Isabella's POV
I felt dead inside the moment I realized it was all my fault. My words stinging my lips as they passed by them before floating in the air in front of me, shooting back at me like daggers. Lukas's eyes were like a blizzard piercing through my skin, lightning hitting every inch of me. His hand held tight onto the steering wheel, the blood on his busted knuckles glistening underneath the red light that engulfed us like fog.
"How could this be your fault?!" He said through his teeth, the muscles in his jaw tensed. The red cloud of light turned green and Lukas took of speeding away way over the permitted limit. "We need to go to the police and report the son of a bitch." He said looking at me, his expression still troubled.
"And say what?" I said blankly, no emotion straining my voice.
"I don't know...That he tried to fucking rape you!" He yelled, disbelief coating his voice and I couldn't blame him. Anyone else would have gone to the police, but not me. One, I had been there before, as a high schoolgirl telling them my story over and over again because they didn't even believe me at first. Until I went to the hospital for a rape kit. It was necessary but embarrassing at most... and what did it do? Absolutely nothing! Two days later I had to sit in class with him, my eyes fighting back tears every time he glanced my way, his eyes still filled with mischief while there was clear evidence against him laying around wasting in a laboratory. Two, the first thing they would do is call my parents and under no circumstance was I going to let that happen.
"No police." I said as I rolled down the window before sticking my head out, the wind blowing through my hair, blowing away Drew's scent.
"Bella... You have t-"
"No, Lukas I don't! No police!" I cut him off while turning my face to him, my tone sincere. The cool wind was making me shiver so I rolled the window back to its original position.
"Why are you so fucking stubborn! If you would have just listened to me! I told you to stay away from him. He's known for pulling this shit! Acting all nice at first but when you open up, he dives all the way in, literally! I tried to warn you. Why didn't you just fucking trust me!?" He kept yelling, guilt washing over me quickly. He was right and his words were a confirmation of what I kept telling myself...this is my fault...
"Because you acted like an asshole and you still are right now!" I yelled at him, tears welling up threatening to stream down my face for the first time I stepped in his car. "I know I should have listened; you don't need to rub it in!" I sobbed and his face turned towards me, his eyes filled with sadness and guilt as he saw my cheeks getting wet.
"Bella don't cry! I'm not angry with you..." He sighed while shaking his head. "This whole situation is just fucked up and I should have prevented it. I'm sorry!" He said, his tone filled with guilt as he put out his hand to grab mine. I pulled away before he could reach it, scared to being touched again. His hand fell from the air onto the gear stick, holding it firmly. "Don't cry." He whispered before swallowing down the guilt that was stuck at his throat. "If it's someone's fault, it's mine. If I wouldn't have been late none of this would have happened." He shrugged his shoulders as I let my head fall down against the window, my mind wandering off while I stared at the passing streetlights, tears still traveling down my face.
I blanked out, my thoughts trapped in a vicious circle of violent memories, until the point I heard Lukas's door slam shut behind him. Moments later he softly opened my door, my body almost falling out of the car before two arms scooped me up. I scrambled back onto my feet, but he wasn't letting me walk as both his arms swept me up, carrying me away from the car.

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RomanceCOMPLETED - When Isabella arrives at college, she's determined to keep her head in the books and go by unnoticed. Yet, life had other plans for her. When her new friend Mia drags her to her first ever College party and her path collides with Mia's...