*All characters belong to Stephanie Meyer and the Twilight Universe*

BPOV

I turned around so hurriedly, it stung. Taking a sharp inhale I found my equilibrium.

"Why didn't you knock?!" I was humiliated.

The Adonis just gaped at me. Attempting to pull my uniform back up, he walked towards me softly, taking both my hands in his. Usually I'd jump at contact, but his hands spread warmth throughout my limbs that comforted me.

"Who did this to you?" His voice dripped with venom. Why does he care?

"My stairs." How easy that excuse falls off of my lips now. I struggled to pull my hands away from his firm grasp, but there was a heat in his emerald eyes that made me want to keep them in his.

"That's a lie, Isabella. I know what bruises from punches look like."

"I must've gotten them from my boxing match then, Mr.-"

He held his hands up to stop me, "Edward. Is that your idea of a joke? Tell me who did this." He inched closer, his green eyes narrow, jaw set firm.

"Let go of me." My voice trembled. At this moment I felt dehumanized.

"I brought ice.. For your leg. You need to put the ice on your ribs, and probably get an X-ray. If this happened today and that's the bruising, they're broken." Adonis says calmly, but he looks angry. Is he angry at me? He let go of my hands, leaving the feeling of rejection to wash over me. I was too vulnerable to allow him to see me this way.

"I told you I can take care of myself!" Pulling up my dress straps quickly. I shoved him to get out of my way and stormed to the door. Running down the stairs, I retrieved my bag from behind the bar and made to leave. Flee, Bella, Flee.

I made my way to my truck, aching with each step, inserting the key into the rusted door. My hands were unsteady, proving the task to be difficult.

"This is your car?" I jumped and inhaled sharply. Where the fuck did he come from?

"You're like a fucking cat, aren't you?"

"Come. I'm driving you home." His voice is steady.

"Remember how you just asked if this is my car? It is."

"You aren't driving THAT. Jasper asked me to get you home, we wouldn't want to ignore him." He lifted two hands to feign his innocence. What's wrong with my truck?

"You aren't going to give up until I agree, are you?"

"No, not likely." I just gaped at him, his mouth cocking up into a one sided grin.

"Follow me." He led me to a set of elevators next to the club, inside the elevator held a code to go to the underground garage. We got out and we were surrounded by expensive cars, which led me to believe this must be the one percent's garage. I tentatively followed behind him, following him to a black sports car.

"This is me." Pressing a button on his key fob, the doors opened upwards. My best friend, Jake, would love this. He's been working with cars since he was a kid, but stayed in Forks, while I moved to Chicago, to work in his Father's shop.

I climbed into the luxury. The car smelt like expensive leather, polish, and cinnamon- it was somehow erotic. I pulled my seat belt on, and sat awkwardly with my bag in my lap. Everytime I took a breath, I winced a tiny bit, and I knew that Adonis noticed. Looking towards the backseat, I noticed three hanging garment bags.

"What's with the garment bags? Were you planning on walking the runway?"

"I always travel with extra suits. It's better to be prepared." Prepared for what?

The ride was silent, with me offering directions to my apartment every so often. My apartment's rent was probably one in a hundredth thousand of the price of his car. The street my complex it's on is dark, the street lamps are often broken. Edward eyed his surroundings warily, then pulled the batmobile into a vacant spot.

"Thanks." I made my way to get out, but had no idea how to open the door, "Rich people have interesting car doors.." Was he not letting me out?

"You live here?" No shit.

"No, this is my vacation home."

"What's with snarkiness, Isabella-"

"JUST BELLA."

"Bella does suit you." Fire rushed into my cheeks, but I wouldn't allow him to see it.

"Original. Can you open the door?" He clicked a button and the door began to come up. This guy is truly a control freak.

"Bye.." I almost stepped out of the vehicle, but his hand came onto my shoulder.

I could feel his breath as he leaned forwards, it smelt of cinnamon, "Isabella. Please be seen for your injuries."

I leveled my glare at him and exited the car. Making my way up the outdoor steps to my place, I looked behind my shoulder, the batmobile was still sitting there.

Sighing to myself I walked a few steps to my door and unlocked it, walking into the one bedroom apartment I call home. Closing the door behind me, I sunk to the stained floor and began to sob. Edward was right, my ribs were probably broken, because the pain was profound.

It took me a half hour to get back up, the only reason to get into bed. I looked into the mirror that sat atop my old dresser as I undressed, fuck, I was a miserable sight. Not only the deep blue bruises, but the remnants of my mascara dripped down my face. Crawling into bed, I grabbed my pillow and sunk into it, ready to close my eyes and forget today.