A/N: I found the second chapter. It's been like 6 years since I updated. I don't have a beta so if anyone is interested let me know!

What did I do wrong? Why was he so resentful of me? If he hates me, where am I going to go? I don't know what to do. I never felt so low even when I was begging on the streets. What am I going to do? I ran my fingers along the edge smooth wooden chair I was sitting on hoping to find some meaning in the rich chestnut

I stood up and walked around the penthouse a bit. It was very sterile and efficient to say the least. It was minimalist at best. Black couches, grey carpet, a desk in the corner and a small television were all that lay. There were no pictures, artwork or anything indicating a warmness to a person's character. It was in-short impersonal. The only indication that someone lived here was the quiet arrangement of dustless books on the shelf. With such bare surroundings, maybe he was so busy that he didn't want to bother with place. Maybe he was so busy, He didn't want to bother with me. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed one of the chestnut colored drawers was opened slightly.

When I went to close it, I noticed it had several letters written from women named Esme and Alice. I opened the front door and looked through the penthouse hallway to check if the coast was clear. As I was reading the letters, all of them were asking if he was okay or telling him not to be a hermit. These women did care about him greatly. It was good to know he was loved. At least that made one of us, but not everyone needs love right?

The letters date back ten years till last week. A recent letter from Esme said she was coming to visit him soon. I wonder if I'll get to meet her. I wonder if she's a wife, sister or even his mother? Is his mother as beautiful as him? She certainly isn't as cold. I secretly hope it's not a wife. For some reason, I want him all to myself. As selfish as that sounds, I feel as though he should belong to me. I smile and turn around to watch television when I walk right into a wall. Wait, this wall has a heartbeat.

My heart stopped as I looked up into the angry face of one Mr. Cullen. Even mad, he looks so handsome. I am terrified and ensnared at the same time. How can someone be so scary and seductive at the same time? I didn't even hear him come into room. He looked at the incriminating paper in my hand and snatched it so ferociously it should have ripped into two. His cheeks were clenched in a taut line and he looked ready to explode. I looked down and closed my eyes to prepare myself for whatever I was about to receive.

Nothing

When I opened them, he was gone and the lights in the penthouse were turned off. His room door was shut and the front door was locked shut. There's was no mistaking I made him mad but why didn't he at least say anything. I crave human contact so badly. I am tired of talking to myself. I'll go mad soon if nothing changes. I went back to my room and drifted to sleep thinking about how I made a bad situation even worse

The next morning, I woke up to loud voices, a woman's voice to be exact. A woman was in my room yelling at Edward while her did nothing but keep his eyes trained on me. My breath caught in my throat when we made eye contact. I looked in his eyes for something, anything really. Something that let me know how he was truly feeling; Any indication was welcome but that look he gives me has my insides churning. If looks could kill, I would be a dead woman. I don't look away because I am afraid of what he might do or say. I am afraid to make this situation worse

"You better know what you're doing" she finally said after seeing our staring match. The penthouse became silent again until it was interrupted by a door slam. Edward closed my door and walked closer to me until he was less than a foot away. Finally, He was going to say something but that didn't happen. Instead he turned and left the room and with that, he left me completely confused.

I got changed and headed to the kitchen hoping to see him again. He wasn't t there. He probably will never be there to greet me in the was gone for the day and only the scent of his cologne proved his existence.

Days continued like that, he would go to work and I would wander about the place until night came. He even worked on the weekends. However when he came home, I was excited. Not because he talked to me or even acknowledged me, but because he was home. Even though he probably hates me, He is still my savior and I am grateful for that.

3 months later

The winter season came around and so did sickness. I caught a few 24 hour colds here and there but the first week of December proved to be the most difficult when I had been sick for nine days and symptoms seemed to get worse each day. Today I felt terrible and I couldn't even lift my head. I hadn't left the room at all because I felt too weak and dizzy. My body was inflamed and my vision was blurry. I really need help but I don't want to disturb Edward. Nighttime comes and I am sweating profusely. I can't sleep and the pain has spread through my body.

I hear the door open but I can't raise my head to see who it is. I groan in pain and that's when I feel myself being carried. It's Edward! His scent is unmistakable and his warmth leaves me feeling safe. He places down on a soft surface. This has to be his room. His smell is so concentrated here. It envelopes me and if it was even possible to feel more light-headed, I suddenly do. His sweet smell and the hot pain coursing through my body are two sensations at war in my body.

"Is this the girl Alice was talking about?" I hear a voice say. I wonder if he was relative or a close friend.

"How many days has she been like this" he asked again

Edward mumbles something but I can't make it out. I want to say nine but the words won't come out.

"Do you know her name, where's she from, or how old she is. " the man asks

Edward takes a long sigh. Well it's not like I told him my name, so it's partially my fault.

"Well she needs to go to the hospital" the man says softly

"No! Tell me what she needs and I will buy it" Edward tone is so defensive; it almost sounds like he's scared. But what could he ever be scared of?

"Edward calm down. I can have the room outfitted but –" the man sounds recalcitrant at this point

"Then do it Carlisle, I need her here" He needs me? It's more like I need him. I have never had anyone take care of me. Damn this sickness, I want to shout I need you more. My heart is racing in the silence between them. I am sure they are looking at me because my heart is beating so loud.

"It will be ready by tonight" is all Carlisle says as I hear him start to leave. "Come home some time, We miss having you around" he added as he left through the front door. I feel Edward sit on the bed and my heart jumps in my throat.

I can feel Edward looking at me and I blush furiously. He touches my face and snatches his hand just as quick. Is my face too hot? I want him to touch me again. I can't believe he needs me. What does he need me for? I just do my bit to stay out of his way. The only person whose ever needed me was the mosquitos who used to bite me at night.

I am sleeping in his bed when I awake in the middle of the night. There are people hooking things up to me and injecting me with substances. I look around frantically for Edward and I find him startlingly close beside me on the bed. We are less than 2 inches apart. I look up and find He's not looking at me but he has positioned himself in front of me sort of like he's guarding me. The room is starting to look like a full-fledged hospital room. I do wonder what willed him to keep me in his room instead of across the hall.

The personnel clear out and it's just me and him in the room. Now that I look, the room is huge. It's even bigger than the living room and kitchen combined. It has a beautiful, sullen theme that is now marred by medical equipment and the noise of a beeping monitor.

A knock at the door interrupted our silence. He rose up to answer it. When he saw who was at the door but he quickly locked it with the click of a key. Why did he lock it? Did he think I would venture out to meet his guest or somehow manage to embarrass him?

He's so confusing but I don't mind. These drugs are starting to kick in and I feel myself drifting into sleep.