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Nineteen: It's all my fault!

Isabella's POV

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.