james comes out and slips into my passenger 's seat . he must know the details of her trauma eventually . more than that , he tried very hard not to look at it from a personal slant . i was thankful , nonetheless , because that was one night i did n't want to be alone . he may not be talking to me but at least he finally has the guts to look at me . she 's beautiful , amazing and nearly perfect , except for the scars on her stomach . `` no one speaks to my mate like that . 