Cyber ~ 5sos

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His eyes widen, and he takes a step back, speechless. I grab my phone and shove it back in my pocket, acting like nothing happened.

Isabella?' He says almost as a whisper. He grabs my hand and drags me into the guest bedroom before shutting the door, muffling away all the other sounds and blaring music.

He takes a few seconds to come to the realisation of whats happened, he bits the whole of his bottom lip, and his eyes dart around the whole room, avoiding only me as I stand there playing with my hands.

'You're her..' He says, more to himself than to me.

'No no, I'm not, I was just on her profile' I stutter frantically.

He doesn't reply, instead he pulls out his phone, the light illuminating his face and begins to type.

He then effortlessly locks his phone and holds it in his hand. I stand there for a second confused, but realise what's going on when my phone loudly buzzes in my back pocket.

His eyes widen even more and he takes a step back, colliding with the door behind him.

'I – I can explain' I stutter, my voice hardly even a whisper.

'You're Grey0mnivore' He states bluntly.

I look down at my scrunched up hands and then get the courage to look back up. I nod ever so slightly and I almost hear his heart plummet.

'You knew it was me the whole time' He whispers. 'And you never said anything to me?'

'You'd seen the picture, I felt embarrassed knowing you'd seen that  much of me' I say, my eyes sticking to the floor. I just couldn't face myself to look at him in the eyes without running away or crying.

He sighs and doesn't even reply, instead he moves forward and looks down at me. When I finally get scraps of courage to look up, his lips part slightly and a ghost of a smile appears on his face.

'Can I take a look?' He says, looking at the cut on my lip and the bruise on my wrist.

I nod subtly and he steps forward again, leaving us inches apart. His warm hand picks up the bottom left corner of my shirt, ever so slightly brushing against my cold, bruised skin. I flinch at first but relax when I realise who it is.

He takes hold of the other side and lifts both of them up simultaneously, slowly revealing the remains of my body.

 He takes a sharp intake of air and pulls the material over my head, leaving me in my bra, and shorts. I doubt he even cared about the fact I was stood half naked in front of him, because how could he be distracted by something like that when the surface of my body was completely wrecked.

He just stared me, like some sort of museum exhibition, but over time his body language changes and he grows more uncomfortable and angry.

It takes a few minutes for him to adjust to the sight but after a while he snaps back into it.

'I'm not letting you go back home' He says sternly, before pacing up and down the room. I take this as an opportunity to sling on top back on carefully.

'No way am I letting you walk back into the household if this is what you face daily'

'It's not daily' I say, hardly even audible.

'My god Isabella, you're not seriously sticking up for him are you?' He says stepping forward quickly, almost intimidating.

'His head isn't in the right place right now' I say, trying to defend myself, even though I shouldn't be... Look at me.