My head was pounding when my eyes slowly focused on two feet. I didn't understand a thing of what was going on. Why was I staring at a pair of black converse and why was my head hurting like a bitch?

The back of my head all the way to my neck felt hot and when I reached back I felt something sticky on my fingers, hissing the moment a jolt of pain shot through my spine. Fucking hell.

I rolled on my back, feeling stiff, hurting all over like I was hit by a truck. And as soon as my sight landed on warm sunset colors in the sky the corner of my eye caught a glimpse of the reason I was in this mess in the first place.

I saw a tall figure leaning over me, my sight still a bit blurry for some reason. The figure bend over me, his face became clear. Motherfucker. I frowned my brows as I sat up, immediately regretting it when I felt my mind drift away for a second.

"What the fuck!" I yelled, trying to get up but stumbling terribly as I caught a glimpse of Drew, his face still pretty blue from our last encounter. I noticed he deliberately rolled his sleeves up to show off his tattoo, intentionally triggering me, I'm still sure of it. I want to rip his fucking arm off right now! I really wanted to, but I didn't feel capable at the moment, the entire world was spinning around and I was the center of it.

Trying to latch out to his fucking smirk was a complete disaster, my feet wobbled, and my head was heavy. I didn't even notice the ringing in my ear until I heard laughter behind me. I squeezed my eyes, as I stumbled around to see where the sound came from. I saw two buff players from the football team, keeping me from going back into the shop. Was I afraid? Nope. Did I feel like the odds were against me? Yup.

"What's this?" I yelled, turning back to face Drew, holding a baseball bat in his hand. Twirling it around like I fucking cheerleader.... Worst thing was, it was my baseball bat. The one I left by his car when I went mayhem on it after he nearly raped my girlfriend. "You hit me in the fucking head with a baseball bat... Seriously!" I yelled, walking towards him, enraged and fucking pissed, my eyes focusing on his tattoo spelling Bella's name.

I was pulled back and I quickly realized his buddies grabbed a hold of my arms. I tried to shake them off but two against one just wasn't a fair fight. "Lukas, you fucking hit me in the face with a metal tray. Did you really think I was just going to leave it at that?" He spit at me, literally spit at me, son of a bitch.

I tried to pull my arms to freedom once more, but I just couldn't get away from these steroid pussies. "No but are you really that afraid of me that you have to bring your fucking minions? Very honorable of you Drew." I scoffed at him, still fighting off his friends.

"What do you know about honor!" He scoffed, stepping closer to my face, taunting me as I couldn't wrap my arms around his neck even though that was the only thing I wanted to do as I glanced at that damn ink on his wrist. "You took her away from me Lukas! Bella wants to be with me!" He came another step closer almost yelling in my face.

"You are . Seriously somethings deeply wrong with you!" I yelled at him. I laughed after letting his words sink in. "You are out of your mine if you think she wants you after what you did to her." I yelled at his face, hoping he would come to his senses.

"I didn't do anything!" He yelled while I felt his fist ram my ribs and I immediately bend over as much as I could with his friends holding on to me. I tried to catch my breath which wasn't easy after a hit like that and no way to defend myself.

I coughed, my ribs and abdomen burning with pain. "You fucking tried to rape her!!" I yelled at him, kicking my leg forward, but he was fast to take a step back, dodging my boot to connect with his kneecap. I was raging, the pissed I had ever been and I was capable of murder at this point if he didn't have the upper hand. "And you assholes are okay with that! What's wrong with you people!" I yelled looking at my side to Drew's friends, still holding on to me. I didn't even get the chance to look back at Drew, his fist connecting with my jaw fast and hard. My ears started to ring, and I felt the blood rushing to my cheek. I knew right away his blow had made a nasty cut.

"Shut up!" He yelled and without giving me time to recover he hit me again, making me taste my own blood.

"Fuck you!" I spit making him jab his fist between my ribs again, right on the spot he hit me before. I coughed and I felt like I was going to die, my body aching everywhere. The blood from the cut on my lip tasted like iron in my mouth and half of my face felt wet and I knew my cheek was bleeding quite bad. I scraped my throat and took a deep breath, which hurt even more than the blow itself. "Did you guys know, that he tried to rape my girlfriend! I bet if she was yours or your sister you would have done the same thing." I yelled to the football players holding my arms tightly, feeling their grip loosen as I spoke.

"Shut up! She's not your girlfriend. Deep down she hates your guts!" Drew yelled, taking a swing at my leg with his baseball bat and I grunted when the wood made contact with the side of my knee. I couldn't stand up anymore, sliding down on the concrete, my knee killing me when it hit the hard ground.

Even though the pain was becoming too much I had to keep going because I figured his friends didn't know what he did. "And then he..." I glanced over at Drew with despise. "...He got a fucking tattoo of her name... Bragging about her... About a girl he almost fucking raped! That's disgusting!" I yelled at all of them. "And she is my girlfriend you asshat! And if, just if, she hates me than why has she been staying at my place more than you have ever spoken to her! You are completely out of your mind and obsessed!" I yelled at Drew who responded with kicking my other knee.

One of the football players looked down at me with a questioning expression and then back to Drew. "Drew, this true? You tried to rape his girl?" The guy yelled at Drew, disbelief in his voice as he frowned his brows. Drew just stood there, not even trying to deny it. He stared at the concrete, his hands clenched around the baseball bat. The tall guy shook his head while letting go of my arm. "That's fucked up dude, what's wrong with you!" He yelled at Drew. "I'm fucking out!" He yelled once more, throwing his hands in the air as he turned on his heel walking away from us.

"I'm out too! I don't want to get involved in that shit." The other guy said, disgust coating his tone as he followed, also letting go of me and walking away. Well thanks for letting go but really, they are really going to leave me here without any help. I don't know if they noticed but he still has a bat.

"Don't you see that what you did is wrong! Fucking psychopath!" I yelled at Drew, while trying to get up from the ground, just making it a few steps before my legs couldn't hold me u anymore and my head started to spin. I fell on the concrete again, lying on my side as I watched him approach me.

"Did you fuck her?!" He asked out of the blue, scraping me up by my jacket, the bat thudding against the concrete. It was a question I didn't even want to answer, not to him at least. "Did you fuck her?!" He yelled too close to my face and my head was already pounding. I just smirked at him to defy him, something that wasn't in my best interest as he jabbed his knee against my chest, making me fall over. I couldn't breathe but acted like I wasn't fazed by his poor attack, taking small and steady breathes to hide the fact my lungs were burning.

"Let it go Drew." I said softly, my words slurring as my mind started to fade into another space.

"How could she let you have her! Fucking whore!" Drew yelled for the entire world to hear and he was really losing it, stomping and pacing up and down in front of me, balling bis fists as he mumbled to himself, words I didn't hear because of the ringing in my ear. "Whore!!" He screamed, bending over to push the words out with force. "And you! Why did she want you?!" He looked down at me with disgust. "Look at you!" He said while kicking me at my side, making me couch all over again grunting with pain.

"Drew stop! You are going to regret this!" I grunted through my teeth, trying to bite at the pain. If he kept going he was going to beat me in a coma, and he answered my thoughts with a kick. I saw his converse coming at me and I went into survival mode, protecting my face by holding up my hands. His foot hit the hand and wrist I had almost fractured a few weeks ago and I felt relieved when I didn't hear it snap. Still the pain was becoming too much, black creeping in around my sight. "Stop." I whimpered, almost begging him with my tone. I was in serious trouble and for the first time ever I felt helpless.

"She'll eventually see what kind of a fuck up you really are. Or when you fuck up and cheat on her, I'll be there to comfort her, so I'll think about you when I'm fucking her over and over because she's heartbroken and I'm the only one who can fix her." His disturbing words enraged me, infuriated me, but I could barely move as every muscle in my body was stiff with hurt. I clenched my jaw trying not to make a comment because he would snap and for sure make a vegetable out of me. Not for my sake but for Isabella's...Who was going to protect her if I wasn't here.

Through the ringing of my ear I heard Drews footsteps fade in the background and I hoped for the best...That he had left. I rolled to my side, grunting, almost screaming with pain when I rolled on my ribs. I was alone in an abandoned parking lot, my tires slashed and even if they weren't, I wouldn't have been capable to ride my motorcycle. The shop was closed as I was the last one to leave so nobody could help me there. That left me only one thing to do, something I rather didn't.

I tried to take my phone from my pocket, and I was shocked to see the blows to my body had even cracked the screen of my phone. Fucking hell that too... I dialed the contact, putting it on speaker so I could lay on my side without having to hold the phone up near my ear.

I was anxious for the phone to go over as I didn't know how to explain it gently.

"Hello?" Bella's soft voice echoed through the speaker, my heart filling with thousand emotions at once from sadness to relief, love to anger. God it feels soothing to hear her voice.

"Baby." My voice cracked and a cough escaped my longs as I tried to speak, my chest heavy and on fire.

"Luke, what's wrong?" She knows me so well she immediately heard the sense of panic and stress in my voice.

"Don't worry...Bells just listen..." I coughed again...Son of a bitch... and I squeezed my eyes and bit my lip to keep myself from cursing out loud as the pain overwhelmed me.

"Lukas?" She immediately had panic in her voice, and I could hear a lump forming in her throat.

"Baby, I need you to drive my car and pick me up at the shop. It's only seven minutes or so." I bit through the pain, trying to calm myself so I wouldn't scare her. I heard another question forming at the tip of her tongue as she sighed but I interrupted her before she could say it out loud. "Just do it Bells." I urged her.

"Alright, I'm coming." She spoke fast and hung up, sensing the urgency without knowing what had happened.

I tried to sit up, my head still a bit dizzy but better than before. I tried to get on my feet before stumbling to the wall of the building, sliding down with my back against it. I tried to feel the cut on my cheek and tasted the one on my lip.

Half my face was stained with blood and I bet my neck and the back of my head was too. I looked down to see my T-shirt almost drenched in it and I worried more about Bella finding me in this state than my clothes. It was only a small cut but the way and amount my blood stained my T-shirt it looked like I was stabbed or something. I tried to pull my jacked around me to cover it up as I rested my head against the wall.

Drew's words still rang through my mind...She'll eventually see what kind of a fuck up you really are... He isn't wrong but I'm trying, I just hope she loves me enough to see past that or change me for the better...

I sighed deeply thinking about how Drew almost said it like it was inevitable that I would cheat on her... I wouldn't, never! I don't want to be with anybody else, only her. But, maybe he's right, maybe I just don't deserve her...but if I hurt her, I would regret it for the rest of my life. Even if she were to hate me somewhere in the future, I would always feel like she was a once in a lifetime and I would be satisfied to have been with her even if it wasn't for eternity. The wait also felt like an eternity and I started to worry what took her so long... She's not used to driving a car, what if... If something happened, I can't... Don't panic just yet, stay calm... She's going to be fine; we are going to be fine.