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my hand off of him and chuckled, "Well that's a load of bullshit."

"...Excuse me?"

He grabbed my hand and pulled me along with him, we were walking further away from the house. Where we were going, I had no idea?

"You can say what you want," He said, tightening his grip on my hand when I tried to pull loose, "but Isabella you're not two different people. You can't hate me and not hate me at the same time. Think what you will but, the only difference about you right now... And you five minutes ago, is that you're somehow not afraid of me. Why? Because just like everyone else, power gives you confidence."

"What makes you think you know me more than I know myself? I have nothing to do with the human side of m-"

"But you do though. I almost thought that at first actually but I've just realized it, when you said you didn't mind being mine, I don't think you ever did."

He stopped in front of the same car that we'd arrived here in and pushed me into the backseat before climbing in himself. He sighed and looked at me, Ic couldn't tell what he was thinking but it looked as if he was searching my eyes for something.

"You're delusional. I don't like you at all, I just realize an opportunity when I see one. I hate to admit it but you're powerful and if I'm with you, I'll become more powerful too."

"Really?" he asked with an amused looking on his face, "Didn't you say before that you only wanted me though? If you thought that, you would've slept with my brothers by now, stop denying everything."

I scoffed and turned away from him. What he was saying wasn't exactly wrong, but I can't just admit that to him. It didn't feel like I was the same person, in fact, it felt like was living in someone else's body, just paying for their shitty mistakes.

But somehow, I know that both these sides of me were just... Me. But I can't recognize the weak girl inside me. She gets so easily hurt and gives in too fast, that's the opposite of how I feel.

I looked over towards him but he wasn't paying attention to me at all. He looked deep in thought, gazing out of the window like he was looking at something important.

Now that I think about it, everyone's looked down on me for as long as I can remember. For reasons that had nothing to do with me, things that I couldn't control. I remember how lonely it felt. The guilt I had, thinking I was the reason everyone died. Still, no one looked at me for me.

I get hurt by Cole's words but somehow I feel like they make me stronger.

I didn't mind being his because of that. He didn't pay attention to anyone else when I am with him. He wants me to rely on him... Something I might never do but, it made me happy sometimes. He wants to hurt me because I mean something to him, no matter how much he tries to deny it.

Maybe our meeting was somehow fate, or maybe I am just delusional.

It annoys me to admit that I wanted him to talk down on me and somewhat control all of these feelings inside me that I don't understand. No one else would do because I didn't care for what they said, I don't know what that makes him to me but... I wanted him to hurt me more, and praise me more when I did well.

I know that makes me pathetic but, I can't control how much I lust for that.

I reacted that way earlier because he insulted someone I loved... If he'd just kept on belittling me only, maybe I would've felt more inclined to hurt him back, and follow through with my threats.

But who knows? I say I know myself but I don't.

"We're here," he said, interrupting my thoughts. We'd pulled up in the driveway of his house. The ride back seemed shorter than I remember it taking to get there. He got out of the car and walked to the other side and opened my door. He avoided eye contact with me this time unlike before,

"Hurry up," he said, ushering me, "We're going to visit that woman right after you change."

When I finished getting dressed and came out of my room, he shook his head at me when he saw me. "If you get cold, don't expect me to take my jacket off for you." He said shoving his hands in his pockets and walking outside.

I rolled my eyes at him and followed him, muttering insults under my breath. When I got up to the car, I realized it was different than the one we originally came in. Furthermore, Cole was the one driving this time.

"I didn't know you actually owned a car, " I said as we both got in, he chuckled and smirked, "Isabella I don't own a car, I own many. I'll admit I haven't driven in a while though... Before we met I used to go around on my private jet actually... So this is pretty mundane for my standards."

I scowled at him, I really wanted to slap that arrogant look off his face. My expression changed when I noticed he wasn't looking at me, not that I wanted him to but, I never really looked at his face.

I almost forgot that he'd cut his hair...the first time I remember seeing him, he had his hair pulled back into a bun. It looked so much softer now,

"Isabella..." He murmured, my eyes widened when I realized what I was doing. I had my hand reached out, running it through his hair, I didn't even register that I was doing it. I pulled my hand back quickly and looked away from him.

He chuckled and I quickly glanced back up at him, I wonder how he would look with a real smile, it seemed so fake.

It went quiet again for a while and he annoyingly started tapping on the driving wheel, humming to himself. I gasped sarcastically, seeing him stop at the red light, "Oh wow, even you follow the law!"

He looked over towards me and unbuckled his seatbelt, "You think you're so funny...Nope. I just wanted to do this," he said before leaning over and kissing me. It was broad daylight, there were cars close on both sides of us, as we were on the way to my supposed mom's house but, I still couldn't hold back the rush of feeling that kiss sent through me.

Maybe everybody could see him kissing me now... But it excited me.

He deepened the kiss as his hand gripped my thigh and then slowly led up my skirt. A loud horn honked at us before he could go any further making him pause and retreat to his seat and continue driving.

"You sure are wet for someone who's going to see their mom. Shouldn't you be a little sadder instead?"

"Oh? Is that why you're so horny? You think I'm sad right now?"

He shook his head, "I wouldn't get horny over that, I'm not even the reason for it. The car that was next to us... Some kid kept looking over at you, so I thought I'd give him a show."

My eyes widened and he smirked at me before looking back at the road."What are you planning on doing when you get there?" I shrugged and leaned against the window, "I just want to know the truth."

The car ride was silent for the rest of the way there, I could feel myself getting more anxious the closer we got to my old house. I didn't realize that the car had stopped in front of the house until Cole tapped my shoulder.

"Let's go, " he said with a sigh and I shook my head, I didn't know if I was ready to face this. I could feel my mind slowly slipping back to how I normally was, and I was trying to hold on for dear life.

"Why are you scared of an old hag?" He asked raising his eyebrow at me. I frowned at him and crossed my arms, "You have no empathy, huh? I swear you must have a brick for a heart or something."

He ignored that statement and just got out of the car. He came to my door and nearly yanked me out after he opened it. "You chose to come here remember? I'm not going to let you back down because you're scared to get hurt. If it turns out she never really cared about you, that's the truth. Move on."

"Yup. Definitely a brick." I mumbled, shrugging him off me. We walked up towards the door and I could hear voices inside. My heart felt like it was beating out of my chest. I was shaking so much as I reached up to ring the doorbell. Cole placed his hand on my shoulder and stood behind me,

"Just relax. I'm right behind you."

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