Isabel's POV:
It was the day of my 1-year anniversary with Max, and I was not excited for a long night of feeling like crap but I knew I had to go. He said dress nice and I had no idea why, it's not like he was going to take me to a fancy restaurant or the year we dated wasn't a complete waste of my life.
I curled my hair and put on a green one-strap ruffle dress with simple black heels and simple makeup. I sat on the big couch and waited for 45 minutes. Why did I stay with somebody like this? Why did I have to be so scared? I called him and I got voice mail. I waited another hour and I gave up and stomped up the stairs to my room, and lay in bed trying not to just break. I called all my friends but they were on their dates. I decided I could go to Liam's hotel.
I was hysterical and crying hard in the car ride over, I was letting out emotions that I never let myself let out. I was in the parking lot of the hotel as I composed myself the best I could after I've been crying hard.
When I called Liam he sounded surprised.
"What? Why are you calling me?" he asked in his sweet voice.
"Well, it's a long story. I'm outside your door right now. Can you let me in?"
He instantly opened the door.
"Why are you so dressed up, and why are your eyes red. No please don't tell me you've been crying!"
"Well..." I explained everything to him.
"Oh, no. He doesn't deserve you! You are a beautiful intelligent girl you deserve better!" he said furiously.
"Why do you stay with him and act like everything is fine?" he asked.
"I guess because I wish that was how it really was, and I was scared to leave him, what he would do..." I replied silently. I didn't have any more emotion left; I had cried it all out.
"He was so, so cruel I...I...I don't..." I stammered.
"We are going to the police!" he said sternly.
"No, who knows...what...what he would do?" I said. I couldn't stop staring at the wall.
"But look at yourself your so hurt! I can't bear to see someone like you..."he stopped.
"I shouldn't have said anything. I've got to go." I said and ran to my car. I had to do something. I decided I'd break up with him it was long overdue.
I called him and he didn't answer and I left an angry message venting to him how the past year was torture and that he is a terrible person and he can go to hell and that if he touches me again I'd call the police. And it felt great
