A/N: Hey everyone! So this is another story written by me and CC! If you're from fanfiction, this is my first (kinda) not related to twilight story! Lol! Hope you like it remember reviews make me smile!


Love. It's a funny thing. It can pull people together and rip people apart. But really, what is love? Is it a feeling? An emotion? A dictionary says love is "a strong positive emotion of regard and affection." But those are just words. Love's different for everyone, right?

I swear I love him. I mean, I can't keep him out of my mind. He's all I want. Of course I love him.

But then again... I hate him.

No that's crazy. I love him. He says he loves me. But then again, he does say a lot of crap. I thought love was supposed to be easy. I thought you were supposed to know right away who you are in love with. That love at first sight crap that everyone believed. Well it didn't exactly work for me.

I love him. He says he loves me. But can things change?

I know he's got anger issues….. and problems. But who doesn't? Plus the whole being a vampire thing doesn't help with his rage either. But he apologizes. I don't know if he means it but he apologizes. I want to believe it. I think he does too but apologies don't mean anything if they don't change anything. And they never change anything.

I love him. He loves me.


Chapter 1

Slam! Pretty much the entire house shook at the force of the door slamming back into the door frame. Sh*t. He was in a bad mood. Oh god. Not today. Oh please not today. My heart beat skipped when I heard my name.

"RACHEL!" He yelled. I was in our bedroom. I had been watching TV but turned the show off when I heard him come through the door.

"I-In here!" I called and took a deep breath as I opened the door. Suddenly I heard angry footsteps stomping up the stairs. I backed up slowly when his face appeared in front of me.

"I-I" I stuttered. I don't know what I did, but he was angry.

"You what!" He yelled stepping closer to me. He had that look in his eyes…. so full of despite. That look had always scared me. He got this very dangerous aura around him when he was like this that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. "Well?!" He pushed, stepping closer. He was only about 2 feet away from me and I so desperately wanted that to be more like 2 miles at this moment.

"I-I…" I stuttered again. Not the answer he was looking for.

He closed the distance between us In half of a second that if I had been stupid enough to blink, I would have missed it. He brought the full force of his hand against my face and I staggered backwards onto the bed.

"I don't feel like dealing with your sh*t right now," he said. "I'm taking a shower. Dinner better be ready when I'm done," he said. He looked at me with that look in his eyes for two more seconds before abruptly turning around and walking into the bathroom.

I stayed on the bed for a moment, holding my cheek that burned from his slap. I forced myself not to cry and to go make dinner because he'd most likely just hit me again if I didn't cook for him. I walked into the kitchen and put some water on the stove to boil and pulled out some spaghetti. After the pasta was in, I set the tomato sauce on next to it. The entire time I was cooking, I heard the shower going. I had actually started to relax until I heard the water turn off. I sighed and drained the pasta, setting it into bowls with the sauce.

I turned around and almost had a heart-attack at the view of Justin standing right in front of me. He slowly reached his arms out to the counter on either side of me so I was trapped in between them.

"God, you scared me," I said quietly. He slowly brought his right hand up and ran his thumb across my cheek lightly. I forced myself not to wince at the pain.

"I'm sorry," he said quietly, sincerely… at least it sounded like that. I knew better. I looked down for a second and then back up to his face. So what? He was all nice now? "I had a sh*tty day. I shouldn't have taken it out on you. I apologize." I didn't know what to say, so I didn't say anything. I just stood there as he started to lean towards me slowly. Hell no, I was not about to kiss him. Not after he hit me.

I turned my head to the side slowly and he caught on, freezing in place.

"You don't want your dinner to get cold," I said, sourly. He stayed frozen for a moment and I heard him grind his teeth a little before dropping one of his arms so I could go past him with the bowls. I set the bowls on the table and sat down. I heard him walk over and a chair scraping against the floor. He sat down and started eating loudly. I just moved my food around on my plate. I wasn't that hungry. After a few moments, I knew that he had noticed that I hadn't put any of it in my mouth.

"You're mad at me…" He said slowly. Well aren't you observant. I didn't say anything. I just kept moving the pasta around in my bowl. I could feel his eyes watching me. A few seconds later, his hand shot out and stopped mine from moving the pasta around. I flinched at the sudden movement but the way he was holding my wrist didn't hurt. He only put enough pressure on it to stop me from playing with my food. I looked up to him. His eyebrows were furrowed and he actually looked like he cared.

"I love you, you know that?" he asked. Well you have a funny way of showing it, I wanted to say. But I couldn't. I could only stare into his eyes. Those eyes that I could get lost in. And eventually I couldn't do anything but nod quietly. "And you love me too right?" He asked. Those eyes. Again, I ended up nodding slowly. The side of his lips twitched and he let go of my wrist, pointing to my bowl. "Eat," he ordered. I did what he said, because I didn't want to make him angry, and because I liked him this way. I liked how he was nice to me. That was rare. I liked when he told me he loved me, but the problem was, I didn't know if he meant it. I mean he seemed sincere, and I did love him...

"So I have a friend who's gonna come and stay with us for a while," he said after a few minutes of silence. I looked over to him. He smiled a little when my eyes meant his.

"Oh…" I said. I wasn't sure what else to say. Was this friend like you? His eyes kept watching me.

"You okay with that?" he asked. He was actually asking me? Yeah right. If I said no, he'd do it anyway. What was the point in even asking me? So I did what he wanted. I smiled and nodded my head. "You'll love him." He told me, smiling. The corners of my lips were turning up into a smile, but I was worried how he would treat me if his friend was here... would his friend be the same as him.. I don't think I could handle two people hitting on me? Or.. would it be the exact opposite... would his friend be nice, or take the negative attention off of me?

After we were done eating, I stood up from the table and took the bowls to the kitchen. I washed them up in the sink. I turned around again and Justin had popped back up there.

"Jeez, you have to stop doing that," I said quietly and backed up as close as I could to the counter behind me.

"Sorry," he said quietly, inching forwards. "Thanks for dinner," he whispered as he leaned closer. I still didn't want to do this. My cheek still hurt and it was inevitable that is was still red. So I made the mistake of turning my head again. Last time it worked….. I wasn't so lucky this time. He pulled his hand up to my chin and forced my face to look at his. The way he was holding it made my cheeks puff out and hurt my jaw.

"What is your problem?!" He yelled in my face. I didn't say anything. "Huh?!" He said. Again, I didn't say anything. I couldn't say anything. I mean, what was I supposed to say? "I said, what is your problem?!" He yelled even louder about an inch away from my face. He squeezed more on my jaw and I winced at the pain. "What?! You don't love me?" He asked.

"N-no," I stuttered. His grinded his teeth.

"WHAT?!" He yelled.

"I-I do! I do love you," I said desperately. "I'm sorry," I said and silently begged for him to let me go or to go back to that nice mood.

"You're damn right you're sorry," he said. "Now kiss me!" He ordered. He yanked my jaw towards his and the second right before our lips met the doorbell rang. Thank god! Justin stopped and pulled back a little bit, holding me where I was. He looked towards the door and sniffed the air slightly. He turned back to me and got back in my face.

"That's my friend," he said. "If you screw this up, I swear to god I'll kill you, understand?" I nodded. "Great," he said. "Be good," he said those last two words so clearly like he was talking to some foreigner who didn't speak English. He dropped my jaw and I pulled myself as far away from him as I could be, leaning against the counter, and watched him walk over to the door.