My Little Dove

Chapter 17: Salvatore's

*TRIGGER WARNING FOR THIS ENTIRE CHAPTER*

Isaac's pov:

Finally leaving my car, I burst through the front doors, desperate to hear the sound of her voice.

I was praying that as I walked in, i'd see her, knife in hand and him, on the floor, bleeding out. I knew it was unlikely, but no matter how many times I tried to prepare myself for this situation, I never could.

Yet, for the many months she's been suffering for, I kept my notifications on loud and my phone clutched to my body like a limb, whether awake or asleep, it was attached to me so in the case that she needed me, I could always be there for her. Morning, noon, or night, I would be there for her. From dusk till dawn, she was my only thought. She is my only thought.

The thought of her suffering was like a million knives impaling my heart. I couldn't see her in pain and not be able to take it away. I would die a thousand times over to remove something as little as a headache, never mind the physical and mental torture he causes her.

She has been my everything, from the very moment I laid my eyes on her. From the first time she smiled at me or the first time she hit my arm softly while laughing or the first time I watched my phone light up with a notification from her. I loved everything she had ever done. No matter how simple, I adored it.

I adore the way she brushes her hair out of her face, the way she finds it impossible to stop smiling when she gets complimented, the way she stands and talks and walks. I love the way she calls me stupid names and corrects me when i'm wrong. I love it so much that I purposefully mispronounce my words, or I nudge into her shoulder when she's walking by me, just so I can hear her calling me idiotic. I admire every little thing about her.

I love the way she jumps on the spot when she's excited or how she flutters her perfect eyelashes. I love the way she plays with her hands when she's embarrassed and the way she instantly finds me when she's scared and how there's this magnetism between us that I feel for nobody else.

I love that she's so shamelessly her and the way she refuses to change for anyone.

I've loved her since the very first day I saw her, and I fall harder for her every passing day.

I didn't care how long it would take, but I knew I would never quit until I was in her life.

Even as her best friend. Whether that meant I had to sit there watching her cry over other boys when all I wanted to say was that I would give her everything she wanted. But I never would say that, I couldn't risk losing her. Ever.

Nobody really understands that side of love.

The truth of endlessly loving someone is being there and refusing to leave even when it's killing you inside. It's standing on the side lines to cheer them on when they don't want you by their side. It's the countless, sleepless nights you sit watching the ceiling and craving nothing but them. No other thought but them. It's giving them your all even when you have nothing to give.

When you truly love someone, you never quit on them. No matter how much you suffer.

The thought of what he's doing to her makes me sick to my core. All my memories with her, all my love for her, it rushes through me and the thought of her being gone.. My yn being gone. Makes my heart ache so deeply.

I practically sprint into the living room. No sign of her. The dining room. Nothing. The kitchen. Not yn. Not him. It's just a pool of blood.

Shit.