The Game of Love

Ch 19

Isabella's POV

It felt like flying, but it wasn't flying.

I was falling a long way down and each minute goes by and the ground gets bigger and bigger. The thoughts swirl around my mind.

This was it.

I couldn't take it anymore.

I was done pretending and I just wanted to escape far far away.

I close my eyes and just let the wind push me down....down to my death, but I stopped falling and felt myself being taken away in someone's arms.

I was being lifted up in the air and I opened my blue eyes only to find myself being let down again on the building. I dared not look up because I already knew that I was going to get yelled at or something. I was use to it and I could feel tears escape my eyes.

" Are you crazy? " , Peter asked

" Yes I am. " , I sighed

" I thought you wanted to go home, not fall to your death? " , Peter frowned

" I-I-I can't go back. " , I said choking on those words

Peter saw my tears and again he got frustrated and then sat himself down next to me running his fingers through his brown hair. I scooted closer to him for comfort and he welcomed me in his open arms holding me tight.

" Isabella, are you okay? " , Peter asked

" No " , I whispered quietly

Awkward slience.

I looked up at Peter's worried green eyes and he released me as I removed my jacket seeing me in a tank top revealing the burning scars that ran through my arms.

Each scar holding a story of pain.

Peter's eyes widened and he looked at me and I allowed him to feel the scars, but I had to fight myself not to cry. Peter stopped what he was doing and turned my head as he wiped away my tears. I knew I had no other choice, but to tell him.

" Peter, I know that I lied to you about it. " , I started with " And I'm sorry for not being open minded. But you say you would keep your promises and I need you to promise me you won't tell anyone about what I am about to say. "

" Isabella, you don't have to..." , he started

" I want to. " , I interrupted him

" Then I promise. " , he said

I took a deep breath.

" You see the reason I don't want to go home is because I would get more of these scars. My parents weren't loving towards me and they hated me for no reason. I-I had a tough life and well I guess trust was an issue for me as well as love. " , I said " I'm broken Peter and I can't be thrown around much longer. I can't take it anymore Peter. "

I could feel tears streaming down my cheek.

" I'm ashamed of these scars. I hate it knowing that it carries pain everywhere I go. " , I cried

I turned away from Peter so he wouldn't see me break.

" Those scars tell a story. A story that proves how much you have been through. Isabella, you are a survivor. " , Peter said softly. " These scars are battle scars and you, love, survived those battles. "

I looked at Peter and he gave me a warm smile as he scooted closer to me and gave me a hug. I hugged him back and remembered what he said before feeling my anxiety slowly drift away.