Out of Control

Chapter 37

^^Isaac & Saylor^^

•Isaac's POV•

I see Saylor storm out of the room and I look at Emma. I stand up and walk out after her. She goes down into the basement and fills up her cup. "Saylor?"
"Sorry about that," she sighs.
"Who kissed you?" I ask filling up my cup
"It's nothing."
"It's obviously something that's bothering you." I take a sip of my drink as my head starts turning.
"It's just that, I kissed Braeden, and he's my ex. I'm just afraid I'm gonna have feelings for him again, and I can't. That's not an option. And it's not fair to you either. I'm sorry."
"Hey, stop blaming yourself, it's not your fault." I stroke her hair as she sips from her drink.
"I'm sorry." She hugs me and I press her head to my chest, since I'm quite a bit taller than her.
"Do you wanna go home?"
"No," she shakes her head, "I'll be fine."
"Okay."
She takes a drink from her cup and starts dancing with me.
She wraps her arms around my neck as her hips move with mine. "Do you know how gorgeous you look?"
"Shut up and kiss me," she slurs, pulling my lips to hers.
"Saylor you're drunk." I laugh.
"I am not, let's take this somewhere else." She takes my hands, swaying up the stairs.
I'm totally down for this.
She takes me upstairs and shuts the door, kissing me. My shirt comes off as the door opens.
I can't tell who, but someone grabs Saylor and pulls her away. I swing at the person and my hand makes contact with someone's skin, as my knuckles start burning.
Saylor screams as were pulled out into the light were I can see what's going on. Saylor has blood gushing out of her nose and her cheek is bruised, along with my knuckles. Ronan has a hold of Saylor and she's whimpering.
"Saylor," I stutter, "I'm so sorry, it was a total accident."
"I just wanna go home." She cries into Ronan's arm.
"It'd probably be better if I drove you, considering I only had one drink." Ronan grabs the keys and Emma follows us as we get into the truck and ride silently down the highway.
My hand stings as we arrive at Saylor's house.
"Saylor, I'm so sorry."
"Forget about it." She tries to smile, revealing a bruise on her face. "Just go home, you're tired, we all are."
I kiss her forehead and walk home.