(A/n) Disclaimer: All rights to Stephanie Meyer, that brilliant woman. :)

BPOV:

I slowly got into the car as he slammed the door behind me, I watch as he calmly walks around the car to go into the driver's seat. As he gets in the car I keep my eyes down on my hands in my lap, not making any movements. Much to my surprise he doesn't say anything; he just keeps on driving me to some unknown location. I can feel my frustration building.

"Take me home." I mumble under my breath, unable to look at him.

"Listen, if this is going to work, I'm going to need you to speak up and stop the fucking mumbling." He started out lightly and went up towards force as he talked.

"Take me home. Please." I say more forcefully turning to look at his face for the first time since I got into the car. He was gorgeous, his bronze hair made me yearn to run my fingers through it. His green eyes were set on the road and I wasn't sure what they held in them. His jaw was strong and looked invited, everything about him was inviting. But I wouldn't let him win…whatever it was we were competing in. I was very confused.

"Nah, I'm good." He said with a small smirk on his face. A smirk? I barely know him and I sure as hell have heard enough about him to not want to know him. He doesn't know me either so why is he smirking? Ugh.

"Why not?" I said turning my body towards him in the seat, my anger building.

"Hmm...Can I get back to you on that?" He said sarcasm dripping in his voice. He was obviously enjoying this.

Rolling my eyes, I start to pull out my cell phone again, I mean really what is he going to d- I gasp as the car makes a sharp turn off the dark empty road we were driving down. I look around and see that he has pulled off to the side of the road.

He shifts the car into park and turns towards me, his eyes blazing. I hold his gaze, though I'm pretty sure I have just crapped myself from his gaze. Though he seemed to have his joking moments, I could tell that my body reacted as very scared of him.

"Give me the cell phone." He said slowly like he did when he told me to get into his car. Who is this guy? Bossing me around, like some …like some…person who gets bossed around!

"No." I say quickly, facing away from him and contemplate who to contact first. Though I was scared of him, I kept on saying more things; my mouth had one of its own.

He made a sound with his throat that made it obvious that he wanted my phone. I shook my head in a fast motion, still facing away from him.

"Bella. Give. Me. Your. Cell. Phone." He said in a tone that was threatening. I could hear his voice slowly getting more aggressive. But I couldn't stop myself, I had heard all the rumors of Edward Cullen and how he played with girls and how scary he was, but I kept getting snappy with him. It was as if I watching myself with my actions and I couldn't do anything about it.

I turned back towards him and looked him in his green eyes that were blazing.

"Don't talk to me like I'm a child." I said frustration in my voice.

His eyes blazed from a small bonfire to a forest fire as he took in my words. I regretted my choice of words then. In a blur he quickly leaned over towards my seat, grabbed the back of my head with both hands and pulled me into him. He kissed me, taking control and it was almost like a drug.

Shocked for a moment I just sat there, but then regrettably I felt myself slowly kiss him back as he attacked me with his violent and passionate lips. His mouth tasted like honey and it was the most inviting thing I had ever felt. I groaned into his mouth, surprised by the sound I made, to my groan he growled. Growling…from a person? Okay now I have just seen everything.

His one hand moved from holding my head and into my hand with my cell phone, he slowly and gently put his hand around my cell phone.

I realized what he was trying to do and took my hand that was free and pushed hard against his chest. I could feel his muscles beneath his black shirt and I realized I didn't have the strength to push him off of me. I stopped kissing him back and put my strength into getting him off of me, it wasn't working very well.

He slowly pulled his lips away from me, but kept his body close to me. With his face inches from mine, he smiled in a way that showed he obviously liked the control he had over me. That was something I did not like.

"If you don't want me to talk to you like a child, then I won't kiss you like a child." He said to me, his breath with a slight tone of laughing. I could tell his laughing was because of that damn control he had of me. All I could feel was rage from his words. How dare he talk to me like a child, and then kiss me! He barely knows me!

I put my hand up to slap him but he catches my wrist in his strong hand. I look up in his eyes, still very much close to me, with a shocked look on my face.

"Now we wouldn't this little wrist to get broken would we? Oh and such as shame on the first day that you're mine." He said, his laughing gone. But I can tell that his eyes are eating me up and I suddenly feel like prey. That seems to be the theme of the night.

Instead of being scared, I can feel so much anger in me and it kicks my adrenaline. But I try to listen to my inner voice that he is a crazy son of a bitch and I should not make him mad.

"No, we wouldn't." I say through my clenched teeth, barely concealing my anger.

"Good." He says still holding my wrist. Unmoving, he sweeps his green eyes up and down my body in my seating position. I can feel my heart beat gain to a faster speed as I feel more frightened by him. Of course, it is just my luck to be stuck inside a car with Edward Cullen. I can feel my body start to shake a little bit from his stare.

He lets go of my wrist and leans back into his seat and I relax. I lean back into my seat and release a shaky sigh.

But he doesn't take the shift off park and start driving again, like I thought he would. He turns the keys and the car goes off. Panicked I look at him, he isn't looking at me, he is looking straight ahead smirking. That damn smirk.

"What are you doing?" I ask in a panic. Why aren't we moving? What is he going to do now? Crap, I feel myself start to get more panicked. He turns his head towards me again and his eyes look like they are about to hunt. Not good!

"Well I just figured might as well turn off the car and not waste any gas. It's obvious we are going to be here for a long time." He says, feigning confusion to my question and acting sickly sweet.

I move into a position that is horizontal on the passenger seat, pushing my back into the car door, scrunching away from him as much as I can. I put my face into the head of the passenger seat panicked.

"Look, if you are going to rape me just do it now and get the initial over with." I say, the seat mumbling my words. I can feel myself breathing faster along with my heart and tears burn my eyes.

I feel him get closer to me and I feel as he gets almost on top of me, slowly. I feel my whole body shaking, and I hear that I'm not just tearing up, I'm really crying. I hear myself gasp and cry as he takes both my wrists in each hand.

"Shh shh shh, I'm not going to rape you." I hear him say, evil laughing in his voice. He says it gently, a whisper against my cheek.

I slowly calm myself down and get mad at myself for my little meltdown. Even he were to rape me (which at this point I have no idea what will happen) I won't let him see me weak. I know, I know too late for that.

I turn my head to look at him, sniffling. Damn that sniffling makes me sound like a baby.

"You're not?" I say, hoping that he means it as a promise. But can a really trust him, I don't know him and on top of that, he is known to be a horrible person down the grape vine.

"No of course not." He says sickly sweet, stroking my wrists with his thumbs while they are still gripped in his hands. For some reason, my suspicions tell me otherwise.

"I'm just going to wait until your little lamb self begs for me, and then it won't be considered rape." He said getting closer to my face. I felt anger build inside me. No way was this asshole going to…ugh! He may have control now but he can't keep me in his presence forever and once I get away I'll make sure he never touches me again. The arrogant asshole that he is. Lamb? No way am I going to let him start giving me weird little pet names.

"Get off of me and take me home." I say pushing up on his chest to get him off of me. He moves one hand from one of my wrists and grabs my neck.

"You know I'm getting a little bit tired of your fucking attitude." He said growling and glaring at me. My breath hitched in my throat and I couldn't take my eyes off the explosive look in his eyes. But I didn't want to back down, I already felt weak enough for crying.

"Maybe if you…took me home and left me alone…then you wouldn't hear my…attitude." I whispered softly, still caught up in the look in his eyes.

"God damn how many times do I have to tell you that you're indebted to me now and you're fucking mine?" He growled and met his lips with my neck roughly. I gasped, surprised at his sudden movement. I sat for a second, caught of guard by his actions. But then I remembered the situation and how he wasn't going to win. And why does he have to curse so much? Potty mouth.

"Get off of me! Get…off!" I yelled struggling with his body to push him off of me as he attacked my neck. I was breathing heavy, trying to get him off of me and I was grunting softly. But every time I would grunt, he would growl or groan into my neck. Which frustrated me more, but somehow even with my frustration I couldn't deny that it felt really good.

His mouth slowly came off of attacking my neck and he looked me in my face, an evil smile on his face. I'm pretty sure my hair was a mess as well as my clothing.

Edward's left hand held my left wrist in his and his right hand was holding my neck. My right hand was trying to get him off of me the whole time. Apparently I need to work more on my strength.

"You know you're cute as fuck when you're feisty, like a lamb in a lion costume." He growled finally moving away from me and turning the key to start the engine. I sat shocked for a second and then sat upright and leaned as much as I could into the passenger car door. I decided I wasn't going to show him that he annoyed me and just ignore him.

Who did he think he was? He pulled the car back into the still empty dark road. I couldn't even tell where we were going. He drove for a minute or two before I saw him look at me out of the corner of my eye. I refused to look at him.

"Now everyone knows that you're mine." He said proudly with a dark undertone to his voice.

"No, no one is going to know about this." I said, and then silently cursed at myself for breaking my rule of ignoring him.

"I don't think it has gotten through to your brain yet that I'm in fucking charge and if you don't want anyone to know about it then maybe you should look at your neck." He said darkly moving his eyes back to the road.

Crap. I click the car light on the roof of the inside of the car, and I pull down the sun shade to reveal the mirror on the inside of it. Frantically, I move away my hair and look at the part of my neck that he attacked. Is that a -?

"You gave me a hickey?" I turned towards him again.

"I felt it would look perfectly on your neck and I was right." He said lightly and sarcastically.

I mentally let out a frustrated scream and turn around in my seat again to start over with ignoring him.

For how long we were in the car, which was about forty minutes since I first got attacked, the road looked exactly the same. It was just a plain dark regular paved road and all around it was forest. Don't get me wrong I'm used to Forks but all we drive though it the exact same look to it. I began to wonder if we were driving in circles.

I notice that we are about to pull off of the road again and my heart starts beating faster. But my heart really jumps out of my chest once I see that we are pulling up across from another car, bordering the forest on one side and the road on the other. He stops the engine and grabs a pack of cigarettes that were on the dashboard that I didn't notice until he grabbed them.

"Stay here. Bella I mean it, you move a fucking inch and I will know." He said threateningly to me before getting out of the car and going to talk to this unknown person in the other car. He left me without even waiting for a response and I felt like sticking my tongue out at his back but I held myself back.

Both cars had turned off their headlights so all I saw from the scene was what was lit by the moonlight. I watched as Edward, still with his back to me, pulled out a cigarette, offering one to the other person, who was faceless to me, and then taking one out for himself.

They both talked for about five minutes before something between them was exchanged. My mind raced with thoughts of what it could be…drugs, money, an I.O.U? Edward Cullen was becoming more of a mystery to me then he was before I knew him.

He got back into the car, putting out his cigarette and turning back onto the road to drive. I don't ask any questions, because I'm still trying to ignore him. Plus I don't want any more information about Edward Cullen; I just never want to see him again in my life.

I could feel myself start to fall asleep and no matter how much I tried to stop my eyes from drooping it was like they had a pull towards the ground. I don't know how long I was asleep in Edward Cullen's car for but when I woke up we were in the car sitting outside my house.

"Hey sleepy lamb." He said darkly staring at me when I opened my eyes.

"Stop calling me. Look thanks for the long unnecessary ride but I have to go inside now and I hope this can be a little thing that never happened." I said, grabbing for the door handle.

"Tell that to the hickey on your neck. The hickey I made." He said laughing softly from behind me. I turn slowly around and look back at him from my seat.

"Please…please…just stop. I don't understand this." I said softly looking down at the handle that is gripped in my hand.

"You don't understand how long I've wanted you for." He said darkly and shocked I looked up in his eyes ready to ask questions. But he silenced me with another sneak attack controlling kiss. It was fast but not fast enough, it made me feel faint, like it was a drug.

"And now that I have you, I won't let you go." He growled into my mouth, his mouth centimeters from mine.

"Stop kissing me." I said but it really didn't sound that convincing on my part. His kiss had made me loose my breath and I hated the control he had over me. How he could make me feel this confusing things, and he was my first kiss! I didn't even like the guy and he was already kissing me and bossing me around.

"I really don't think that is your choice, now go to bed, I will be back to pick you up in the morning." I jerked away from him and quickly made my way through the night air and into my home. Luckily, Charlie was working late tonight and didn't need to know anything about Edward Cullen. Tomorrow I will wake up extra early, make my way to catch an early town bus and get to school very early. Early as in away from Edward Cullen. I will worry about running into at school tomorrow.

I glance at the clock, almost eleven. What is Edward Cullen doing to me?

(A/n) I really hope you guys like it! :)