Drew looked at me, his eyes filled with desire and his mouth parted as small breaths escaped his lips.

"You are stunning, you know that?" He said seductively, almost whispering the words. I didn't answer, I was never good at receiving compliments, I just didn't know what to do with them. "I mean it Bella." He said leaning in closer before putting his lips on my cheek, kissing it. He kissed it again, just a little closer to the corners of my mouth this time. And again, and again until his lips tasted mine. He shifted in his seat, putting his body over the gearbox, his head pushing me back against the passenger door. All while he sucked my bottom lip between his teeth. His move was unexpected, and I didn't know what to do with my hands.

As unexpected his kiss was, as much as a surprise was it when he put his hands on my thigh resting some of his weight on it. His tongue kept exploring my mouth as his hand went up and down my leg, each time getting closer to my most sensitive area. His other hand grabbed my arm, keeping me prisoner between the door and his body. His hand let go of my thigh as his fingers went up to the hem of my sweater, sneaking underneath. He traveled up my bare stomach as he pushed me further against the door. It all went so fast, my mind was blank and my body numb. How far is he going to take this? When his hand cupped over my bra a small moan escaped from his lips.

"You have no idea what you do to me, Bella." He groaned against my lips. His hand greedily touching me in a place I wasn't expecting him to go so soon. I was so astounded I let him kiss me again, my eyes wide, staring at the ceiling of his car while his lips wandered off to the side of my neck. He sucked at my delicate skin, without a doubt leaving a purple mark before tracing his tongue over it. This wasn't what I wanted, not now, not so soon and maybe not with him. Something felt off, simply not right.

"Drew." I whispered his name while I tried to push him away with my free hand. There was nothing I could do against his tall frame. It was like a feather trying to push a concrete building. He didn't receive my message as his lips moved against mine again, sucking the breath out of my lungs. "Drew." I said a bit louder than the first time around, trying to get his attention. When he didn't respond I pushed at his chest to no avail as he didn't budge an inch. "Stop." I almost yelled, squirming underneath his body, but nothing helped. His hand slid from my bra over my bare stomach to the button of my jeans. This isn't happening, not again! I thought while squeezing my eyes shut, my hand still pushing him away at his chest. His fingers fidgeted with the button of my jeans for a second, but he managed to open it before he zipped my zipper down in one movement, slightly pulling my jeans down with it. His fingers touching my skin no longer felt soft and soothing, but painful and rushed. Like being surrounded by barbwire. Tears started to sting at the corners of my eyes and soon enough they were streaming down my face. "Get off me!" I whimpered trying to shift my body in every possible direction, but I was trapped. Like a mouse wanting cheese but ending up stuck by its head between a piece of wood and a metal thread, trapped. A ready to eat pray for the cat lurking around the corner.

"You want this just as much Bella. Don't you see what you do to me...I want you." He moaned; his head buried in the hollow of my neck. His hand around my arm got firmer by the minute and by experience I knew he was leaving a bruise.

"I don't want this! I want to go home!" I cried out loud, my free hand colliding with his chest one more time. But he put more of his weight on me and it felt like I was suffocating. The air around me was disappearing and my hands started to shake. When it became difficult to breath, I knew I was having a panic attack. "Get off me!" I sobbed, trying my best to get out from underneath him.

"You have been leading me on the entire evening, flaunting that short skirt. I fucking want you." He groaned against the skin in my neck before kissing it again. I focus back on the ceiling while my mind zones out trying to think of something else, anything else than what was happening. It's happening all over again. When his fingers reach the hem of my panties I gasp in horror while I taste my salty tears on my lips. "Stop." I whimpered one last time, trying to convince him to do so. At that moment I heard a deafening sound and I'm sure my heart skipped a beat. I didn't know what caused it but I was thankful for whatever it was because Drew sat up, pulling away from me and I could finally breath. I gasped for air as I realized I could also move again. Without thinking straight, I grabbed my bag at my feet, pushed the door open and stumbled on to the asphalt of the parking lot, my knees hitting the ground first. I took in a sharp breath, my lungs filling with fresh air while I tried to get up on my feet. I was dizzy and when I turned around to see what had caused that dreadful, yet lifesaving sound, my vision was blurred with fear. It took me a second to focus and when I finally did, I saw Lukas battering Drew's car with a baseball bat. Smashing the windshield to pulp. When his thundercloud eyes met mine, I felt like I was going to collapse. When he saw me trying to steady myself, my hand reaching for the hood of the car I felt his arm supporting my waist, scooping me up like a sack of bones. I buried my head in his chest and felt the warmth of his embrace while the baseball bat hit the ground with a thud. I felt his chest rising and faling faster than ever as he was panting with anger.

"Isabella, get in my car!" He pushed me back a little, his hands wrapped around both my arms. My eyes studied his face carefully and his expression was something I had never seen him wear. His eyes dark and his lips tense. I could see him gritting his teeth as his eyes captured the purple bruise in my neck. "My car...Now!" Lukas growled as his eyes caught Drew getting out of his Dodge.

With shaking legs, I stumbled towards his car and sat down in the passenger seat, sliding down just enough to see Drew slamming his fist into Lukas's face. My breath stoked and a loud shriek brushed against my vocal cords. My hands quickly covered my mouth as my eyes took in whatever it was what that they were seeing. Lukas's hand gripped onto Drew's shirt before slamming his face into side window. The violence brought back memories I thought I had shoved away far in my subconscious. One in particular, the memory of my dad slamming my forehead into the dashboard of his car because I changed the radio station. With dreadful thoughts like this filling my head, my mind completely checked out.

My plan was to pick Bella up after her shift and take her somewhere nice. But I had some last-minute clients walk into the tattoo shop, so I was late. Still, I hoped she'd still be around. When I drove onto the parking lot, I couldn't help but notice the familiar car sitting alone on the abandoned lot. When I realized whose car it was, my heart sank to the bottom of the ocean.

I parked close to Drew's hideous Dodge and it shattered my heart when I saw him on top of her from the side window. Jealousy rushed through my veins, she kissed me this morning and now she's with him. I hit my steering wheel...hard, inevitably hurting my hand, while looking at the movement in his car. My eyes tried to catch the look on her face and when it did... I'm going to fucking rip his head off! Her face looked worried, sad, filled with fear and tears staining her cheeks. I know that look. My jealousy turned into pure rage and I went to the trunk of my car taking out something I had never had to use, until now.

Drew Fucking Rapist didn't even notice I was walking to his car until my baseball bat collided with his windshield, chattering the glass in circle-like patterns. I was relieved my actions scared the crap out of him, as he pulled away from my Isabella. Fucking asshat! You are going to regret this! I kept on hitting the windshield until my eyes met the most beautiful green ones that were now filled with pure horror.

I send Bella to my car; her ordeal was over. Now, it was time for me to finish it in her advantage. The son of a bitch got out of his car and I was going to fucking kill him.

"My Car!" Drew yelled when he took a look at the sight of his damaged windshield. Not shortly after he send his fist flying at my direction. I was so angry, raging even, I didn't feel a thing when his fist collided with my cheek. I waited until Bella was safe and sound in my car before latching out to Drew.

"Is that all you care about?" I yell before taking the collar of his shirt and slamming his face into the side window of his car, cracking the glass. Drew fell onto the asphalt grabbing his face. "I knew you would pull this shit Drew! Once an assailant always an assailant. It's not your first time assaulting a girl! Who do you think you are?" I pulled him up to his feet before pushing his back against his car, my fingers wrapped around the fabric of his shirt. "Why? Why do you do it huh?" I ask before slamming my fist into his stomach letting out all of my anger. Drew quickly grabbed his guts, bending forward.

"I don't know man! She fucking kissed me first." He coughed intensely trying to grasp for air. That's right I knocked the wind out of his pathetic ass. I quickly looked back at my car to see whether or not Isabella was okay. She clearly wasn't as she was staring straight ahead of her, not moving the slightest. I felt like someone had ripped my heart out and threw it off a cliff when I saw how blank her face looked, clearly in chock. Fuck, I care for this girl. Drew knew this was a moment of weakness as he pushed me to the ground, his body straddling mine as his fist crashed repeatedly into my face.

He's bigger than me but he's not the smartest fighter. I took his leg and wrestled myself free from underneath him. My turn to do some serious face pounding. I kept hitting his nose over and over again, blood splashing onto my light grey sweater. I kept going until he begged me to stop, his hands grabbing his broken nose. I stood up, wiping my hands on my ripped jeans before walking away like nothing happened. He was screaming assault and lawsuits for breaking his fucking nose, but I couldn't bother. Checking if Isabella was fine was way more important that a possible lawsuit he's never going to win. While I walked to my car, I felt a warm liquid dripping down my cheekbone. I tried to wipe it away with the back of my hand and when I looked at it in the dark streetlights, I saw the dark blood smeared out over my skin. My blood mixed with Drew's stained my hands, but I would do anything for her even though I told her to stay away from him.

I got inside my car and saw Isabella was still looking straight ahead, emotionless, like she wasn't mentally present.

"Are you okay?" I whispered softly, trying my best not to scare her but she didn't react, not even the slightest movement, not even a twitching finger or just something as small as fluttering her eyelaches. "Bella?" I tried again, this time a bit louder and a bit more present. My voice softly echoing through the car as I saw Drew driving away. I could breathe again.

I wanted to be soft and nice to her but her not reacting was frustrating and I didn't know what to do. I put the key into the ignition, my sore and bruised hands making me hiss as I turned the key to start the engine. I was taking her back to my place. She wasn't going to let me stay at her's and I wasn't going to let her out of my sight tonight. I drove into the dark streets, with each passing light my mood getting worse. I warned her about him but she trusted me too little to give me the benefit of the doubt. I felt betrayed that she even went home with him and even more so that she had probably kissed him. I couldn't help but to feel cheated on even though we weren't even close to being together but that doesn't change how it felt. My busted hands gripped onto the steering wheel as the thought of them together flashed through my mind. It fucking hurts.

When we reached a red light and the car came to a stop, I tried to reach out again. I gently put my hand on her shoulder, trying not to scare her as I whispered her name. "Snowflake."

Much to my surprise she turned her head and looked at me, her eyes bloodshot and her cheeks stained with black make-up running down her face. "It's all my fault." She whispered, and her words cut through me like a knife through butter, gutting me from the inside, pinching my throat shut...

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