Chapter 2: Getting to know someone.

We decided to go to Caribou coffee. We walked in and it was so quiet and peaceful; I loved it. We made our way up to the counter. The girl was very pretty. She had short, straight, blond hair. Had high cheek bones, and you could tell she liked tanning. Her name tag said 'Britney'. She smiled at Edward, but only at him. She didn't even glance in my direction. I suddenly felt a shock of jealousy run threw me. Why was I feeling this way towards her? Why was I feeling this way towards him? It's not like Edwards my boyfriend. I don't even know this guy.

"-Bella," Edward asked, breaking my train of thought.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"What would you like?" He asked holding money in his hand.

"Oh, that's okay. I'll pay for it myself." I said, thinking I had my purse with me. "Or…not," He laughed. "That fine, I got it, besides; you did help me move in." He grinned at me. I smiled back. We ordered, got our drinks and sat down.

"So tell me about yourself." He said.

"What do you want to know?" I asked taking a sip of my double chocolate chip mocha.

"Well, you know the basics." I just stared at him. He laughed. "Ok, ok let's make a game of it. I asked a question, you answer it, and I also have to answer it. Same thing goes when you ask a question."

"Like 20 questions?" I asked. He smiled sweetly at me.

"Exactly, 20 questions, ok I go first! Hmm…" He zoned out thinking of a question. "Ok I got one! When's your birthday?"

"December 15th. What about you?"

"June 20th. Now you ask the question." I started thinking, trying to think of a good question.

"What do you do for a living?" I asked.

"I'm a doctor- not very interesting. What about you?" I was a little shocked at how he thought being a doctor wasn't interesting. He saved lives. But I decided I would let it slid. I didn't want to get into an argument about if being a doctor is 'interesting' or not.

"Um…I'm a writer." He leaned on the table with a smile on his face.

"You mean you write books?" He asked. I nodded. "Any books I should know about?"

"Well, I haven't published any books yet, but I'm working on one." I answered.

"Oh, that's cool, what's it about it?" I looked down at the table; not planning to tell him.

"Where did you live before you moved to Michigan?"

"I used to live in Alaska. Where did you live?" I sighed; thinking about my home in my childhood.

"I used to live in Illinois . . . unfortunately." I murmured the last word under my breath. "So, tell me about your family." I asked.

"I have a big family. I have 1 sister named Alice, a brother named Emmet, and my mother and father. What about you?"

"I'm an only child, and my parents are divorced." I looked down at my lap.

"I'm sorry Bella." I looked up at him surprised at how much he really cared, and how he actually seemed interested in what I said. The expression was frozen on my face. "What?" He asked.

"I-I'm just surprised at how much you seem to care…I'm sorry that was stupid." I looked back down to my lap.

"Why do you seem so surprised?" He looked stunned.

"Mike doesn't treat me like this!" I blurted and regretted bringing him up again. I was looking at my fidgeting hands in my lap. There was a long pause, than he finally spoke.

"Why are you with that jerk!?" He blurted out. He seemed to have realized what he said because his face went in shock. "Bella I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that…" I sighed. He was right; why was I with that jerk. No, he is bigger than a jerk he is the lowest, most disrespectful human on this planet. And I shouldn't be afraid to tell that to Mike in person… but I am; which sucks.

"It's ok. I don't even know why I'm with him either."

"If you don't mind me asking me then, why are you with him?" That was a difficult question; why was I still with Mike?

"Honestly, I don't know. I guess I'm…afraid." I paused.

"Afraid of what," He asked.

"Maybe it would be easier if I told you the whole story?" He nodded.

"Maybe," He gave me a small-but sad- smile.

"We met in college. He was the sweetest guy I knew there. We started dating and everything was perfectly fine. We moved out here but not together, I wasn't totally ready for that kind of commitment yet, but he did have a key to my apartment and I had one for his." I paused; remembering what a stupid mistake I made by giving him the key. I looked down at my lap.

"Does he still have your key?" Edward asked.

"Unfortunately, yes, but I don't ever go to his place just because I want to. I don't even know where the key is. Anyway, later on he started acting weird. Over time it got worse. He literally had to know where I was every second of every day." I paused to look up at his face. It was sincere; like he took in every word I said and used it as oxygen. He actually cared about what I said. I was not used to it, but I was beginning to really like it. "He occasionally…hit me." Edwards face went in shock, right when I said that, I didn't want him to go to extremes so I tried to explain fast. "He only did that because sometimes he has a little trouble…well a lot of trouble dealing with his temper. But that's not the real problem, I was the one who pushed him off the edge, it was my fault."

"Bella how many times did he hurt you?" There was concern mixed with anger in his voice.

"Um…at first, maybe once a week, but then, it…sort of became a habit with him. He would always say he was sorry after he calmed down, and said he would never do it again. Apparently he has a horrible memory." I froze. I went over all the words I had said to Edward and couldn't believe I had been this honest with a guy I just met. There was something about him; something that made me so comfortable around him. Something that made me feel so safe around him. I placed my left hand on the table; fidgeting with the lid. As soon as Edward noticed my hand, he took it in his. His hand was so warm; so welcoming for my hand. I didn't want to let it go, and thankfully Edward didn't.

"Bella, you're not safe around him-" Before Edward could finish, there was a loud noise coming from the door, it almost sounded like someone ripped it open. I gasped and turned around; taking me hand away without even thinking. When I looked towards the door, I saw my worst nightmare. Mike. He stood there, with murder on his face. His hands were balled up into fists.

"Oh-no…" I whispered.

"Bella," I heard Edward's perfect velvet voice call to me. "I will make sure he won't hurt you." He said quickly. I nodded. Some reason, Trusted him.

Mike furiously walked towards me and grabbed my arm hard; hard enough I knew it would leave a bruise. After that he just started walking, like he didn't even care if I was standing up, he practically dragged me out of my seat; I almost fell to the ground.

"Ow, Mike. Stop!" But he wouldn't. We were out of caribou coffee and towards my apartment. Oh-no, I knew what this meant.

A/N- HOLA! I hope you like it so far! Please R/R (read and review) I forgot to say what song goes to the first chapter. It is "Hit the floor" by Bullet to my Valentine. I don't have a song for this chapter, and I won't until I find one so I will keep you posted! So please please please review! Thank you!