Song: Hero- Cash-Cash featuring Christina Perri

I so dreaded looking up at him. I close my eyes for a second, making a grimace expression. My breathing starts to pick up and I feel the blood start to pump into my veins. Why in the hell is he here? Was he watching me- wait is he still watching me? "Hand me my keys." I try to fight back my tongue from saying anything I might regret later.

"The fuck I will. You are not capable of driving tonight." I watch as he tightens his grip around the fob.

I quickly glare back at him. "Are you fucking following me? How in the hell did you even know I was here?" I watch as he combs his fingers through his hair without saying a damn word. "Are they still paying you to watch me? ARE THEY? Why are you fucking here...ELI...Why?" I reach over and shove him hard and he steps to the side.

He reaches down and grabs me by the upper arm. I'm quickly standing by his side. I attempt to jerk away from his hold and when he lets go, I lose my balance and he quickly catches me. "What the fuck Vi; you really think I am going to allow you to drive home like this?"

"Why the fuck do you care what I do?" I smart off.

He now has his one arm around me holding me close to him so that I don't fall again. He forcefully walks me over to the passenger side of the car and opens the door for me. I look up at him with tearful eyes, not because he is not letting me drive but because I think I actually did some damage to my ankle. I slowly take the pressure off of it and sit down in the car. When he closes the door, he quickly runs back around and climbs in the driver's seat. He glances over at me and huffs before reaching over to grab the seatbelt to lock me in place without saying a damn word.

Not only does he not talk all the way back to my apartment but he doesn't even bother looking over my way. I wonder all the way there why he was even there at the club. Did he see me off with the frat boy and this is why he is giving me the silent treatment. When he pulls up into the garage, I immediately open the door to walk my own ass in however when I step down, the pain yet again shoots up my leg. I grit my teeth from trying not to cry out, however he heard me. In seconds he is on my side and scooping me up into his arms.

"I can walk...I don't need your help; put me down," I yell at him.

"The hell you can. What the hell did you do?" He holds me closer to his body and ohmygod I smell the familiar cologne amongst his body and mine gives in to him. I rest my head on his shoulder and let him carry me he rest of the way up to my apartment. Once at the door, I hand him my keys and he lets us in. He carries me over the couch and is on his knees in no time. He fumbles with the clasp on the heel. Once off he tosses it to the floor and both his hands go around the sore spot. I flinch when he hits the right spot.

"For fucksakes...stay right there. I will go get an ice pack."

I roll my eyes at him but at the moment he doesn't say anything. He walks off and is back in no time. He sits across from me on the coffee table and grabs my leg to place in his lap. The cold ice feels good against the heated soreness. "We should go get this looked at."

"I will be fine," I lie as I roll my eyes again at him. We sit there for a little while in a very awkward silence. I let him hold my leg in place on top of his legs and his hand feels nice as it massages right above my ankle while the other hand holds the ice in place. I wait for him to talk, to say anything but he is so focused on my ankle. "You didn't answer my question earlier. Eli...why are you still following me?"

"I just happened to be there."

"That's fucking bullshit and you know it. Are they still paying you?" He ignores me. So I raise my voice at him. "Eli...fucking look at me for crying out loud...look at me...tell me they are not still paying you?" My eyes swell with tears.

"No...alright...no they stopped months ago. I just...I just had a feeling you were going to get into some kind of trouble."

"Why are you following me? Eli it has been months and you haven't even cared to call me. I thought you cared about me but it's like you fucking vanished from my life."

"It's what you wanted...was it not? You made your point very clear to me that you were done with me." He quickly looks back down at my ankle to avoid making a lingering eye contact with me.

"I was really upset. Wouldn't you be? You have been watching me for years. You have watched me do some really bad things. Did you watch me every time I was here...with Gabe?" When he doesn't look up I know the answer to that. "Did it turn you on...watching me fuck Gabe?"

His expression starts to change and I can tell that I hit a nerve.

"So you enjoyed me fucking him, I bet you always imagined that it was you doing me. You know how wrong that sounds?" Of course he doesn't say anything. I open my legs as I move my dress up enough for him to see my panties. I rub one hand between my legs all the way up to my sweetness. "Do you want to fuck me right now?" I take my other hand and grab at my breast. I want to know what is on his mind.

I watch as his teeth grind into each other and the look on his face is animal like. He is dying to pounce on me. He leans forward and picks me up. I let him take me to the bedroom in hopes he will take advantage of me there. He softly lays me down and to my surprise he stands back up and grabs the blanket to place over me. He leans down and kisses me on the forehead. "Go to sleep Vi; we will talk in the morning." He doesn't wait for me to respond back to him as he leaves the bedroom and shuts the door behind him.

I grab one of the pillows off of the bed and throw it at the door, letting it thump hard before dropping to the floor. I scream out in frustration and I have a feeling he is smirking about all of this on the other side of the door.

A few hours later the sun is coming through the open window. I roll over and stretch and when I do my ankle throbs in pain. I quickly jump up and pull back the cover. The fucking thing is swollen and shades of black and purple. This is not good. I slide over to the edge of the bed and I already know that I will not be able to walk on it. I stand up on the one good leg and hop to the bathroom. I make my way to the toilet to pee and then stand back up. While washing my hands, I look up and I look horrible. Oh my goodness tell me that Eli did not see me this way. My hair is a tangled mess and my makeup is smeared all over with fucking mascara running down my cheeks.

I can't let him see me this way. I slide out of my dress and take off my bra and panties. I hop back over to the shower and turn the knob for the water to run hot. I jump in and prop my leg up on the side to relieve the pressure from it. I wash my body and my hair and then get out to dry off. When I look back into the mirror, I notice the massive hickey on my collar bone. Shit...

I search through the drawers and find my concealer and dap it on. Then I brush out my hair and then head to the closet to find something casual to wear. I throw on a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie before heading out to the living room. I was hoping he was asleep on the couch but he wasn't, instead he was in the kitchen cooking breakfast.

I hop over to the counter and take a seat on the bar stool to watch him. When he turns around, I catch the way his eyes sparkle and a small smile forms across his face. "You are awake...how are you feeling?"

"Sore. I think I need to go see the doctor this morning."

"I'm glad you said that. I already called; you have an appointment at ten."

"You called my doctor?"

"Yeah...well that ankle doesn't look good."

I swallow hard before adding, "Did you call my parents?"

He turns away from me without making a comment. I watch as he places food on two plates and then turns to walk back over toward me. The plate has a helping of cheesy scrambled eggs, two slices of bacon and half an orange already peeled and separated. He hands me a fork and I reach across the counter to take it from him. When he comes over to sit beside me, he looks down at my ankle. He reaches down and picks my leg up and places it in his lap. "You should have it elevated...and no...I did not call your parents after all I am not on their payroll any longer, am I?" He sounds pretty pissed off that he is no longer either working for my family or maybe because it has caused him not to be able to be with me.

I don't say anything about that as I take a few bites of the eggs and then take a bite out of the bacon. I can so get use to him cooking for me like this every morning but I'm not sure that is going to happen any time soon. "Thank you for not calling them. Eli...can I ask you something and you be honest with me?"

I look up to see him make a slow nod. "I guess so, it's the least I can do."

"You never answered my question last night. If you are in fact no longer working for my parents...why were you really there last night? Why are you still following me?" I set my fork down and look over at him to wait on his response.

He looks very uncomfortable as he shifts in his seat. "I watched you for so long that I just can't seem to stop myself. You were doing so good just staying at the Company and staying here at home. When I saw you get all dressed up, I just had a feeling something was going to happen. I was just watching out for you, Vi."

I let out a sigh, "You were watching me in the club?"

He slowly nods.

"You watched me dancing with the frat boy." I close my eyes and turn away from him a little disappointed in myself for believing that no one was actually watching over me. "You watched me fuck him?" I say almost in a whisper as I look away from him.

"I watched you leave the dance floor with him. I followed closely behind you two. I didn't watch you but it's not like I couldn't hear the two of you going at it behind the closed door." He sits his fork down on his plate and seconds later his mouth opens up again. "Did you enjoy making out with him?"

I let out a grunt, "It was just a fuck, nothing more."

"That's not what I asked you. Did you like making out with him?"

"What difference does it make?" I don't look up at him.

He slowly stands up and takes care to my leg as he props it up on the stool where he was sitting. I hear him cross the room to get his shoes. I hear him putting them on behind me. I feel that familiar lump in the back of my throat and I so don't want him to go. I can feel my eyes water up and then a freaking tear escapes down my cheek. My voice starts to crack, "I don't want you to leave." I slowly turn my body around to look at him.

He stops in the hallway and looks back at me. He doesn't have to bother asking me again if I liked it or not.

"It was just a fuck, nothing more. Dammit Eli it has been months. You can't expect me to not have those needs, those wants. I just wanted to feel something, to feel loved even if it's not real love." His eyes cast the floor and he runs his one hand through his hair as he bites his lip. I wish that I could tell what he is thinking in this very moment. He shakes his head in frustration and turns to walk out the door without saying a word. "Fine...just go then. I wish it had been you...alright. I wanted him to be you. Dammit, Eli." I turn and jump off the stool to go after him not even thinking about my messed up ankle. However my ankle has a mind of its own and I fall to my face and cry out in more pain.

In seconds he is at my side, not only is he at my side but he is scooping his arms underneath me and carrying me over to the couch. "Why do you insist on hurting yourself more?"

"Why do you insist on pretending that you are not really in love with me?"