The Beast Inside. New Version ✔

Chapter 9.

"Human!" The word bellowed through the room, making her automatically wake. She looked at her surroundings and concluded she was in the room she slept in last night.

"Do you want to explain why there is a crashed car in the garage?" She thought for a moment, trying to decide what was her best approach.

"Um. What was the last thing you remember?" She whispered as she stared at his form in the doorway.

"The last thing I remember was hearing you scream. Then I fucking wake up beside you again. Explain. Now."

She couldn't bring herself to tell the truth. Wouldn't be able to stand the look he would give her. He already believed her weak; she didn't want him to know exactly how weak she actually was. "I crashed." She simply stated.

"Well, no shit! How?"

"I lost control of the car and hit a tree. "

He studied her for a moment before zeroing in on her arm. What happened to your arm? She looked down, noticing the bandage for the first time. She didn't feel that much pain, it was only sore. She would of sworn she had broken it. She had heard the snap, felt it break. She unwrapped the bandage before rushing to cover it back up. A large size bruise in the shape of a hand resided there. "Must of hurt it in the crash. I dont remember."

His eyes narrowed and he ground his teeth. She could see that his fangs were starting to lengthened and looked down at his nails seeming to do the same. He was starting to get angry. "What do you mean you don't remember?" His voice started to rise.

"I just don't. Okay?" She snapped back. His eyes widened in surprise before he covered up his expression. She took a deep breath trying to calm herself down, trying everything in her power to make herself forget. She wanted to forget yesterday ever happened. She felt disgusted. She needed a shower.

"Whatever. Well everything is already put up. I don't remember doing it, or even getting the car back here. Honestly, I don't care either. You won,t be going back to town. It turned out to be a fucking disaster. I knew you would crash the damned thing!" He scoffed, walking out the door and slamming it behind it.

She jumped from the loud noise and covered her face with her hands. She willed the tears to go away; to stay strong. Her anger started to rise. He really believed her to be that incompetent and she just let him. Heck, she gave him the reason to make him think that. If he would have been paying attention like he said he was going to, then none of it would of happened. She shook her head at herself. She should've just told him the truth. She took a few deep breaths and tried to calm herself. It was already over and done with. She needed to get over it.

Her stomach made itself known, grumbling. She hopped off the bed and made her way to the kitchen. Looking around the bland area, she shook her head. The man didn't have a decorative bone in his body. The area was open except for the table with two chairs situation in the middle. Everything was pristine white; the walls, counters and appliances. Grabbing an apple off the table she made her way back to the room. She paused in the doorway and noticed the same thing about it as the other room. White. Everything was white, down to the furniture and bed comforter. Walking to the ensuite bathroom she began to feel blinded and looked away from the wall. She quickly turned the shower on and then began to look for her things. Austin had been right, everything was put up where it should be. All of the bathroom necessities she had bought were placed and ready to go, including the towels. She smiled. Her angel; his beast. Her grin got wider as she took off her clothes and slipped into the shower. Warm water cascaded down her body, relaxing her muscles. She didn't let herself enjoy it too much before she grabbed the soap and scrubbed her skin raw, needing to rid herself of yesterday.

Stepping out of the shower, she quickly realized that she had forgot to grab a clean set of clothes. She wasn't used to staying in a house with someone else. She had always lived alone, and it had never been a problem to walk through her house naked. This was obviously different. She peeked out of the bathroom door and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw her bedroom door was shut. Now where did he put her clothes at?

Her cheeks flushed red as she opened the top drawer of the dresser. Her underwear and bras were both placed there. She decided not to think of her angel putting them there, and quickly put a set on. She then picked up the towel she dropped and leaned over to wrap it around her hair.

"Holy shit!" A growl echoed from the door.

She screamed, not expecting him to come in and quickly turned around. Her eyes widened as she saw his eyes flash from black to their original colors. She ripped the towel from her hair and rushed to cover herself up.

"What?" She asked. He simply kept on staring as if he could see through her towel. She really hoped that wasnt one of his powers. His eyes were no longer flashing, just green and blue.

"Austin!" She yelled to get his attention. His head snapped up and he narrowed his eyes.

"Get the fuck dressed!"

"Well, what do you think I was trying to do before you came in here?" She laughed as his glare intensified.

"Leave, so I can finish, please!" She said when she realized he wasn't going to move.

She laughed to herself when he stomped out of the room, slamming the door once more. She quickly dressed in swears and a big shirt, then headed out the door.

"What did you need?" She asked when she found him sitting at the table eating.

"Your food is in the microwave." His answer was abrupt and to the point. He didn't bother looking up at her.

"Awe, that was very thoughtful of you." She thought out loud as she grabbed the chicken and corn out. Who would've thought that the human side of him would be nice?

"Shut it before I throw it away!" Annd he's back.

They are in complete silence. It wasn't uncomfortable. It was nice. Once she finished she took her plate and then his and washed them in the sink. She didn't say anything to him as she made her way to her room. She had nothing to say. As soon as she slipped in the room, her smile faded. The mask slid off as she rubbed her arm. It was the middle of the day, but as she climbed back into bed, she didn't care. She was tired and hurting. She didn't want to be a prisoner; she just wanted to go home. She wanted to go to her mothers house and cry on her shoulder. She wanted to be weak, and held. She couldn't do that around Austin. With the thought of his hearing, she smothered her face in her pillow and cried so he couldn't hear her. She cried herself to sleep.