~ Can't You Help Me As I'm Starting To Burn? ~

Part 3

Matt's POV

"Dude! What the hell! You scared the shit out of her!" I yelled at Brian.

"You act like I did it on purpose." Brian griped.

"You don't have to be such a jackass all the time." I retorted.

"Why the hell do you care anyway? You don't even know that girl." Brian said. I stayed quiet.

He was right. I don't know her.

But she looked so small and fragile.

It made me want to protect her.

That feeling was totally weird for me. What the hell is up with this girl?

Normal POV

"Bella!" Ryan screamed.

"Yes?" I answered quietly.

I didn't get a response so I went to our room where I knew he would be.

He was laying on the bed with his hands behind his head, totally relaxed.

At least one of us are.

I stayed by the door and looked at him.

"Yes Ryan?" I said again.

"We're going out tonight. Your boss called and said we have a party to go to. So get dressed and make sure you clean your face up." He said, his voice full of hostility.

"Okay." I said quietly.

I made my way into my closet and pulled out a dress.

I walked out and set it on the bed, ready to go and pick up my shoes.

"You're not wearing that." Ryan said.

I looked at him with wide eyes.

"Why not? You bought me this dress." I said without thinking.

"Excuse me?" Ryan said loudly, getting off the bed and coming towards me.

My eyes shot to the ground and I slowly back up.

"I--um, I said what would you like me to wear." I answered, my eyes glued to the floor.

"That's what I thought you said." He spat.

I saw him go into our closet and he was scrounging around in there for a minute.

He came back out with a black, silky dress that flowed to the ground.

He set it on the bed and grabbed the one I had wanted to wear.

"You're only allowed to wear this dress when it's just us two. Not anywhere in public." He ordered.

I nodded my head and stayed quiet.

He walked back into the closet and started getting ready.

I went about my business, staying as quiet as possible so I wouldn't set Ryan off.

I didn't have enough make up to cover anymore bruises he might decide to give me.

When I was all ready, I went into the living room and waited.

I learned to be ready in under 30 minutes.

Ryan hates being late.

I waited, and waited, and waited.

Ryan waltzed out of the bedroom 40 minutes later, dressed in a black tuxedo and dress shoes.

He came up to me and yanked me up.