When he entered his drive way, he quickly but cautiously put his foot on the breaks. He went to the backseat and picked Bella up bridal style. He was still amazed at how light she was. He brought her into the house and set her down on the nearest couch. As he ran to shut the door and get the bandages and pain medicine he needed, he thanked God his parents were out of town. They would have a heart attack if they saw him bring in a random, beaten, ( but to Michael, still beautiful) unconscious, rain soaked girl into the house. He made sure Bella was comfortable and then began treating her wounds. Her head and a few cuts, but every wound had brought blood. He knew for a fact her stomach would have been covered in wounds. Normally Michael wouldn't even think of pulling a girls shirt up. Even if it only showed her stomach. Though he was popular, he wasn't a complete pervert like the other guys. He lifted her hoodie and shirt, making sure not to show any part of her a bathing suit would cover. As he bandaged her wounds, he noticed older wounds. She ones she had brought on her self. He tended to her wounds as quickly as possible, including the ones that were her own, so he wouldn't have to see her in pain. He put ice on her head, put a blanket over her and let her sleep as he went and called the tow truck. After he hung up he went to see if she had woken up. She was still asleep, which Michael was thankful for. She needed her sleep. But as he went to move some hair out of her face, he was able to look at all of her face at once for the first time. He couldn't help but find her beauty intoxicating. To him, it felt like she was growing more beautiful every second he looked at her. "Why do the guys treat such an amazing person so badly?" He questioned himself. Then it hit him. He knew who's yellow car he saw earlier. He couldn't believe he didn't recognize it. It was Cory's. "It figures" he almost growled. Who else would want to harm this angle like human. He took a deep breath and slowly walked over to Bella. He knew that he couldn't do anything about it right now and getting upset would not help anything. As he walked over to her, he felt like a wave of serenity poured down on him. The closer he got, the stronger this calmness got. When he sat down on the chair across from her, he looked at her face and felt as if he was entranced. He couldn't take his eyes off this perfect girl. As he was admiring her grace, he began to try to imagine her; laughing, with a smile spread across her face. He couldn't picture a sight so magnificent. He fell asleep to this thought.
Bella's POV
With all of her past running through her head, her dream become a night mare. But suddenly, an Angel appeared. He was tall, muscular, and extremely handsome. When she looked at his face, she recognized who the Angel was. Only one person had hair the color of fire and eyes the color of emeralds. He slowly walked towards her as she began what felt like gliding in his direction. But before she got there. She saw this beautiful girl dancing. It was fascinating, watching her spin and twirl so gracefully. As she took a closer look, she realized that this beautiful dancer was her. When the dance had ended, the red headed angle took the dancers hand as they held hands, they got closer every second. When they were just close enough for their lips to touch, everything went black. She was so confused, but then reality hit her. She remembered her uncle, she remembered the guys at the library and she remembered Michael kneeling over her. That was the last thing she remembered. As she began to panic, her eyes opened and she was perfectly still. Her eyes darted around the room. Then she realized where she was. She didn't recognize the room but she knew where she was. And then she realized she wasn't alone.
