I didn't speak for the rest of our way home and neither did he apart from the occasional painful grunt when the car hit a bump in the road. We arrived at his apartment as I tried to support his weight as much as I could, his arm seeking support on my shoulder, close and caring, yet completely in silence.

I didn't feel like speaking, I was angry at his tone towards me earlier and also that he wouldn't let me take him to a freaking hospital. This is stupid and beyond reckless! Thank god Mia wasn't home or else she would have had a heart attack at the sight of her brother. On the other hand, where is she...??

After kicking off my shoes next to his bedroom door, I put Lukas down on the edge of his bed, his agonizing growls sounding through the room. I stood in front of him as he tried to take his jacket off while I stared at him with my arms crossed in front of my chest. Yes of course it hurt me that he was in this shape, but I didn't understand his stubbornness and the way he snapped at me for no reason was still stuck in my head.

The grunts escaping from the back of his throat broke my heart piece by piece, but his cockiness was making sure he held back, not wanting to show how hurt he actually was. I could see trough it as he frowned every muscle in his face when the sleeves of his jacket rolled off his arms. He looked up, letting the jacket fall on the mattress. I just stared at him; my arms still crossed.

His expression changed, finally seeing my mood had changed and something was bothering me. "What?" He said softly, his eyes almost begging me while I continued to search his face through the blood on it for any type of regret.

"Nothing Lukas." I shrugged my shoulders, my tone almost emotionless but still I could feel the lump in my throat making me anxious.

Lukas reached for the side of my hip, letting his hand fell next to him when I took a step back, denying him my touch. "Isabella..." He said, hurt by my distant behavior, frowning his brows with disbelief. "Come here..." He pleaded, his fingers hooking at the hem of my leggings, pulling me closer to him. I stepped forward; a little bit reluctant to give in to his ways. I kept my arms crossed and looked away, letting him know, even though I was torturing myself, that he couldn't just yell and snap at me like that. I tried to step back, but he held on to my hips, keeping them stationary like a statue.

I shook my head, as he pulled me even closer, his arms wrapping around me as he rested his forehead against my stomach. "What's wrong?" He whispered, lifting up my sweater to kiss my sensitive skin just above my waistband. What do you mean what's wrong...? You are covered in blood and don't want to go to a hospital. I just can't...I was so frustrated, having an internal conversation that couldn't even find the words to answer him. He looked up, resting his chin on my stomach. "Isabella, just say it. It's not like tonight can get any worse..." He said, pouting his lip in a playful way but I wasn't in the mood for that. Was I being too hard on him, probably but I just didn't feel like this was fair, that he could do anything to protect me but, too proud to let me?

I looked down at him, having a difficult time to just say what was on my mind. I took a deep breath trying to figure out how to say it best. "You should be in a hospital right now, you dumbass!" Okay not the best way of saying it best, I admit. "You are so freaking selfish and always think your way is best! And you did not have to snap at me like that!" I raised my voice, pulling away from his arms to take a step back, a healthy distance before my inheritance took over and I would hurt him myself. He looked lost when I stepped out of his arms, his hands empty and his eyes nervous. "I love you Lukas, I do!" I raised my voice again, his mouth parting as a response, eager to say something as the expression on his face turned to pure sadness. "I love you but if you think you're the only person in this relationship, always doing it your way, always thinking that that's best, then there is no us!" I ended up yelling, tears rolling down my cheeks one time to many this evening as I expressed my doubts.

Lukas wanted to stand up but ended up sitting back down when his knee hurt to much. He nervously put a hand through his dark and messy hair whiteout breaking eye contact. "So, what are you saying!?" He yelled, shaking his head, his voice almost cracking. "That we should break up because I care to much! Because I would do anything to fucking keep you from getting hurt!" He yelled, throwing his hands in the air in front of him.

"You say that you care, but you don't. Really. Care!" I yelled, the words struggling to come out of my mouth. "If you cared you would go to a hospital, for me! You would know that if anything happened to you because I gave in to your ways and took you home instead of taking you to a doctor, I would never forgive myself for it." I managed to push past my sobs.

He shook his head, his face turning more desperate by each word that left my mouth. "And I would never forgive myself if your parents were to find you! Don't you see I care about you more than anything?" He yelled, trying to stand up and he managed to take a step towards me. "I care more about you than I care about myself!" He raised his voice, begging me as his hands searched for my face. I pulled back yet again, avoiding his touch, torturing us both. He rubbed his face, frustration tingling at his fingers. His grey eyes met mine, they were dark and glassy. "Alright then, if you can't or won't see how much I fucking love you then you're right, then there is no point in being together!" He yelled at me, leaving me speechless. Even though I said it myself, that wasn't really what I wanted to hear, and the sound of my breaking heart rang through my ears.

We just stood there, staring at each other both out of breath from yelling. Both of us had said things we didn't mean but said anyway and that Must have meant something, no? I wiped away the tears, staining my face and I could see his lip tremble. I had to swallow down another sob, preventing him from hearing how much that last slip of the tongue actually hurt me. I was beating myself up for saying it first, practically pushing him to say it too.

I shook my head, my stomach tossing and turning, making me sick. The silence between us was killing me more that the words he used to hurt me. The way he stared at me absolutely crushed me, as his eyes held so much love but confusion at the same time. Say something, speak, tell him you didn't mean it, because you didn't, you're hurt and upset, you're not in your right mind right now.I tried to convince myself, but I couldn't think of anything to say.

Lukas looked down at his hardwood floor as he returned to the edge of his bed, his head between his hands. Drew has managed to come between us once more with the power he claimed and the power we gave him by reacting this way. How stupid could I be... Lukas looked up when I took the metal stool next to his desk and walked to the bathroom with it.

"What are you doing?" He said, his mouth parted after he spoke, surprised I hadn't left yet.

"Since your stubborn ass doesn't want to go to a freaking hospital the least I can do is put you under a shower to get you cleaned up." I said giving him half a smile, the rest of my smile regretting what I had sad. "And this?" I said holding up the stool. "Is because you can't stand up for longer than a few minutes..." I shook my head, knowing they could have taken better care of him in the right facilities.

He looked at me, confusion gleaming from his eyes. "Bell-"

"No arguing Lukas!" I raised my voice at him one last time and he stood up, limping towards the bathroom.

He stood in front of me, leaning on the sink to relief his knee. My eyes beamed at him, looking at his shirt, asking him to take it off without saying a word. He leaned his hip against the sink so his hands could grab the edges of his T-shirt, carefully pulling it over his head. He grunted as it clearly hurt him to do so... and with his shirt gone the bruising was fully visible. The damage Drew did to him, to us for that fact because we had just said the worst thing to each other, both of us confused on how to feel about it, giving Drew all the power. Power he doesn't deserve...

I had to swallow when I saw the shade of his ribs and chest. It's a miracle he can still breathe.Both of us couldn't say a single word even though we both looked like each other with a million questions on our mind, one question flying ahead of the others: Did we just break up?

He was staring at my lips, wanting the words to flow out of them when they couldn't. His hand wanted to reach for me, but he quickly pulled his fingers back into his palms, retracting his hand to bring it to his jeans, unbuttoning it and letting it slide down his legs, never loosing eye contact, his eyes sad and begging. This silence was worse than fighting, saying more than all of our words combined.

Lukas eyed me up with a sad expression on his face before turning around to take his boxers off. The fact that he turned around speaking volume. He doesn't want me anymore. I swallowed away that thought, swallowing past a thick lump. I turned to the shower, having the water run for him while he watched me in the mirror.

When I turned back around Lukas stood in front of me, gently brushing my shoulder with his as he walked past me and sat down on the stool, the water running over his back. He looked so broken, so hurt, his shoulders hanging low. His eyes were moist as he looked at me, sad and grey. He caught me staring at his expression, closing his eyes to keep me from seeing the hurt in his eyes and he sighed, that sound going through me like a butchering knife.

I couldn't take this any longer, this was hurting me too much, I just couldn't. I turned around, my bottom lip trembling. Halfway out of the shower, I felt and eager hand lace around my wrist pulling me back to where I was, and I met his grey eyes again.

Lukas swallowed before parting his lips, his thumb caressing the inside of my wrist, that part where I could see my veins. He shook his head while taking a deep breath. "Please, stay." He whispered with a cracking voice while pulling me closer to him, making me stand between his legs. The warm water from the shower was seeping through my toes, engulfing my bare feet.

I closed my eyes, too ashamed, too scared to look at him while I took a deep breath, inhaling the smell of shampoo that lingered in the shower. His other hand joined his hand around my wrist, only to guide it into his hair while he let his forehead rest against my ribs. I felt his soft and messy hair as I pushed my hand through it, like silk sliding through my fingers.

His hands found their way to the back of my thighs, pushing them up over my leggings to the curve in my back, gently pulling me even closer to him. After placing a soft kiss on my rib, he looked up while his hands pushed underneath my button up T-shirt. The way he looked at me made me forget everything we both blamed each other for while the one to blame was our mutual assaulter.

Lukas hooked his fingers behind each side of my flared leggings, soft and slowly pushing them over my hips until they fell onto the wet floor at my feet, kicking them back a bit. He filled a handful of my shirt as one of his arms swung around my waist pinning me between his legs. My hands couldn't wait anymore, grabbing my T-shirt and pulling it over my head, leaving my chest completely exposed to him as I wasn't wearing a bra. He eyed me up, a sweet combination of longing and sadness in his eyes, his fingers pushing my underwear down my legs as if it was for the first time, devouring every inched of my thighs.

I looked down meeting his eyes, tears stinging at the corners of his eyes. Is he about to cry? Oh baby... "I'm sorry..." He said, his lips trembling as they touched his thoughts. "I'm so sorry Bells." He sobbed, grabbing me in his arms like he was never letting go, hiding his face against my stomach. "I didn't mean a word!" He sobbed again, his chest moving up and down, his ribs probably hurting like her, but not as much as this was tearing his heart, the heartache sensible in everything he did, audible in every word he hardly could pronounce between his cries. "Don't leave me, please! Please! Without you I just exist without truly living." He begged, his voice echoing through the bathroom. How could I not love this man...

I grabbed either side of his face pushing his face up but being mindful about the cut, revealing his tearstained cheeks. I caressed the side of his face with my thumb, my heart breaking at the sight of his devastated expression, like he had lost me completely. If anything, this made me realize how much a wanted to be with him no matter what. I leaned in, putting my lips against his, tasting his salty tears. "I didn't mean it either. I just don't want something bad to happen to you, it would kill me. Lukas, I love you so much. This just really scared the hell out of me!" I whispered against his lips, a tear flowing from my cheek to his.

"I know." Lukas sighed, a lump in his throat. "I promise to go get checked out first thing in the morning." He rushed; his hands still firmly wrapped around me. "I promise." He said while pulling back just enough to look me straight in the eye.

"Lukas, it's about tonight I'm worried most." I shook my head, sighing.

"Tomorrow I'll go get checked out. I will be fine, I'm just a bit, well much, bruised." He chuckled against my lips, followed by a grunt as it hurt him to laugh.

"This isn't funny Luke." I pouted at him, urging him to go get checked out tonight.

"Baby, please, I don't want to fight." He said, kissing my lips softly, letting them linger, taking in every sensation as if it was the most special kiss he had ever gotten. "Right now I just want to be with you, just us." He whispered, his bloodshot eyes staring at me as his nose brushed against mine.

"Fine, but I'm coming with you tomorrow to make sure you actually see a doctor." I giggled, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulled him against my chest, Lukas rewarding me with a kiss between my breasts.

He sat back on the chair, pulling me with him as the water fell on his head, wetting his hair and my chest, wiping away the blood on his face. His hands caressed my back while I took a washing cloth from the rack to help him get cleaned. His hair hung over his forehead until I pushed it to the side, leaning in to kiss his lips, not hesitating to suck his bottom lip inside my mouth. "Mm." Lukas hissed as I had forgotten about the cut on his lip.

"Shit, I'm sorry." I said, pulling back, his face contradicting every move I made. He didn't want me to pull away as he regreted not biting through the pain to enjoy that kiss. I had a better idea as I moved my nose over his cheek, leaning further down to his ear, taking his earlobe between my teeth sucking at it until another mmh rolled from his tongue, this time meaning something different. I pulled back slightly, water streaming over my face. "All mine." I hummed in his ear making him turn his head to find my lips despite his being injured.

Along with his tongue dancing with mine, his hands quickly became more eager, forgetting about his injuries and bruises as his hands cupped my butt. "All yours." He moaned against my lips, his hands really working their way on my butt cheeks.

I grabbed his wrists, holding them still. "Only after you get clearance from the doctor tomorrow. That's my one condition." I smiled at him with mischief and a hint of seriousness. Pretty smart as I know for sure he'll go now.

He shook his head with a full grin on his face. "Fine, misses I want my boyfriend to suffer even more." He laughed, coughing as he did so.

"That, you did all to yourself by mocking me." I laughed at his frowned face when his ribs burned after laughing at me.

"Ha. Ha. Very cute, Snowflake." He grinned, pulling me against him as my hands continued to clean the bloody mess on his face and the back of his head and neck.

"Oh, come on... admit you love it." I shook my head.

"What? Blue balls? Not really." He coughed again, immediately regretting making both of us laugh.

"No, you idiot! This...Us..." I said wavering my hands between us.

He tilted his head to the side, with an adorable smirk on his face. "How could I not?" he shrugged his shoulders before pulling me down to have our lips collide. The most divine collision I could ever survive.