"We need to talk,"

My lips part as I inhale a sharp gush of air. I shut my eyes in defeat; it's over. My biggest fear has become reality and I stand unable to talk in order to change his mind.

"You want to break up?" I ask when I find my voice. I start to take my hands off of him but he stops me. His eyes shoot to mine and a scowl finds its way to his brow.

"No, of course not! How could you possibly think that?"

"You don't talk, you avoid looking at me, you seem out of yourself and you start a conversation with 'we need to talk'. That's the break-up line!" Relief washes all over me and my whole body relaxes. I don't know what I would do if he meant those words. Even the possibility brings tears to my eyes.

"I wouldn't know," he murmurs and irritation fills me.

"And I wound 't know what you mean if you don't talk to me. What is going on?" He keeps being silent not offering me an explanation and my mouth twists.

"If you're bored of this, tired even, if you don't want me anymore...say it! I prefer it than seeing you standing there looking at me with pity and-"

"For heaven's sake, Amelia," He mutters and before I can complete my sentence, he surges himself in me. He leans down on me as I seat and he stands above me, towering over me. His hands slide around me pulling me closer and once I'm touching his chest, he attacks my mouth. His tongue finds its way to mine exploring my mouth. The pressure he puts into our kiss, the way he pushes me and kisses me remind me of last night.

When he pulls away releasing me, we're both breathless. I gape up at him shocked at this spontaneous and quick move.

"You still think that I don't want you?" My eyes keep gazing at his blue ones without offering the truth.

"Do you?"

"Yes, I do," He states and I feel like all the oxygen returns to my universe. "We need to talk about what happened last night."

"A lot of things happened last night so you have to be a little more specific," A smirk graces his lips and the feelings that were filling his eyes last night reappear. "About what happened with Christina." My lips part in surprise.

"Did you lie to me?" Before I can react further and my mind starts making up scenarios that will tear my heart, he speaks.

"No, can you please listen to me and stop thinking about the worst?"

"Fine, what about her?" I ask feeling like a baby girl that it's been scolded. After everything that has occurred and taken place in my life; I always feat the worst, knowing that it will surely break me. I'm just trying to protect my fragile and sensible soul from scratches and knives that life keeps throwing in me.

"I need to talk to her and found out the truth." He states with confidence. His eyes seem decided but the ache of my heart that is still trying to heal, can't think reasonably.

"Talk?"

"I need to learn if she had the same experience with you or if Edward raped her."

"Why? Why do you care?" I know I'm being mean and cold but the jealousy, the hurt and pain from last night doesn't allow me to think straight at his point.

"We need to know if she or every other girl the rumors say they have the same connection to that asshole is true,"

"Why? Why would you possibly want to know and get in the middle of the horrible things he has done?" I ask raising my eyebrows.

"Because we're not done with him. He wanted you and I stopped him. I beat him up so bad that he was out of school for weeks and even now, he can't walk. When I saved you from him, I made him furious. He's very angry and his ego is hurt. I need to protect you from that monster and the only way we gonna do this, if we have something big against him. And right now, we don't."

His eyes are steady showing composure and certainty. His voice is calm and sure but I can't say the same about me. I keep taking deep breaths and control my mind from all the images and feelings that flood in me. The pictures of him towering me, kissing me, and glaring at me with lust make me shudder. I gulp painfully as my heartbeat increases. I'm scared of him; of the things he could have done to me and might attempt to do again. I'm terrified.

That night destroyed me and made me fear my shadows. I wasn't accepting it because I knew when I would, I would be weak and vulnerable. Corbyn saved me and the feeling of safety I feel around him was enough to aside any fright about that night and Edward. He was enough. But now hearing all those words slip out from his lips, bring all my fear and insecurities back.

"Have something against him?" My weak voice squeaks lacked any emotions.

"We need to have something to fight him with, to threaten him with it even," He explains but I still don't comprehend.

"How is that relevant to the girl you...uhm?"

"If we know the girls he attempted something with against their will, rape them or I don't know what else that fucking douche could have done, we'll be ready to face him. We need to know and when he comes near you, we will threaten him with them." My eyes widen as I think about the perfectly orchestrated plan he has organized inside his head. Too bad it's far from perfect for me.

"They are many of them and we can have them..."

"Wait a minute," I murmur locking my eyes trying to keep my anger in control as my anxiety fills my body. Edward. His name is echoing inside my head as my eyes see his face. I shake my head in an attempt to collect my shattered thoughts and myself.

"You want to talk to all of them and make them confess if Edward has tried to do something with them?" He nods as if he's trying to predict my next move and study my reaction.

"Absolutely not," I state without leaving any room for arguments. "No way,"

"Amelia, we don't have a choice. He's recovering and the one thing I know for sure about that fucker is that when he wants something, he gets it no matter what. Especially now that I'm involved. He's humiliated and he'll do everything in his power to change the game in his favor."

"No, no...there's no way I or you for that matter will go around talking to girls about it. Last night, you were supposed to be talking to her about Edward and somehow I found her in your lap. We nearly broke up, it almost broke me and now you're telling me that you want to try something like that again? NO!" I shout.

"It's not that simple. We can't sit around and wait the next time he tried to do something."

"Yes, we can,"

"Are you kidding me?" He exclaims and his annoyance starts to becomes bigger, more evident, fueling his anger though my fury is already warmed up. "We can't do nothing and wait until we catch him red-handed! What do you expect? He won't do shit and act like nothing happened? There's no way in hell he'll let this go and neither will I." He states; his body is tensed and the eyes that stare back at mine mirror rage towards me and Edward.

"You have to. I won't go around and you can be sure that I won't let you walk around with girls that want to sleep with you!"

"That's irrelevant,"

"Irrelevant? You have got to be kidding!" I stand up feeling my body wiggle due to the tension and nerves. "I found you with her in a bedroom!" I yell turning around to see him following me out of the kitchen. "She wanted you to sleep with her and now you stand here telling me this! What about all the other girls that want you? What if they say the same, will you sleep with them to get the answer you want so much?" I cry sarcastically throwing my hands in the air.

"I thought we were past this! I don't want to fucking sleep with them and I won't!" He shouts back. "We don't have the time to think like this. I want to be prepared when he comes for you. Because I won't let him try the shit he tried the last time and if he does, you can count that he won't get out of it alive." Cold runs down my spine at the way his tone is laced with rage and loath; his eyes glitter scarily. I haven't seen him like this before expect from the night he saved me.

"And I won't stand there and watch girls throw themselves at you and propose to you to sleep with them!"

"Don't you fucking trust me?"

"Oh my God! Corbyn, can't you understand how hard and painful this is for me? Last night, what I saw broke me. I thought you were done with me and even for the few hours that I believed it, it tore me apart. I thought we're done. Do you know how much pain you put me through when I saw you with her?" His face softens at my words yet when his mouth split, I speak cutting him off.

"I want nothing to do with him. He almost raped me in the middle of nowhere and I was lucky that you were there but can't you see that all of this bring me back to the night I want to desperately forget. I'm scared of what he can do to me, Corbyn. I've seen him in my nightmares and I can feel the way he touched and I hate it! I want nothing to remind him, nothing to remind me what I almost lost that night!"

I leave the room in a hurry feeling tears gather at the back of my eyes. It hurts...