The Lock To His Key

68. Heartbroken 💔

(Isabella's Pov)
The next morning
Sitting up, I saw Mattheo, and Astoria in the other bed. Then it all came flooding back, and my stomach dropped.

I dug my face into my knees and lost it.

I heard footsteps, and felt the bed sink.
Astoria and Mattheo were on either side of me.

Mattheo wrapped his arms around me, and Astoria wiped my eyes.

"I can't go back to my dorm, I'm gonna need my clothes, and stuff."

"We figured." Said Mattheo pointing.
All my stuff was sitting in the corner.

"Was Draco in the dorm?" I asked.
"No." Said Astoria.

Draco didn't stay the night.

"You hungry?" Asked Mattheo.
"Y-yeah." I sobbed.

"I'll get someone to bring food." Said Mattheo picking up his phone.

Minutes later Enzo beought a tray of food.

"How you doing?" He asked rubbing my cheek.
"Not good." I bawled.

"Shhhh." Said Mattheo rubbing my back.
"I can't stop, it's so hard."
"I know." He said.

"Enzo I'm sorry do you mind leaving us, and making sure no one else comes in." I said.

"Yeah, I completely understand. If you need anything I'm here." He said.

I nodded, and he kissed my cheek.
"You're gonna get better." Enzo said before walking out.

(Jackson's Pov)
I couldn't stand seeing Isabella so hurt.

I knew I had a thing for her but I didn't realize how deeply I cared, until I got this crushing feeling.

I know I hurt her back when we were dating, but I never actually saw the way she dealt with it. So this is killing me.

None of us know where Draco went. He seemed to vanish, and it made sense why.

Seeing Isabella crumble like that was a gut punch. I've never seen someone so hysterical.

I wish she somehow chose me over Draco.
Not that I put myself as an option, but I don't know. If she chose me I never would've done this. I would have no reason to do it, because there's no one else on this earth I want.

(Draco's Pov)
I went home, and lied in bed.
Father thinks I'm sick, mother knows the truth.

Her look of disappointment hurt, but nowhere near as hurtful as the look Isabella had.

My mother came up with some food.
"How could you bring me food? How could you even look at me?" I asked.

"Because you're my son, and you have to eat."

"I can't eat, or drink, or even breathe sometimes." I said.

My throat itched, and my eyes stung.

"And who's fault is that?" She asked.
This was the first time in my life my mom wasn't on my side.

She always finds ways to rationalize it.
Not this time.

She sighed, and left the room.
I moved my food around with my fork, and
put it down.

It's been a day since I've fucked myself over, and I'm already losing it.

Every second I'm thinking about Isabella.
I can't imagine how she feels.

Hermione hasn't been on my mind once. I don't know what got into me yesterday.

(Mattheo's Pov)
Astoria was out to run a few errands, so Isabella and I were alone.