Rose POV
Ughhhh!!
I think life is playing games with me because the minute I entered the police station you wouldn't believe who I saw there talking to one of the officers.
"And why exactly did you call me." Vincent shrugs his shoulders seeming uninterested in whatever subject he and the officer were talking about.
"Just take these to her." The officer shoved a box to Vincent but Vincent pushes it back to him. "She's staying at your place." the officer says.
I immediately knew who they were talking about. I didn't know whether or not I should walk up to them and ask for the box myself or just continue walking towards the man behind the desk and pretend I didn't hear their conversation.
I carefully adjusted my body so that I could peek at Vincent, but I quickly looked away when I saw that he was already looking at me. Front desk it is. I walked towards the front desk trying to ignore them, but it was hard when I could literary feel Vincent's piercing gaze on me. I could suddenly feel my cheeks get hot and a memory of this morning makes me blush even more.
"Wait, are you Rosalie Pierce?" The officer asks.
I turn around unwillingly looking straight into the officers face ignoring Vincent.
"Yes." I wanted to correct him and say it's Rose, but there was no point.
I couldn't help but glance over to Vincent who was already turning the opposite direction and leaving.
"These are the clothes and some of the other things we were able to save from your house." The man says handing me the box. I thanked him taking the box in my arms. The instant pressure gave a tugging pull into my stitches. I forced a smile on my face to hide the pain and said my thanks one more time before turning around towards the door quickly.
I couldn't believe that these were all that was left from my house. Just one box with god knows what inside.
I pushed the door open with my left shoulder not wanting to put anymore pressure on my right arm. As soon as I was out through the door, the box in my hands were instantly swiped away from my grip.
What the...
When I looked up, I saw Vincent's tall figure beside me holding onto the box in his hand with a disturbed expression as if it bothered him having me around.
"Why are you carrying this box when your arm still hurts." He flatly states. It wasn't much of a question, actually it sounded more like he was insulting me.
I looked at him with clear shock on my face.
Even though he's being rude about it, he's still helping me out so I can't complain. I didn't expect him to notice how uncomfortable it was for me to be carrying that box or let alone remember that I had an injured arm.
"Since when did you care?" I frown reaching for the box but he doges me.
He shakes his head. "Isn't this box a little too heavy for you?"
"No. Now give it back." I demand but he ignores me. I reached for the box ones more, abruptly coming to a stop when I felt the pain. I winced trying to hide it.
"Your stitches are coming undone. I'll take you to the infirmary." He blankly states walking in front of me. He stops in front of a car before turning around with an annoyed expression. "Do you want to be dragged?" He yells aggravatingly.
I blinked my pride away following behind him. He stopped right in front of a shiny black car. I didn't speak car but this car was something to look at! What is it with his family and having expensive things?
He opened the passengers seat and for the first time even though it was a taunting one, he smiled at me gesturing for me to get in.
I looked at him strangely. "Why are you being nice to me all of a sudden?" I ask.
He rolls his eyes. "Just get in the fucking car, I'm not going to hurt you."
I glare at him. "You mean anymore than you already have." I mumble.
He chuckles giving me another irritating smile. "You're feisty." He challenges my glare.
I sigh in defeat finally giving in and entering the car. Mostly because the stinging feeling on my arm was getting worse and it was not a pleasant feeling.
He smirks as he slams the door behind me and walks to the drivers seat. He eyes me up and down and I uncomfortably slide further away from him earning a chuckle. I never liked it when people looked at me like that. It made me feel extremely uncomfortable, even if he was just checking me out.
He finally stops chuckling and placed the box in the back of the car before roaring the engines to life.
