So it's what you've been waiting for, the car journey. This chapter is going to show Edwards torn up emotional side a lot; it's going to be a bipolar car journey essentially. I know people have been moaning slightly in reviews about Bella's lack of backbone but just hold out on me, she's not going to roll over forever!

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BPOV

I sat waiting for what seemed like an eternity before he finally got into the car. I thought about what had just happened and cursed myself for being so stupid. If Alice found out about this she would run me over herself. I knew better than to try and run to my car without looking where I was going but I just wanted to be away from him. I felt like I was suffocating in the elevator. He didn't even give me an option, he just assumed that I would go with him to hospital and wouldn't even think it through. Apart from the occasional insult and bucket load of filing he'd barked at me to complete I hadn't spoken properly to Mr Cullen and I'm not sure I wanted to.

He'd asked me to call him Edward but I didn't feel completely comfortable, after all nothing I say really mattered to him, he would just do his own thing and ignore the wishes of others. It made me furious to be in this position… but he did just save me from injury. I knew I was done for as soon as I felt myself falling, I was too close to edges of cars and the hard tarmac below would ensure that I wouldn't wake up tomorrow.

He had told me I was going to hospital without a second judgement
and he also saved my life without a second judgement.

I couldn't make him out. I wanted to be away from here and back in my office chair filing away and forgetting this side of my life even existed. I fingered the worn leather on the handle of my satchel as I heard him come around the car and open the driver's side door roughly. I flinched at the faintest metallic scraping sound and knew I needed to calm down.

He stepped in and didn't say a word until we were out of the car park.

"Are you cold?" he asked quietly, I hadn't realised I'd been shivering.

"A little" I confessed, not wanting to explain that my coat was in my own car and I would probably need it while waiting for a taxi home from hospital. His hand reached out to turn the dial for the heating. I watched the way his hands moved delicately over the car's interior and it brought my mind back to the way he had touched me before.

My breath had caught in my throat and I felt a wave of emotions run under my skin when his finger started exploring my body. My mind ran with thoughts that I never knew I harboured but when his finger touched my chest it all crashed landed. I remember how he had poked violently at my chest many many months ago. He was the reason I wore high necked blouses now, at first it was to hide the ugly bruise he had left on my chest, but now it just became habit. I mean, who would want to look at me anyway. It made me well up just having his finger there again and I knew that I would need to warm to intimate touches again. I had avoided dating and boyfriends of any kind after the way he treated me all those months ago. I was so focussed on my job and my photography whenever I wasn't at my job that guys just fell to the back burner.

I wanted to hate his touch, but when he wiped the tear that fell to my neck I almost moaned. The truth was I liked his touch, in a sick sadistic way. I liked the way he touched me. I loved the way his chest heaved when I made him angry. I loved watching his fists clench and his jaw tighten. I wanted to run my tongue along his jaw and down his neck. Just thinking about it made my thighs pull together tighter. I closed my eyes and imagined the way his hands would feel on my skin.

"Bella" I almost moaned hearing him in my mind saying my name.

"Bella…. Bella?" oh shit that's not in my mind

My eyes flew open and I looked at Edward who was sitting with a comically confused look on his face. I could have laughed if it weren't for the fear or loosening my thighs.

"Where did you go then, I was trying to get your attention for five minutes" he confessed with a hint of irritation to his voice, though his eyes screamed with questions.

Oh shit! Five minutes?!

"I must have dozed off, sorry it's been a bad morning" I glued words together hoping they would satisfy.

"I was there you know" he muttered in annoyance. "What I was going to ask you was do you actually have insurance?"

My jaw almost dropped but I didn't let it, so I could remain slightly drawn back. He was asking me if I had insurance?! Of course I had insurance I'm not an idiot!

"Yes?" I asked dumbfounded

"Is that a question?" he asked clearly not recognising my point

"No, of course I have insurance, do I look like an idiot to you?!" I said louder than before, my annoyance seeping through. I cursed myself internally for being so rash.

His eyes widened and an evil smirk curled at his lips

"Remember I am doing you a favour here by driving you! And you'd have a right mind to remember I am also your boss, before you raise your voice to me again" he declared like a teacher so I did what any school girl does and muttered.

"Like I could ever forget" I muttered quietly to myself

"What was that?" He said loudly

FUCK! Teachers aren't supposed to hear mutters why has he got a stupid car with built in sonar bullshit.

"Nothing Mr Cullen" I mumbled looking out of the window to avoid more conversation that would end up with me fired or on the side of the road like a dead fox

Silence lingered in the air for what seemed like a life time until I heard his voice again.

"Please, call me Edward" his soft voice resonated against the car's interior and hit my heart like an arrow.

I looked over hesitantly to see him smiling gently at me, his eyes warm and his body relaxed. I couldn't help what happened next. A large smile bloomed across my lips. I was embarrassed for it to get any bigger so I let my teeth pull my bottom lip into my mouth, running my tongue over it. Briefly his eyes hooded as he saw my tongue flick over my full lips and my body responded almost instantly. That was until his eyes began roaming briefly. All of a sudden his jaw clenched, his whole body froze and he snapped to face the road ahead. His eyes were hard and a grimace replaced the smile that was, for a split second, mine.

It hurt to be stuck in this car when he reacted that way to me. I had seen it before and I didn't know what it meant. It always happened after the air began to get heavy above us. I wanted to ask him why he snapped so quickly. In my mind I knew the most hurtful answer; I knew that he wouldn't have any reason not to think it. So I remained neutral, as neutral as possible about the way he treated me.

It did make me curious however that he snapped after looking down my body. My eyes followed the path his took until it became all too clear. My chest might as well have been mounted on the dashboard. My shirts once high neck was undone to the front of my bra line and my relatively impressive girls were trying to climb out.

I gasped loudly, noticing him staying completely still apart from a chance glance from his eyes to make sure I hadn't died or something. My hands clawed at my shirt to push the girls back away where they belonged and began to button up my shirt, the first button worked fine as I thought over all of the awful things he must be thinking about me right now.

Oh yeah that's it Isabella, have a slut-off to the guy who's heart was stamped on by someone. That's all he wants, some stupid girl throwing herself at him. Oh god why does this happen to me I didn't mean to throw myself at anyone, I didn't even move in my seat. Why do my boobs have no self-control?! Fuck fuck fuck!

As I reached the next button I realised that it wasn't there anymore, I panicked. I felt for the next one and the next one and the next one and they had all disappeared. During the collision I must have grabbed at my chest and pulled it apart. Oh god what a moron!

My hand stayed tight to my chest pulling the shirt together. I began rambling hoping that the innocent bystander to my side wouldn't expect me to suggest a fee for the car ride after he's emptied his tank and gone. Oh GOD.

"Emptied his tank what are you saying Bella you idiot! Perfect just perfect, it had to happen today of all days didn't it. Yeah that's it make the guy without a heart look at your stupid chest. Oh god how the fuck did this even happen what am I, the bitch hulk?! Who does that?! Oh god oh god stupid stupid stupid!" I cursed myself not looking up. I spoke quietly so there was no way he would have heard.

I pulled my hair out of my face and saw him from my periphery focussed on me. I turned slowly, hiding behind my hair to see him, eyes wide and bewildered but drawn together, mouth agape like he'd just witnessed a miracle.

My eyes widened, "you didn-" he can't have heard?!

His resounding slow nod was all the encouragement I needed.

"Oh GOD" I moaned loudly pulling my other hand to hide my face. Just as I was about to open the car door and throw myself into the woods to be eaten, the car went over a speed bump. Something Edward hadn't seen either, considering the fact the car didn't slow down in the slightest. My knees jolted upwards smashing against the bottom of the dashboard.

The strangled gasp of agony that left my lips was deafening in the silent car. I hunched over shielding my knees with my forearm, while still pulling my shirt closed with the other hand. I looked ridiculous but I was not letting that happen again. My knees burned with fresh pain and I whimpered into my thighs.

"Fuck fuck FUCK" I heard his voice get louder after each word. I hazarded a glance to see him hitting the steering wheel with his palm. His eyes flashed to mine briefly before they snapped away and focussed on the road.

"I'm sorry, I should have been looking at the road, I'm so fucking sorry" He apologised with so much anger in his voice, hitting the steering wheel continuously.

At any rate he was going to break it and then we could actually be eaten alive, I decided to stop him.

"Hey hey hey, stop hitting your car. It was an accident!" I tried to get through but he wasn't listening, he shook his head and continued hitting.

"EDWARD" I shouted losing my patience as the hitting was giving me a headache.

He immediately stopped and flashed a glance down to me, his eyes looked entertained but still guilt ridden.

"Stop. Hitting. The. Car" I demanded at him, begging him to stop the noise.

He looked at my arm covered knees and back to my eyes before his hand shot out and the seat flew back another 5 inches. I didn't even know seats could go back this far. I swear I was almost touching the back seat. Oh the back seat...

I released my arm from my knees and sat back comfortably. If we hit a bump now my legs wouldn't tough anything.

"Thank you" I spoke whole heartedly. He didn't reply, not that I expected the time bomb to say anything to me.

He studied the road for a long stretch until he looked over again, noticing me switch hands that were gripping my shirt together. His hand left the steering wheel and he clenched and unclenched it. I was so eager to know what he was thinking.

EPOV

I saw her little hand trying to pull her shirt together and I knew what options I had.

I could leave her and let her walk up to my dad looking like she'd just been found in a back alley brothel. Or I could give her something to cover it up.

There was only a slight problem with that. I couldn't bring myself to easily pass my gym shirt at her. I knew it was behind my seat in my gym bag. I knew it would cover her up. But I also knew it was mine and had my name on it.

*flashback*

I sat waiting for Vicky to come out of the bedroom and watch a movie with me. How hard was it to just get into some comfy clothes and sit on a couch. But she had been gone for twenty minutes. When she finally came out, she was just wearing leggings and a bra

"Vicky, why aren't you wearing a shirt?"

"Everything I own is too good for just sitting around the house. Why are we doing this anyway it's boring!"

"Oh stop being grumpy, beautiful" I tried not to show my hurt for what she was saying, she knew I wanted some alone time for a while, just something that wasn't sexual for a change. It's not that I didn't love sex just I wanted to cuddle my girlfriend too sometimes.

"Why don't you wear one of my shirts, I have my favourite shirt over there I'll go get it for you" I started to get up when her deafening laughter stopped me.

"Oh god, you cannot be serious! I'm not wearing your clothes Edward. That is seriously insane. Any girl that wears a guy's clothes is desperate, relationships are about sex and business Edward there's no time for cross dressing and games. And I'm not being funny Edward but any guy that gives their girlfriend his own clothes because she can't find anything is either poor or just a fucking sap. So which one are you Eddie?" she laughed in my face

She knows I hate that name.

"Vicky, I was just talking, forget it let's just watch the movie" I wanted to actually cry. I just wanted to have a nice simple evening together.

"Forget that shit too I'm going to Paul's he's having a party tonight, I would invite you but it's not really your scene Eddie" she looked me up and down and stormed out.

I knew she had moods sometimes but this was the worst one yet. I didn't want to fight. I stayed home and watched the movie by myself. She didn't come home before 3am, that's when I got up off the couch and went to bed. Stopping first in the laundry room to throw away my favourite shirt.

I wasn't a sap.

*end of flashback*

If she threw it back at me the way Vicky had I didn't know how I would react. I couldn't stop myself from imagining all the alternatives. Maybe she wouldn't react the way Vicky had, I mean her rant earlier was something to go by. It felt like I'd broken my way through the window into her mind and she was just letting it fall over the windowsill for me to hear. Then I realised she hadn't intended for me to hear and then I hurt her again. Ugh why isn't anything simple with this girl. She makes me so angry for no reason, I can't trust her, the way she just sits there, completely submissive. She was a drip!

Then she did just shout at me, I couldn't begin to describe my feelings when she shouted my name at me. I wanted to hear my mouth around her lips once more. I wanted to see her say my name as I lowered myself between her thig- ENOUGH

God just give her the shirt, if she throws it back at you, turn off the heating.

I reached behind my chair and unzipped the corner of my gym bag. Pulling out the softest thing I could find I knew it was my shirt. It was grey and would swamp her tiny frame. It had my name printed on the back as well as my college team logo on the front. She was going to be wearing my college shirt. Something I had dreamed about Vicky wearing. It was something that, after that day, I never wanted anybody to wear. As I don't know what possessed me to hand it to her.

"Here" I coughed out, handing her the shirt. She looked at it like it was an alien object and I almost lost my temper. "You need another shirt" I said, looking at the road. I hoped she would take it from me; I would die of shame if she refused.

Like a miracle, her soft fingers found mine and gently took the shirt. My breath caught in my throat and I had to pull myself together to stop from showing what it would have meant if she hadn't taken it.

"Thank you" She said quietly. I kept my eyes on the road as I saw her struggle in her seat with the shirt. I lifted my hand to shield my eyes and was rewarded with a small laugh and another thanks

"I'm done" she finally said. I let my hand fall but refused to look at her properly. I had waited 29 years to see someone wearing my shirt and I wasn't going to let it pass lightly.

BPOV

I was wearing his shirt. Oh my god I am wearing my bosses shirt. I am wearing Edward Cullen's shirt. And oh god it smells so good, maybe he won't notice if I just don't give it back to him. I better stop sniffing it or he's going to think I'm a serial killer. The tension in the car is building once again, we were getting so far with actually achieving a conversation I didn't want it to go stale again.

"It's soft" I commented quietly because frankly that's all I could come up with

"Good?" he said stiffly, he still hadn't looked around. I wanted to know why.

I looked down at the shirt; I had already noticed it had his name on the back so I was assuming it was a sports tee. The front logo was practically worn away so I couldn't read where he had gone to school or college or whatever it was. Something that I felt a little disheartened about, I realised that I wanted to know more about him. I wanted him to know more about me; I wanted him to look at me.

"What do you think?" I hinted, putting my hands on my waist and twisting slightly in my seat, being careful not to knock my throbbing knees.

"About what" he replied, his jaw stiff and his eyes looking out to the road.

I coughed loudly, forcing him to look over.

His head turned slowly and his hands tightened on the steering wheel. I didn't understand the big deal? It was just a shirt!

As his eyes met mine I could see their hesitation to look down at the shirt. I smiled widely at him, my eyes unable to hide the confusion I was feeling. When his eyes finally dropped downwards his breath caught and his eyes flicked uncomfortably between the road and the shirt.

"I love it" I said confidently "thank you" I smiled boldly at him, glad we were making what seemed like a friendship finally.

His eyes looked to mine and I was shocked at what I saw. There was a faint sign of desperation in his stare, his eyes almost watering. Before I could say anything he quickly snapped his eyes back to the road and began pounding the steering wheel with his fist again.

I didn't feel like interrupting him this time, it was too intense.

The atmosphere plummeted in the car once again and I couldn't even begin to understand what had just happened. I needed to know, I needed to calm him down.

"I can take it off, if you don't want me to wear it"

"No" he sighed, his hands loosening on the wheel. "Keep it on"

"You're clearly uncomfortable with it"

"Please" he threw me a sympathetic look and I obliged. Not that I wanted to take it off in the first place.

It was silent in the car for another mile stretch of road before he cursed to himself and reached in his pocket. I followed his hand as he pulled his iphone back out and handed it in my direction.

"I was meant to text my dad, do you think you can do it for me"

"Umm, okay" I took the phone and unlocked it, pressing over the message icon I started a new message, typing in 'dad' in contacts. When I was ready I prompted him for an idea of what to say.

"Just type, 'on our way, we'll be 15 minutes, sorry I didn't text sooner" he rambled out as I typed

"Okay all done, anything else? No sign off no kisses?" I teased

He threw me a small smirk and I imaginary fist bumped, we were back to small smiles. It wasn't quite what I was hoping for but oh well.

It was only then I realised what he'd asked me to type.

"What did you mean we'll be 15 minutes? I thought you were taking me to hospital? If this was just a clever rouse to get me to meet the in-laws, you did well! It's not like I can run away!" I jested

He chuckled to himself, "Believe me if you met my mother, you'd be running yourself, either that or she'd smother you and you'd be forced to eat cake every day for the rest of your life"

"Doesn't that sound awful" I sarcastically replied. We shared a laugh then. We SHARED a laugh! Progress!

"My dad's a doctor, a very, very good doctor. The best in fact"

"Oh okay, that makes sense" so his dad's a doctor… better shove that Edward fantasy in your pocket girl, a man with a family that prestigious isn't going to go for second best.

I sighed sadly to myself when I realised just how ridiculous I was being, laughing with Edward like I was it was my place to.

"What?" he must have heard

"Oh, nothing, just nerves" I lied although it was still true; meeting his dad was terrifying to me.

"Don't worry. You're in good hands Bella" he smiled to me and my heart soared

"The best" I smiled back.

Around 20 minutes later we arrived at the hospital. And sure as he had said, Edward's father was waiting at the entrance. With a wheel chair… oh god. Edward's father was… a model. If my mother ever met him she would need to be caged dammit.

Edward parked up in the guest parking lot and walked around my side of the car to help me out. He juggled my satchel in one hand and his other arm supported me. The fresh breeze and different position caused a white hot pain to run up my thighs and smash into my hips. I yelped in pain and Edward's father rushed over, leading the wheelchair in his hands.

"Dad" Edward remanded

"Son" he smiled warmly at Edward.

"Sit Bella" Edward grunted after the lengthy silence.

I looked at him, shocked with his tone. We were friends 15 minutes ago.

"Bella is not a dog, Edward, I'm sure she is capable to function by herself" Edward's father reprimanded him. I smiled to myself and sat down obediently regardless.

"Hello Bella, I'm Carlisle Cullen, I'm working here as a tutor at the moment but when Edward texted me earlier I couldn't help but feel the need to break free from grading papers to help his friend. I'll be taking care of you today dear. Nice shirt by the way, I would recognise it a mile off. " He spoke so warmly and his wink made me giggle.

"Thanks" I said quietly unable to refrain from biting my lip.

A cough broke our conversation apart and I looked up to see Edward practically fuming. What had I done?!

"Yeah well, Isabella obviously can't take care of herself or she wouldn't have ended up here would she. Now she's your problem, I'm leaving" every word cut into my smile and I felt my chest grow heavy. And I sat quiet, not wanting to make a big deal of how I was feeling. He was right, I was a problem.

"Edward Anthony Cullen, how dare you speak to her like that! I did not raise you to be aggressive towards women! Apologise to your friend now son!" Carlisle's angry voice resonated in the small parking lot and I sank in the wheelchair. Before anyone could say anything else I interrupted them.

"It's okay sir, he's right, I've caused a lot of trouble and we're not really friends I'm just-" I was about to say, an acquaintance when Edward interrupted me

"Staff." He grunted through gritted teeth. I gasped at his tone and sank back in the chair, wanting to run away from here.

I couldn't understand why he was being so cruel to me in front of his father. I had tried so hard to be nice to him in the car even though he hasn't necessarily treated me perfectly since we've known each other at work. I thought I was starting to break through his wall and be friends but no, not friends not even acquaintances, I was staff to him.

"You will not leave this hospital Edward, go wait in my office, you will drive Bella home when she is fit to leave, IF she accepts your apology and if not, I will drive her home myself. Now go!" he almost shouted at him. Edward looked at me and clenched his hand around my satchel. I froze and almost called after him when he stormed inside the building.

Carlisle stood with me in the parking lot for a while, I was unsure of what to say or do.

"I'm sorry for the way my son treated you here today Bella, I'm sure it won't happen again. I will look after you now. You're safe with me, I don't turn into a big angry wolf on full moons like my hormonal son does"

He smiled at me warmly and rubbed my shoulder with his warm hand. I relaxed at his touch and let him wheel me inside. My eyes focussed on my bulging knees. And my mind focussed on Edward.

This was a mess.

So what do you think? Edward's a bit bipolar I know but things will start shaping up! How lovely is Carlisle being to her already and how did you like the flashback with Vicky?

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Thanks for reading!