Chapter Two

There was a slam against the door, and my eyes snapped open. "Oh God...when did I fall asleep?" I mumbled. Another urgent bang erupted on the door.

With a sigh, I dragged myself to the door, and looked out the little peep hole.

"Oh, it's Steven..." I unlocked the door and opened it, letting the man in. "Hi, Steven-"

"Where is she?" he demanded glaring at me. He strutted in, his eyes dangerously narrowed. His demeanor didn't shock me or scare me. I just looked at him, unfazed.

I shrugged and yawned. "Who's 'she'?"

Without a warning, he shoved me up against the wall, his hands gripping my neck, choking me. Fuck. "Gabriel. That's who. I won't repeat myself again. Where is that bitch?" he growled.

I cringed, my hazing mind barely processing his actions and words. "I don't know Steven!" I forced out even though I didn't want to speak, just concentrate on breathing. "Let me go!"

"Uh, no." He yanked me away from the wall, and let go of me, flinging me into the coffee table.

"Ah!" I grumbled. I felt tired, angry tears puddle in my eyes and I pouted, frustrated with my situation. I was too tired for this! With anger and rage boiling inside of me, I looked up at him with hateful eyes and yelled, "Leave me alone!"

With anger crumbling to exhaustion I crumpled back to the floor, unable to think of the consequences these actions had. Maybe it was just because I was so used to Steven. Either way, I'd just sleep it off. It'll all be fine.

I let out a scream of shock and pain as a hand tangled into my hair, and I was lifted form the floor. I let out another scream, and kicked my feet trying to touch the floor. "STEVEN!" I cringed the way I screamed his name. It sounded so...weird. I whined and quickly got fed up with it all.

My mind was fuzzy, and my thoughts were all mixed and confused. I grabbed his arm, and then swung my leg up, hitting him in the side. His grip loosened a little, but before he could tighten his grip again, I slid my hand down his arm, and snapped his wrist. He cried out in pain, retracting his hand.

I turned around fully to face him, and kicked him in his shin, but before I could do anything else, he tackled me to the ground, his arm pressing down on my neck. I gasped and tried to move under him. The lack of air was painful, and didn't help my efforts to get loose.

My feet twitched madly, trying to shake my legs out from under him, but that didn't work either. I felt more tears form in my eyes. I am so pathetic. My eyes stung. Steven scowled at me, cranked his good arm back, and punched me in the face. I let out a strained cry, and then I felt my tears burst like a dam. He grabbed my hair and slammed my head to the ground repeatedly. I think he was saying something about payback for breaking his wrist.

That confused me . . . When did I break his wrist? ...Who is this man above me?

Slowly the pain dulled and my eyes slowly started closing. Before that could happen though, Steven was suddenly pulled off of me, and a couple of punches were heard.

A head of blonde hair and and blue eyes looked at me, suddenly inches from my face. I looked at him with interest. Who was he? With that my eyes closed and a darker than dark world engulfed me, and I went unconscious.

XxX

I woke up feeling heavy. So heavy. I groaned and shifted, and everything shifted with me, but something slid off my forehead. It was cold and damp. A wet cloth?

"Hey, take it easy," a dry, soft voice said. I frowned and looked around the room. I ignored the man in the doorway who was calmly wiping off his hands off.

Surrounding me were purple walls, and dark hardwood floors. The bed's frame was made out of mahogany, as well as the dresser. The mattress I was lying on was soft and comfortable, with thick, and smooth, almost velvety purple covers.

I looked back to the doorway, and asked, "Who are you?" He quickly threw the dish rag in the room next to this one and walked over to the bed, sitting beside me. I scooted over cynically. I didn't repeat myself, but instead glared at him.

He hummed and looked in my eyes, placing a gentle hand on my cheek, turning my face side to side to examine it. His touch burned, but something about it gave me a feeling of deja vu. "You seem better. How are you feeling?" he asked. I didn't help but notice he had minty breath. It was kind of melting me to smell it. I shifted and felt my cheeks get warmer. Who was he anyway?

"I feel fine," I lied. I had a headache that was small but troublesome, and my throat hurt. Well, hurt was an understatement, but who am I to complain?

The man hummed again and turned away from me, grabbing a glass from the nightstand. He placed it at my lips and then waited for me to grab it.

"You look awful," he commented after a moment.

"Gee, you know how to flatter a woman," I said sarcastically with a roll of my eyes.

He sent me a small smirk and shook the glass slightly. "Drink up, you haven't drank anything since you've been here."

"How long have I been out?" I asked, taking the glass from his hands. I stared at him expectantly.

He answered, "A day." With that he picked up the cloth next to me, and frowned. "I'll get you another one," he said, placing a hand on my forehead.

I groaned and slapped his hand away, glaring at him. "Who are you, and why are you touching me so freely?" I hissed. The blonde blinked slowly, looking at me with a quizzical expression.

"I'm a friend. You know exactly who I am...or so I thought," the man mumbled. I looked down, and then back up at him.

"How do we know each other?" I asked, my voice quiet, my eyes down casted to the bed. It didn't feel weird to be here, or be next to this man anymore. He was a friend. But what business does a man have being friends with a child?

"Your brother and I work together," he said. A worried expression fell on his face and he patted my head. After a moment, he pulled me in for a hug. "It's quite awful that you can't remember. Just how hard did that man hit you?"

"I don't know... Daniel? You work with Daniel? How is Daniel? I haven't seen him in a long time."

"He's doing good, that I am sure of."

I smiled and leaned into the man's hug. It was big and warm, like a father's.

"That's great news to hear..." I paused and pulled away from the dude, asking, "What's your name?"

"Adrian, and I know your name is Irene, in case you don't remember," he mocked. I pouted, and grunted disapprovingly.

"Don't be an asshole. Of course I remember my own name," I growled. Adrian just patted my head again.

"Well, stay in bed. I don't trust that you can walk. I'll be back with breakfast." He stood up, and walked to the door before stopping like something hit him. "Oh yes, that reminds me, I called Dan and he said that he'll be here later to check on you. Though, you'll have to stay at my place. We don't trust you staying at his house."

And then he disappeared out of the doorway, not letting me reply. After sitting there dumbfounded, I scowled. "'Stay in bed' my ass." I pulled the sheets off of my legs, and twisted my body so I could roll out of bed. Deciding against it, I took it somewhat easy and placed my feet on the floor, and stood up.

Only to have my legs give out.

I gasped as I crumbled to the floor, hitting the nightstand. "Ow, fuck."

"I told you not to get out of bed," Adrian scolded, pacing into the bedroom. He sounded surprisingly calm, as if my disobedience was expected.

I shrugged. "I don't like orders, and they don't like me."

He just rolled his eyes, frowning a bit. "Well, orders are meant to be followed."

"I'm not a follower," I retorted, glaring at him. "I go by my own rules."

"And how has that worked out for you?"

"Fine, until I woke up here."

"Fine? You call your situation fine?"

"How else would you want me to put it without sounding like I need help?"

"I'd say critical, because you do need help."

"Bullshit."

"Stop cursing, and whether you like it or not, I'm helping you. Maybe you don't remember what you've been through the past few months, or what happened a couple days ago, but without anyone's help, you'd be in prison for something you didn't do."

That shut me up. I glared at Adrian, but let him help me back up to the bed. I didn't look at him, but muttered, "Thanks." He nodded, and ruffled my hair, which made my eyes twitch.

"You're fine."

A/N: So this isn't editted either...I just want to update. I feel as if this dosen't need much editting anyway. Even when I do edit, I miss things. If there are some serious grammar errors, I'd love to have them brought to my attention.

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But fuck you, you probably won't anyway. Assholes... Shit I'm in a period mood again, a calm cranky. Dammit! Now folow and favorite because I'm out of icecream.