It isn't your decision *D.M*

9. Virgin

Draco's POV
I vanish in the bathroom. My head feels like it's about to explode.

This is my fault, only my fault. I saw Flint leaving after her and I didn't do anything. All i did was being selfish.

I don't know what to do, I can't help her I just can't. I'm a coward.

I step in front of the sink completely forgetting about the promise I made to her.

I lean down and turn on the water I splash it to my face to get my mind clear again.

She needs something for her bruised lip and the blood which ran down her body.

Who knows what else he did to her.

I take a small towel and wet it with warm water. I squish out the surplus water in it.

Right when I want to walk out I hear a loud bang out of my dorm.

"Isabel! What?" She's laying on the floor next to the bed slightly smiling.
I kneel down beside her and she confuses me, why is she smiling and why is she on the floor.

"It's pathetic" she chuckles out, but not in a funny way more in disbelief.

"What are you talking about? What is pathetic?" I can't follow her.

"I'm pathetic, I really thought you like me. Thought you care about me. But actually why should you?" She pauses for a moment and thinks of more words to insult her self.

I want to help her get back to the bed "let-" she interrupts me but this time she raises her voice a bit.

"Look I'm useless. I can't even get up by myself. You are doing this just because you feel guilty and not for me!" I know that she isn't herself right now. She wouldn't talk that way. She is in shock or something, but is she right? Am I doing this because it's my fault?

She shouts more things to me, things that make my blood boiling. I can't tell if she's being serious or not. I have to leave.

I get up and pace to my door and shut it after I left. When I want to take the first step of the staircase, I can't. She's there alone at the cold floor, injured and vulnerable. Because,

Of me. It's my fault.

I get back and she's sitting now, her back leaned against my bed. When I step closer she hugs her knees and forms herself into a small package. Is she scared of me?

I'm still angry about the words she threw at me. I lift her up wordless, and lay her back to my bed. Her body is freezing. And I didn't check the time on how long she laid there almost naked on the floor.

I'm a monster. I should've helped her.

I cover her with my blanket and want to leave again. When I open the door I hear her voice way calmer than before.

"Stay, please" she's stuttering and I take U-turn she turned to her side to face me. I nod slightly and sit down on the sofa which is placed near my desk.

I watch her chest falling and rising steadily. She looks like an angel even tho she's still covered in a mix of dried blood and tears. Her eyes are closed and I'm pretty sure she's asleep. But what am I supposed to do when she wakes up.