October 9, Friday

I pushed everything off my desk. All of it falling to the floor and the breakable things making a beautiful sound against the hard wood floor. I threw my desk chair against the wall making it break into 3 pieces. Next was my large desk that I flipped over as easy as tearing apart paper.

I was pissed, no, I was in raged. Every moment of the day my wolf was clawing at me through the inside out. He was pissed at me. I was pissed at myself. I felt my body crumble every time I thought of Isabella.

I knew at the time it was the right thing to do. But now, I regret every decision I made. All I want is for her to be back in my arms and in my bed. But that can never happen again. I have to stay away from her. No mater how bad it hurts.

She could have died the night the rogues were here. Luckily I was up and already coming down the stairs by the time she spoke my name.

She's way to fragile and innocent for me. Bella could never live in my world. And I have to remind myself of that.

A knock at my door stops me from breaking my lamp in half. I grip the closest thing near me trying to calm myself down.

"What?" I yell to the person on the other side of the door. The door swings open slowly to reveal the devil.

Cara.

"Is this a bad time to yell at you?" Cara asks walking slowly into my recked office room. I keep my eyes trained on her feeling my anger starting to form again.

"Why are you here?" I ask. She flinches barely at my harsh tone but let's it go. I did not want her here.

"I visited Isabella." Cara says making my heart stop. Why did she visit her? Was she ok? Was she happy? I licked my lips feeling them dry up.

"She told me you told her about us. When did that happen?" Cara picks up my flipped over desk and sits on it. My chair was beyond being fixed to sit in.

"Couple weeks ago." I say with a sigh. I knew she was trying to hold her tears in that day.

"She's not herself. Her apartment is a mess, she's a mess. If I hadn't stopped and seen her, I'm pretty sure Isabella would have went insane." Cara says giving me judgmental eyes. Last thing I want is a lesson from Cara.

"What did she say? Is she ok?" I say.

"Well, her heart was beating incredibly fast the entire time we talked about you. It looked as she had been crying for weeks and she told me that she was the problem." Cara finally stands up off my desk. As she's walking to the door I stop her.

"Why does she think it's her fault?" That's the last thing I wanted her to think. All I wanted to do was protect her.

"I don't know, you kicked her out and didn't say why right after telling her about us. That's a really weird thing to do. And Grayson, if you did that to protect her, your more stupid than I thought. Your mother raised you better." Cara says walking out of the room.

Out of rage, I punch the wall leaving a hole. FUCK! I hate Cara and I fucking hate myself. I need to explain myself to her. I need her back. I'm afraid if she doesn't take me back, I'll die. The moon goddess will let me die.

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As I arrive to her apartment I feel my chest start to hurt. I was scared. I was scared she wouldn't take me back.

I take the elevator up to her floor. I don't know why I was so nervous. I shouldn't be. Just I'll tell her that I'm sorry and if she can't take me back, that's her decision and I'll respect it. It is my fault after all.

When I reach her floor I check my phone for her apartment number. Cara sent it to me without me even asking. She knew I would go.

I walk to her door and knock on it. After about 10 seconds she unlocks the door. "I told you not right now..." Isabella says but then stops speaking. She was wearing a tight t shirt and spandex shorts with her long socks making me go crazy. Although what the hell was she talking about?

As I took a step forward she took one back. "What's that smell?" I say walking past her forgetting my entire plan. I smelled something. I smelled a man.

"Who the fuck was in here?"

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