they try to leave and end up dead. Beaten to death.
He was nice when he wanted to be, she argued with herself, the best actually. Showering her with gifts, affection and love, reminding her of the man she fell in love with when she was eighteen.

She was staying for him. The man she met four years ago. He was in there somewhere. He had to be.

Tony woke up the next morning, still unable to shake the feeling in his stomach.

He rose from his bed and headed into the kitchen, boiling the kettle as he looked out of the window.

He didn't want to intrude, because he knew that he didn't have all the facts, and he'd never heard anything from them before. In fact, whenever he had seen them they'd always been happy, she was always laughing, smiling, and he was always just so nice to her, making her giggle, holding her hand through the lobby, holding doors open for her.

But he saw the look in her eyes last night, and it made him sick.

He thought back to the nights when he was younger. and could hear his father throwing things around the house, the shouting, the screaming, the cries from his mother.

Tony remembers the night she died like it was yesterday, his mom had told him to pack his bags, that they were going to be staying with his aunt Maura in Santa Clarita for awhile. They were almost out of the house, just about to load the car with their bags.

But his father had come home early, found the bags, and he'd erupted.

He remembers running to his room at his moms request. Slamming the door and hiding under his covers, plugging his ears.

He remembers the loud shouts echoing around the house coming from his father, the screams coming from his mother that rippled through the walls. The fast paced footsteps as she ran up the stairs, her screaming for him to let her go, and then silence, because a large and loud bang.

It was the sound of his mother hitting the bottom floor after his father had thrown her down two flights of stairs. He'd beaten her to the point of internal bleeding, three broke rips, and a broken pelvis.

She'd died on impact.

He was ten years old when his mother died.

His father was sentenced to twenty years without parole. Another two was added not a year later when he beat up a guard.

All his life he was known as the Stark Boy. Billionaire. Son of a wife killer.

As he got older, he was always aware of what people said. That he might be like his father.

He was never able to escape the Howard Stark Story.

Even when he became CEO at twenty one. People still spoke about his father. About how he felt towards his father.

He felt nothing for that man.

Or at least he tried not to.

He shook his head from the memory and made his coffee, drinking it as he got himself ready.

Virginia woke up, and groaned, cracking her shoulder as she sat up. She could hear Aldrich in the kitchen humming, and she smiled to herself as she sat up, and walked to the wardrobe. She picked out a black jumper and a pair of tight fitted jeans, and sighed, her wirsts were purple, and no amount of makeup was going to hide it. It wasn't rare that she wore long sleeves, but it was hot out today, and she really didn't want the questions.

"You look nice." Aldrich said with a wink as he walks into the bedroom, passing her a cup of coffee as she stood behind her.

"Thank you." She said, smirking.

"I like your hair down, it suits you." He told her gently, placing his fingers through it. "What are you doing today?"

"I have another meeting with the companies accountant, and then have to go through the figures for the next project they might be taking on." Virginia told him, leaning her back against him as she placed on two small hoop earrings.

"I thought you had the meeting yesterday?" He asked her, before kissing her on the temple.

"I did." She replies, "But there was a lot to go through. So, today should be the last one." She smiled, standing straight again as she smiled.

"So you lied to me? Again?" He questioned, and she looked at him through the mirror and saw the change in her eyes.

"I didn't lie to you. I never said it would be just one meeting?" She tells him, "What's the big deal?" She asked him, not understanding why he was angry about this.

"The big deal, Virginia." He says, and grabs her by the back of the neck with extreme force, pressing down on it harshly, causing her to gasp in pain. "Is that you just keep lying to me."

"I didn't lie." She tells him, "Let go of me."She says, trying to get his hands of her by moving her neck. He grabbed her harder, before pushing her forward, and letting go, walking out of the room, and she releases a breath when she hears the front door slam.

She touched the back of her neck, and closed her eyes, refusing the cry. Looking at herself in the mirror, she pierced her lips, shaking her head at herself.

"What the hell is wrong with you." She says to herself, before grabbing her back and leaving the apartment.

The doors open for the elevator, and he see's her as he looks up, smiling at her as he enters.

"Hey." He says to her.

"Hey." She replies, her voice quiet. Tony looked at her, and blinked slowly.

"Sorry about last night," He said, and she looked at him. "I shouldn't have intruded."

"Its fine." She says with a small smile.

He notices that she's wearing a black jumper, and he cant help the words that fall out of his mouth.

"Its over twenty five degree's outside, why are you wearing a jumper?"

"Iron deficiency." She tells him without skipping a beat, like its rehearsed, and not the first time she's said it.

"Oh. Okay." He accepts, and she looks at him before talking a breath, like she was about to say something that took a lot of from her, her mouth opened, but the elevator pinged, and it closed just as fast, and she turned from him.

They look up and see Aldrich, "Hey, you ready?" He says to Virginia, extending his hand, and Tony watches as she nods.

"Yeah." She takes his hand.

"It's tony, right?" Aldrich asks.

"Yeah."

"Thanks for the concern last night." The man smirks, "Its good to know if something ever is wrong, we have someone who will hear, and come and see if were okay."

I wasn't checking on you. Is what he wants to say, "Yeah." Is what he does, "No problem." And he holds the mans gaze, letting him know that if he hears anything like it again, he'll not hesitate to do it again.

"Anyway." Aldrich states, "See you around Tony."

"See ya." Tony replies, and his eyes move to the women stood next to him. She's eying him curiously, like a woman who has no idea who she can trust, but may have found someone she can. Her eyes are soft as they look at him, her head tilted slitly, like shes deep in thought. Aldrich pulls her arm, and she blinks, clearing her throat.

"Bye Tony." She says softly, a little smile on her lips.

"Bye Virginia." He smiles back, and watches as Aldrich pulls her again, and they walk off.

"What the hell was that?" Aldrich says to her is a harsh tone as they head down to the carpark. Squeezing her hand and pulling her into him, and the force on her hand is painful, and she knows if he squeezes any harder, it will break

"What?" She asks, trying to pull her hand from his grip.

"Bye Tony." He mimics, "You looked a fool." He laughs, "And you made look one as well."

"I was just saying bye." Virginia defends, still trying to pull her hand from his grip, biting her lips so she doesn't cry.

"You were fliting! Right in front of me." He shouts, and she frees her hand, sighing, flexing it with a sharp breath as they reach the carpark, and head to her car.

"God!" He shouts, and turns to face her, "Its like you want me to be angry with you."

"Sorry."

"So you keep saying." He grabs her arm and pulls her along with him. "When will you learn that I'm the only man that will ever be able to love you?" He states to her, "You're nothing without me." He whispers into her ear.

He pushes her against her car, and looks at her.

"Be home by seven." He tells her, and she looks up from her bag as she grabs her keys.

"I have plans tonight. You know I do."

"Not anymore. Seven. If you're not home I'm coming to get you."

"Okay." She replies in a weak voice, opens her car door and slams it shut, not even looking at him as she reverses and speeds off.

She calls Nat once she's in the car.

"Hey Gin!" She says happily, "You ready for tonight?"

"Nat, I'm sorry. I cant make it tonight."

"What?" Nat sighs. "Why not? It's girls night!"

"I know. I'm sorry. I have a meeting with the companies accountant and then have to go through all the stuff for the next project. I'll be at work all night."

"I hate you job." Natasha jokes, and Virginia laughs. "Next time though, yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Promise?" Nat asks, and she can hear the smirk on her best friends face.

"Promise." She laughs.

"Good. See you soon, love you." Natasha tells her.

"Love you too."

The call ends, and Virginia takes a breath, and looks at her hand as she waits in the traffic, it was red, and prayed it wouldn't bruise. She didn't need anymore bruises.

Virginia arrives back at the apartment block at ten to seven, and sighs as she walks though the lobby, and into the mail room, she was collecting her mail when he walked in.

"We have to stop meeting like this." Toy joked, and Virginia turned to face him, and laughed.

"I've seen you more over the last two days than I have since you moved in." She joked back, and his laugh made her heart flutter, and her stomach flip, she looked away from him.

"About this morning.." She began, and he looked at her.

"What about it?" He asked, confusion written all over his face. Maybe she was just being polite like she thought, her mind says to her, so she shook her head.

"Nothing." She says, a small on her face that doesn't quite reach her eyes as she looks back at him.

"How long have you been with your boyfriend?" He asks, "Aldrich is it? COO of AIM?"

"Yeah." She nods, "And about four years."

"Lucky." He smiles to her, and she just hums as she looks down.

"What is it you do?" He asked her.

"Forensic accountant." She says, and his eyes widen.

"That's a tough job." He says, "You must be clever, some may even say on the genius level." He jokes, pointing at himself, and she chuckles.

"I bet your boyfriend is very proud of you." He says, and her smile faults, "And your parents.." He says, she just shrugged.

"You got anyone special?" She asks him with a smirk, and he laughs again.

"No." He shakes his head, a smile on his lips that makes her smile, "I work too much, and, as my ex described me, emotionally unavailable."

"That's not true." He looks at her then, and her eyes catch his, "You came to check on me last night, didn't you? That takes emotion." She nods to him, and Tony went to reply when Aldrich walked in.

"I thought I heard you." He says, and Virginia holds up the letters in her hand.

"Just getting the mail."

"I see that. Hey Tony." He says, raising an eyebrow.

"Aldrich." Tony replies.

"Come on." He says to Virginia, "I have something for you."

"See you around, Tony." Virginia says to him, and he nods.

"See you around."

He watches as they walk away, and turns his head towards the reception desk when he hears someone mutter under his breath.

"You okay?" Tony asked the man, Harold, the apartment buildings security, who'd he'd nicknamed Happy a few months back, as he was almost smiling.

"That girl..it angers me the way that man treats her." The man explained, and tony walked over

"What do you mean?"

"He just treats her like dirt, putting her down." Happy tells him. "She's so young, she should be out having fun, but he's so controlling, I can tell."

"How old is she?" Tony asked him and the security man sighed.

"Went out for the twenty second about eight months ago with a few friends."

"Wow." Tony said, he knew she was young, but he didn't expect that.

"How old is he?"

"About thirty." Happy said, and Tony sighed.

"Have you noticed anything strange?" Tony asked, and Happy shrugged his shoulders.

"About four months after they moved in, their neighbours started complaining about his shouts, and that they'd be noises, such as things hitting walls, loud thuds." He said, "But I asked them about it and they said their boiler was playing up. A man came in, said he was fixing a boiler, and then the complaints stopped."

"Strange."

"Yeah."

"I thought I said seven." Aldrich said to her as the elevator door shut.

"I was getting the mail." She told him again.

"Is that all you were doing?" He asked her and she looked at him as he raised his eyebrow, "You and Tony seemed very comfortable."

"We were just talking."

"About?" He pressed.

"Stuff.. you know." She says, "Our day, just being neighbours."

"Liar."

"I'm not lying." She says, and flinches as he grabs her upper arm and pulls her out of the elevator and towards their apartment.

"Get inside." He said as he pushed her through their door.

"I'm so sick of you lying!" He shouts.

"I'm not lying!" She tells him in a loud voice, and he slaps her with such force that she almost hit the floor. She grabs her cheek as the burn settles into her skin and he stares at her. Virginia looks back at him, and turns to walk away, but he grabs her now ponied hair, and pulls her back to him, pressing her front into his.

"Don't you dare make us look foolish in front of the neighbours again." He tells her, grabbing her neck and forcing her to look at him, pushing her cheekbones in, "I wont allow you to act like the slut you are and make us look like a whore house, baby." He spat at her.

"I'm sorry." She gasps, trying to release herself from his grip, he pushes her to the ground, and walks away.

She got herself of the floor and headed to the bedroom, removing her clothes and placing on a small black vest and some shorts. Virginia sat on the bed and opened her laptop, and sighed, before getting herself into the bed and burying herself into the work she had left to do.

Aldrich wondered into the bedroom an hour later, removing his suit.

"We're going to Boston to see my parents on Saturday." He tells her, and she looks at him.

"Really?" She asked curiously, "We never go and see your parents." She says, and he chuckles, nodding his head.

"It's moms birthday, so I thought we could go and surprise her." He says, and it warms her heart how much he cared for his mother.

"That's nice." She smiles, "She'll love that."

"I think so to." He says, hopping into the bed next to her, and placing his head on her chest as she remained sat up, working on the figures she still had to get done.

"Did you manage to get the work with the accountant done?"

"Yeah. He had all the paperwork this time." Virginia chuckles, and Aldrich looks up at her.

"He?"

"Yeah.." She says, looking back at her computer.

"You never mentioned it was a guy." Aldrich snaps, lifting up his head, "Is that why you looked so nice today?" He said, a back handed compliment that she took with a smile.

"No, Aldrich, because I don't think my clothing can turn a man straight." She laughs, and he closes his mouth. "I think him and his husband are very happy together."

"Oh." He says, and laughs, before laying back down, "So, who did you dress that nice for?" He says, running a hand up her side.

"Myself." She shrugs, a smirk on her face, looking at him as he grabbed the laptop. "I'm working." She says, and he drops it onto the floor gently.

"Oops." He smiles, she laughs, "It fell."

"Did it? Damn." She jokes, and he presses a kiss into her neck.

Saturday morning rolled around, and Tony was coming home from work, when he saw them again, stepping out of the elevator he was waiting for, and he noticed how she staggered slightly, like she'd just been let out fo a harsh grip, and his mood dropped instantly as they stepped out, and he threw Virginia a smile.

"Good morning." He says to them.

"Morning." She says.

"Going anywhere special at nine on a Saturday morning?" He jokes, and the look in Virginia's eyes makes him regret it instantly.

Aldrich grabs her arm and drags her, and Tony cant help himself.

"Dude." He snaps, and Aldrich looks at him, "Don't drag her like that. She's not a dog." Tony states to him, and the older man looks at him in a sate of shock.

"You okay?" He asks her, and she nods.

"We're just running late." She says softly, and Tony's eyes catch hers, and he just wants to help her. Get her out of this.

Aldrich is staring at him, and if looks could kill he'd be ten feet under.

"Stay out of our business man." Aldrich snaps at him, and drags Virginia once again, and she follows, turning to face tony as she does and mouths 'sorry'. He winks at her, signalling her to forget it, and she smiles, before turning around.

They arrived back at the apartment building just after midnight, the day with his parents hadn't gone as planned. His father had started arguing with him, his mother shouting over the both of them telling them to stop, and Aldrich had dragged her into it, and then his father had turned on her. The whole thing was a disaster..

His mood was always hit or miss after seeing his parents, and she was dreading entering the apartment. Would he take it out on her? Or would he just rant, and hold her. She didn't know.

"I mean." He started as he closed the door behind the, "Why cant they just mind their own business?" He said, and Virginia shrugged as she took off her shoes.

"They care about you, they want you to do well, that's all." She tells him calmly. "They weren't that bad tonight."

"Why are you defending them?" He asks her.

"I'm not-" She begins to say, but he doesn't let her finish.

"You know who else is nosy?" He says, "Tony Stark, from upstairs. Acting like he's all that because he's a billionaire, and gave it all up to be humble." He says, and rolls his eyes.

"He was just being neighbourly." Virginia says, "And we don't know why he gave it up. He's never said."

"There you go again." He shouts, "Defend, defend, defend." He wants to argue with her. She wont give him the satisfaction.

"I don't want to argue with you, Aldrich. I'm tired." She says, and goes to work off, but he blocks her.

"I'm tired too, of you and the neighbour whispering behind my back." He spits.

"We've only spoke once without you there, in the mail room."

"Wont tekll me what was said though.. will you."

"Nothing important, just small talk." She says, "I told you that."

"I don't believe you." He tells her, and she shakes her head.

"That isn't my problem, now get out of my way." She says, and looks him dead in the eye. He grabbed her neck then, spinning them around so she was pinned against the wall, his face inches away from hers. But she could breath. And so she didn't allow herself to panic. Viginia did what she did on vary rare occasions, and stuck up for herself.

"Careful." She said to him. "Don't want the nosy neighbour knocking on do you." She said to him, and he smirked, pressing harder on her neck.

"Well. Who put a dime in you." He said to her, and she moved her head higher.

"Let go of me." She told him.

He did. And she walked away.