Callum’s Point of View.
I sighed. I sat on the couch, holding my phone. I wanted to call Isabella. Her eyes were filled with hurt earlier, and she wouldn’t even let me touch her. I wanted to see her. I stopped hesitating and dialer her number. No pick up. I groaned, and Lauren walked in. “Callum, what is happening to us!” She shouted. “What do you mean?” I mumbled, calling Isabella again. “Ever since you found Isabella again, we spend no time together. I’m your girlfriend, not her!” She said, pouting. I frowned at her. “I’m sorry, Lauren. Isabella’s just going through a rough time now.” Now she frowned. There was an awkward silence. “Do you like her?” Lauren asked. I stared at her for a long time. What was I supposed to say? Yes? “I knew it! You do like her!” Lauren was now crying, and she ran back to our bedroom. “Lauren, come here,” I whispered, running after her. I pulled her onto my lap and we both fell asleep right there.
Isabella’s Point of View.
I woke up screaming in the middle of the night. It was another one of those nightmares. I sighed, looking at my phone. I had 5 missed calls and 8 text messages. I deleted all the calls and looked at the time. 5 AM. I sighed. I got up slowly, grabbing my jacket. I slipped it on quietly, putting my shoes on. Daisy looked up at me as I walked towards the door. “Shh,” I whispered, putting a finger up to my lips indicating for her to be quiet. I closed the door, walking out the house. I wasn’t going to take Becca’s car, so I began walking. The brisk New York air had my hair blowing. I sighed, making my way down the street. It would take me about 20 minutes to get home, but I wanted to make sure Chase was okay. I kept walking, passing some people. I yawned, rubbing my eyes. Before I knew it, I was home. I climbed my apartment steps, quickly opening it and running up the stairs instead of taking the elevator. I got to the last floor, unlocking my door and walking in. It was dark, but the TV was on. Chase was on the couch sleeping. I smiled to myself. I shook his arm. “Mm?” He mumbled with his eyes half open. “Come to bed. You look uncomfortable on the couch.” I whispered. He got up, mumbling to himself. I pulled him into the bedroom, pushing him back on the bed. “Mm, good night, Isabella.” He mumbled and yawned. I pushed his feet onto the bed and tucked the blankets over him. He gave me a small smile, and I gave him a peck on the lips. I took my jacket and shoes off, climbing into the bed in front of him. He turned around now, half of his body on mine. He wrapped his arm around my waist and put his leg over mine. He kissed my cheek, and I finally went back to sleep, holding Chase’s hand.
I awoke in the morning half awake. I showered quickly, throwing on a floral dress that went to my mid thigh and brushed my hair slowly, my naturally wavy hair now flowing past my chest. I clipped on jewelry and grabbed a pair of heels. I picked up my bags and was out the house.
I made it to school, being the last teacher in the building. I sighed, quickly jogging into the building. I ran down the hallway, making it into my room. “Thirty minutes,” I muttered, class would begin in thirty minutes. I turned around to see Callum looking at me from his classroom door. His mouth was wide opened, like he was going to say something. I stared at him for a few seconds, and he began to get up from his seat. I turned away, beginning to write the lesson for the day onto the white board. “Good morning, Miss Callahan,” I could hear a deep voice come from behind me. “Good morning, Edwards.” I whispered, reaching to write on the board. I frowned. Callum laughed, snatching the marker and the paper away from me, writing the rest of the stuff on the board. “Thanks,” I mumbled, sitting on one of the desks. “About the other day,” Callum began. “I don’t want to talk about it.” I said sternly, looking down. “I’m going to question you, anyway.” He replied just as sternly. “How long has he been doing it?” Callum quickly asked. I hesitated. “For three years, after his father died. His dad used to hit him as a kid. Look, it’s no big deal.” I quickly said. Callum walked over to my, raising a hand. “Don’t hit me, please!” I screamed, shielding my face. I waited for the blow to my face—it didn’t come. I lowered my hands slowly, and looked at Callum. He was staring at me wide eyed. “You thought I would hit you.” He said simply. I looked down, jumping off the table. Callum grabbed me and suffocated me with a hug. I couldn’t help the tears slowly falling from my eyes. He finally let go of me. “Why didn’t you put makeup on your cheek? What will the teachers say?” He said, panicking. “The principal only knows. I told him not to tell anyone.” Callum rolled his eyes. “So, it’s a secret between you two?” I nodded. “He hasn’t told anyone, nobody else knows. I knew him back in high school; he was someone I could trust.” I bit my lip. I knew that sounded stupid. Callum was fuming. “Yeah, guess what? It’s not high school anymore. He could tell someone, and Chase could go to jail for beating up a woman, it’s where he deserves to be!” He shouted. I got up from the table, slamming the door. I didn’t want anyone to hear. “You’re not going to tell the police. You’re not going to tell anyone!” I screamed, getting in his face. “The hell if I won’t! I’ll go right now!” He looked at me with rage. He walked quickly to the door. “Why are you doing this!?” I screamed, grabbing his arm. He looked at me with a soft smile. “Because I care about you, Isabella. I’m not going to sit around while your boyfriend will probably hit you again!” He said, pushing my arm gently. “If you cared, you’d just leave the situation alone! You’re blowing it all out of proportion. He hit me, it’s over!” I yelled, blocking the door with my body. Callum thought for a while. “Move.” He said sternly. “No.” I said simply, keeping my back pressed against the door, my hand on the knob. “So help me God, Isabella, I will move you myself.” He said through clenched teeth. “No.” I repeated digging into my pocket as Callum let out a frustrated sigh, looking up at the ceiling. I found the key, locking my room’s door. I put the key back in my pocket. “Please.” He whispered. “Okay.” I said, moving away from the door. He looked at me confused, but reached for the knob, the door wasn’t opening. I stood there, rocking back and forth on my heels, holding in a smile. “What the hell did you do?” He sent daggers toward me. “Nothing.” I said, lifting my hands up, looking innocent. “Where’s the key?” He asked. “I don’t have a key.” I said simply. “How don’t you have a key?” He asked, trying not to shout at me. I could tell he was trying way too hard. I shrugged, giving him a bashful grin. “I hate you.” He said with venom. I frowned. He looked up at me now, just realizing what he said. “Isabella—“ I rolled my eyes. “Well, in that case, I hate you too.” I spat with as much venom as he did. I walked over to the door, taking out the key and unlocking it. “Go.” I whispered, running a hand through my hair. “I didn’t mean it.” He said, coming closer to me. “Don’t, please.” I muttered, pushing my hands against his chest. “I didn’t mean it.” He said huskily and possessively. His hands rested on the nape of my back, and he pushed me against his body more, and I tried to escape. “Stop, please.” I whispered, looking down. Callum’s lips quickly found mine, and I could feel someone’s eyes on me. I pushed Callum away, but he wouldn’t budge. “Stop,” I mumbled against his lips, giving him another push. He tumbled away from me, looking dazed. “You can’t keep doing that.” I hissed.
