Thank you everyone so much for all the support.

I'm late because I got hospitalized again for a week, but I'm out now and I'm doing better.

I'm hoping to stay out so I can stay on schedule with my fanfiction. I've had a hard weekend but, like I said, I've been feeling a lot better the past few days, so hopefully that means the meds have kicked in.

Enjoy

Bianca spent a vast majority of her day sitting on the couch and glaring at Sebastian as he went about doing his daily business, which consisted of rearranging the fruit in the fruit bowl, throwing knives at the wall, and watching reality tv shows.

"What do I have to do to make you stop looking at me like that. It's really uncomfortable," he said finally, throwing his hands up, exasperated.

Bianca refused to grace him with an answer. She felt incredibly violated from the incident on the coffee table. She had always been a perfect, church-going, Mama's girl, and had never been that close to a guy before, and never touched so intimately. Even though technically Sebastian didn't actually do anything, his one hand was way too close to her boobs than comfortable. In fact, no one's hand had ever been that close to her boobs before.

Not to mention she was still wearing that hideously revealing outfit.

Sebastian walked up and backhanded her across the face. She was frustrating him. He didn't know what it was, exactly, that was causing him so many uncomfortable feelings, anger, frustration, annoyance, but he didn't like it, and he was never taught other ways to get his emotions out besides violence.

Bianca didn't say anything, or move to hold the red spot on her cheek.

Sebastian was impressed slightly.

But only slightly. He was mainly annoying.

"Talk!" he yelled at her, and she defiantly looked back at him.

Sebastian finally lost his temper. He grabbed her shoulder and roughly shoved her against the back of the couch. He leaned over her. Speaking through his teeth, he said, "Talk, you little bitch. I am done with your defiance. I thought I demonstrated this morning that you listen to me!"

Sebastian, normally so cool and collected, finally had blown his fuse. Bianca was petrified, looking up into his enraged black eyes. He was scary enough when he was calm, but out-of-control Sebastian was absolutely terrifying.

"I-…" was all she got out. Her throat felt bone dry, all her past bravery was gone. She cowered beneath him.

Sebastian shook her. "Speak!"

Bianca, for the first time in years, broke down crying.

That was good enough for Sebastian. The anger left his eyes. He dropped his hand from her shoulder to the seat of the couch. He rested his head on his other arm, which was lying on top of the back of the couch.

He lightly pressed his thumb nail in her cheek, catching a tear on the top of it. "Why don't you just listen to me!?"

"Because I hate you!" she yelled out through her tears. Her voice was nasal due to her plugged up nose from crying.

I hate you. Those words bounced around in Sebastian's head, although he didn't let it show. I hate you was really all his beloved sister said to him. Same with his adopted brother. He wanted so much for them to forgive him, to love him, to approve of him, but they hated him. And they were very open about it too.

I hate you.

I hate you.

I hate you.

And now this girl, this girl who he doesn't know, who doesn't know him, is saying it to him too.

All he had ever wanted was to be loved. Where had he gone wrong? Everyone hated him. His own family hated him. Every last one of them. Even his father, who had made him the monster he was, hated him.

Strangers hated him.

At that moment, although he would never admit it, he hated him.

There must be something wrong with him for him to go so awry.

I hate you.

I hate you.

I hate you.

Maybe he could try to fix it with her. She didn't know about all of the demons hiding in his past (no pun intended).

"I-" he choked out. I'm sorry.

He swallowed and tried again. "I'm sorry," he mumbled. There! He got it out. He said those two words, and for the first time in his life.

I'm sorry.

Bianca, who was concerned with trying to get herself to stop crying, didn't hear what he said. "What?"

Sebastian seemed flustered. "You heard me!"

Bianca's eyes got wide. "No, I didn't I swear."

Sebastian turned his face away. "I said I'm sorry!"

Bianca stared at him for a moment. She couldn't tell if he was sincere or not. Those words coming out of such a big, intimidating man, it didn't seem to fit, and she didn't even know him.

"Really?"

Sebastian threw up his hands. "Yes! I-"

He couldn't take it anymore. Sebastian turned on his heels and ran up the steps to his room. It had been a busy day so far, and he deserved a nap.

…..

Bianca and Sebastian avoided each other pretty much for the rest of the day.

However, it was get late, and Bianca was getting tired. She remembered waking up to silk sheets, and wondered if that was where she would sleep. For some reason she felt like that was Sebastian's room, though. They weren't going to sleep together, were they? No, that must have been just because that was the first night. He wouldn't make her do that.

She yawned and stretched out on the couch. Maybe she could sleep there. It was comfortable enough, with big, plush cushions covered in beige suede. If he gave her a blanket and a pillow she would be fine. She would also need different clothes.

…..

Sebastian was dressed in flannel pajama pants, and ready to climb in bed when he remembered blondie. He groaned thinking of the short, sheer lace robe lined with white fur Amatis bought her. He didn't even want to show it to Bianca. He would have to find something else for her to wear.

He plodded down the stairs and found her body flung across his couch. Her arms were stretched above her head. She looked very sexy, although he doubted she would appreciate it if he told her so.

"You tired?" he asked.

Bianca sleepily shook her head yes.

Sebastian motioned up the stairs. "Let's go then."

Bianca got up and stretched her arms toward the ceiling, yawning. She didn't realize that made her breasts pop out the top of her shirt even more. Sebastian smirked. It wasn't in either of their best interests to let it go.

Bianca followed Sebastian up to the room she woke up in.

She frowned. "Is this my room?" she asked suspiciously.

Sebastian shook his head. "No, it's my room."

Bianca's frown deepened. "I'm not sleeping with you." She declared. She had been violated enough for one day. This she was putting her foot down on. It wasn't as if he didn't have enough space for her to have her own room. The upstairs hallway was cluttered with doors, and they couldn't all be closets.

"Too bad. I don't want to go through the effort of cleaning out a room for you. Don't worry, I won't do anything."

Was he trying to get another tantrum out of her?

"That's sexual harassment."

Sebastian looked back at her and smirked. "Watch how many fucks I give."

Bianca was almost too tired to fight. Just for tonight…

"I'm not wearing this to bed." He couldn't make her do that at least.

Sebastian nodded. "I would assume that wouldn't be very comfortable. Amatis thought about that, and was oh-so kind to buy you a night robe, too." He held up the little slip of fabric. Bianca got red in the face.

"I'm not wearing that."

Sebastian laughed. "I'm not going to make you. However, I don't have any other girl clothes here. You have a choice, you can wear what Amatis got for you, or you can borrow one of my shirts."

Bianca swallowed. She would still feel uncomfortable, she wouldn't have anything else on underneath but panties, but it was better than the robe. If she wore that, he would be able to see everything. "I'll take the shirt," she mumbled.

"I figured." Sebastian rummaged through his drawer until he found what he was looking for. It was a red shirt with kind of black logo on it. It was a little big on his, and would probably fall to about mid-thigh on her. He tossed it behind him.

"Thanks," Bianca said, and went to the bathroom to change.

Sebastian was right. It did go to about her mid thighs, where the robe would hang to also. It was baggy enough to almost completely lose her bra-less boobs, which she was grateful of. Her panties didn't cover much, so she hoped it didn't get rucked up during the night.

At least it wasn't see through.

Bianca cautiously came out of the bathroom, hugging herself with her arms. Sebastian smiled at her.

"Better?" he asked. She nodded.

…..

The bed was big enough that Sebastian and Bianca could both be in it and not touch each other.

Sebastian was out almost as soon as his head hit the pillow. Bianca, however, took longer.

The bed had a nice, fluffy, white comforter on top, but somehow a breeze managed to get in and chill Bianca. Maybe it had something to do with how close to the edge of the bed she was, where there was gaps in between the sheets and the comforter. Maybe it had to do with how little space she had between herself and where the blanket ended.

Whatever it was, because of it she couldn't get to sleep.

Bianca flung her arm out toward the middle of the bed. It was warmer there. Although it meant moving closer to Sebastian, she was too uncomfortable where she was to stay.

She settled down there, but still wasn't as warm as she would have liked, and it was warmer even further into the middle of the bed.

As much as she hated it, she rolled a little closer.

A window must have been cracked, or the air conditioner on or something, because she was still cold. The bed got warmer the closer she moved to Sebastian. She didn't want to be closer to him, but at the same time she just wanted to go to sleep.

She decided she would move just a little closer.

Her hand bumped in to something warm. Sebastian's fair hair suddenly seemed right in front of her nose. She must have moved too close to him in her quest for warmth.

He turned around, his black eyes blinking open, as she jumped back.

"Sorry! I-"

Sebastian's voice was groggy. "No, it's okay." He yawned, and pillowed his head on the arm Bianca accidently touched.

"I was just cold." She looked down at her hands, which were knotted together against her chest.

"Yeah," he sighed sleepily, "I should probably turn the AC of before I go to bed. Would you like me to right now?"

Bianca was close enough to him that she was then warm enough. "No, it's alright." He seemed to radiate heat off him.

Sebastian smiled slightly. "I'm keeping you warm?"

Bianca nodded.

Sebastian used his free arm to flip her around so she was facing the other way, and then pulled her body up against his. His chest warmed her back like a heater. "Is this good?" he asked.

Bianca felt jittery and tingly all over. "Yeah."

"Good."

Sebastian pressed his face up against the back of her neck and was asleep in minutes. Bianca followed soon after.