My heartbeat was racing because for one I had no idea what was going on but there was something terrifying in Lukas's tone on the phone. Two, I was driving a freaking car, his car, his pride and I was so scared to make a scratch on it I had my hands clenched around the steering wheel and my entire body was tense.

While driving I replayed our short conversation in my head, over and over, trying to make sense of it. As soon as I heard his voice, I had a bad feeling about this, he was trying to reassure me but my guts told me something had happened and I felt a sense of panic bubbling at my throat. My eyes were nervously searching the parking lot until the headlights flashed on the building itself and I spotted Lukas.

"Oh God!" I shrieked when I got a glimpse of him. He was sitting with his back against the wall, his face dark red and dirty with blood. "No, no, no." I cried. One of his arms was wrapped around his waist and the other one just lifelessly hung beside him. He titled his head up when the headlights hit him, lighting him up and engulfing him in bright white, relief washing over his face. "Dammit!" I yelled while trying to pull the key out of the ignition, my hands shaking to badly to get a hold of it. I put the car in idle, just letting it turn so I didn't have to bother about the key. My one and only goal was to get to Lukas as fast as I could.

I almost fell while getting out of the car, my legs feeling like overcooked noodles as panic took over every part of my being. I ran over to him and when I reached him I fell down on my knees besides him my hands grabbing his face, his head hanging powerless between my hands like the life had been sucked out of him.

"You're here." His voice sounded so fade his words were almost inaudible, a lot softer that the sound of my heart breaking.

"What happened?" I said while my eyes were searching him. The cut on his cheek wasn't deep and the bleeding had stopped but the one on his lips was still wet. My shaking hands grabbed the edges of his jacket, opening it to expose his bloody T-shirt. My Heart pounding out of my chest with fear. I shook my head in disbelief, searching his body for more injuries.

I reached for the hem of his T-shirt to lift it up, to see if he was bleeding under there. He didn't give me a chance to pull it up as his hand grabbed my wrist faintly but as tightly as he could considering the state he was in. "Don't!" He said, the power in his voice faint but there. I looked up at his grey eyes, one already swelling around his cheek.

"Lukas, let me see!" I shrieked, panic washing over me by the second. He didn't have enough strength to keep me from seeing anyway, his face angry at me for pushing but somewhere also ashamed. My chest felt tight, as if I couldn't breathe when I saw the bruising on his ribs, already dark and very visible. I swallowed, taking the sight in, trying to keep it together but the fear of losing him filled my head, heart and lungs.

I let go of his shirt, my hands searching for the back of his head to pull him closer to me. I pulled him into a hug as if I was never going to let go of him, his arm wrapping around my waist when I snuggled my face in his neck. I tried to hold back the tears that were stinging at the corners of my eyes, but I couldn't, a sob escaping from my throat.

As soon as I couldn't keep the sobs to myself any longer Lukas pushed me back softly, his eyes widening when he saw my wet cheeks. "Bella don't cry. Please." He begged, his voice cracking at the sight of me. He brushed his nose against the bridge of mine before resting his forehead against my cheek. "Please don't cry." He begged again, the sadness in his voice overtaking my senses. "Let's go home." He whispered with a barely there voice, crushing me to hear him so weak.

I pulled my face back from his, staring him straight in the eyes, his eyes wet with emotion. "Can you stand?" I said, trying to bite through my sobs.

"I think so." He whispered and I didn't hesitate to stand up, to grab his hands to pull him up. A grunt escaped when I pulled at his arms and I could imagine his ribs being on fire. His arm searched for the wall to give him support while I ducked underneath it, putting his weight on my shoulders. He carefully took a step towards the car and I could see there was something up with his knee as he hissed and it couldn't keep up, limping slightly. When I looked up I saw him biting his lip, his face exposing the amount of pain he was in.

"Are you okay?" I whispered, facing up to meet his eyes.

He didn't answer me, ignoring the question of which the answers was going to kill me because he wasn't okay, he was far from okay. It was a struggle to get him to the car but once we both were seated; I felt a little bit safer. I took off with Lukas next to me, his eyes focused om my hands and he swallowed when I caught his stare. He sagged away in the seat like a sack of potatoes, completely broken and weak. I looked back at my hands and noticed that my palms were coated with a thin layer of blood. I pulled one of them of the steering wheel, looking at my palm wondering where else he was hurt.

"He hit me in the back of my head." Lukas whispered, his eyes still on my palms, swallowing once more.

"Who did Lukas!?" I shrieked, the sight of him being struck in the head flashing before me between the windshield and the road. "You still haven't answered me." I said, looking at him with a pleading expression, somewhere angry at him for keeping it from me. He frowned his eyebrows, looking down at his lap and then back up to me with hooded eyes. "Lukas, who?" I urged him to tell me, my tone serious.

Before answering he briefly stared at me, his eyes searching the right words as if they were floating through the car "Drew and his buddies." His bit through his lips and the name of his assaulter tore through me. Drew did! This was because of me? I did this to him, I can't believe he got hurt because of me. I... He... When is this going to stop! I thought while I felt my eyes turning cloudy with tears. I looked straight ahead, trying my best to keep my tears under control but it was already too late for that. They were streaming down my cheeks like a wild river, reliving my own assault all over again and imagining Lukas's fresh torment. This needs to stop, I almost got him killed.

"Baby, stop crying." Lukas said, his hand on my shoulder pulling me out of my stream of thoughts. I shook my head while I sobbed, completely taken over by heartbreak. "Bells." His voice was about to turn into a sob too as his thumb caressed my shoulder in an attempt to comfort me. But all his attempts were to no avail as the sobs kept coming, making it hard to breathe. "Isabella, pull over, you can't drive like this." Lukas raised his voice, making me find the next best spot to pull over.

I killed the engine before putting my head between my hands on the steering wheel, tears falling down on my leggings. Lukas's hands stoked my back up and down slowly as he told me to breathe. Even when he was in complete agony, he could still find the strength to love me, to care for me but he was in this mess because of me, because I wasn't careful enough with trusting Drew. "How can you still love me when I'm the reason you're hurt." I asked him the question which was the reasons of my sobs.

"What?" He said, confusion lacing through his voice. I looked up, staring at him, waiting for him to answer me, but he looked at me like the question didn't make sense. He shook his head. "Of course, I still love you. Why would you think I could ever stop loving you, Bells...baby?" He almost begged, to convince me.

"Because I'm the reason Drew did this to you. I got you hurt." I sobbed, tears still staining my cheeks and my eyes started to burn with sadness. My chest tightened as if this was the end of us, the feeling of losing him tearing my heart in two.

"I'm in this mess because I hit him in the face with a tray. That was my own stupid decision, not yours." He tried to reason, grabbing my hand, his eyes soft but hurt, disappointed by my words.

"But you did that to protect me... So, this is my fault Lukas." I yelped, his hand reaching my face to cup my cheek, his thumb softly wiping away the tears.

"I would do it all over again." He whispered, while I looked down, I couldn't face him, knowing that every injury was indirectly my doing, guilt consuming me. "Look at me Bells." He said lifting my chin up to meet his glassy eyes. "You mean everything to me, and I wouldn't survive if I lost you so stop insinuation that this is your fault. You want me to resent you for this but that's asking for the impossible. I won't leave you because of this, I will never leave you." He said, tears stinging at the corners of his eyes while his words find the way to my heart, clearing out the sadness and replacing it with love.

"Promise me." I whispered faintly, before his thumb caressed my bottom lip.

"Baby, I promise." He said, leaning in through a painful grunt to kiss me softly, the kiss only lasting a few seconds but enough to pull through and start the engine again, without my vision clouded with tears.

I looked at him clearly, observing the cuts on his face and his one arm was still wrapped around his waist, protecting his ribs. I shook my head, anger filling my stomach as I wanted to strangle Drew for what he did to Lukas. "I'm taking you to a hospital." I said while driving away from the spot I pulled over.

He shook his head, his face in pain with every move. "No, no hospitals!" His voice filled the car, making his point but his point was beyond stupid.

"You're seriously hurt! What if there's internal bleeding or you have a concussion? Have you looked at yourself!" I raised my voice at his statement. I have endured many beatings, some just as worse and I wished I had the courage to go to a hospital back then, because some things don't heal by putting on a first aid kit band aide. I thought while looking at a scar at the side of my wrist, cause by stopping a vase to be thrown at my face. No hospitals, no hospitals, Drew almost beat him to death, and he doesn't want to go to a hospital... "I'm taking you to a hospital Lukas." I said, looking at him with a serious yet worried expression on my face.

He shook his head again, scoffing at my persistence. "That's a risk I'm willing to take Bells, if it means you'll be safe. If you take me to a hospital, I have to explain what happened, they will call the police and you'll have to explain why Drew was coming for me. Which means you will have to testify against him, chances are your parents will get informed and I don't want them to find you. So, no... We are going home!" He said using his last bits and pieces of strength to make his words sound louder than his body could take at the moment.

"But Lukas that's just ridiculous! Do you even hear the stupidity of your own ideas?! You're risking your own health for me. I don't want that! I couldn't stand myself if anything happened to you because of me." I let my voice echo through the car loud and clear but Lukas looked at me with widened eyes, surprised but angry.

"Same here! So, no Bells, no hospitals and now stop arguing about it!!" He yelled, his tone scaring me and making me swallow any other words that were waiting at the tip of my tongue, too shocked to even look at him. I just stared ahead, watching the road while worrying about him, but at the same time I was mad at him for snapping at me like that. I'm just trying to protect him. What's wrong with that?! If he doesn't let me care for him, protect him like he protects and cares for me, then what's the point of this, of us...

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❤️ Hi Loves here we are again, I'm going to write the next one shortly because even I am curious to find out what happens between these two.

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