Those Three Words - (Beau Brooks / Luke Brooks Fanfiction)

Chapter Forty Five - Watermelon

Isabella's POV

"I know baby, and I won't, I'll always be here for you-" He stopped speaking as his voice cracked towards the end. I still had tears trickling down my cheeks and my hands were shaking from fear. I was scared. Scared for my future without him. Scared for his family's future without him. Scared for Harry himself. Everything.

"We better get you to sleep." I say lifting him from the floor. He took a stumble into one of the cabinets making a laugh leave his lips, once again giving me butterflies. "Take it easy." I helped him steadily make his way to the big bed once again, but this time he stayed on it.

"Thank you." He smiled up at me, a flash of pain in his eyes.

"Your welcome, now get some sleep, you're smashed." I stroked his face for a couple of seconds before his eyes slowly shut.

As soon as my body left the room, a large boy fell into me, pushing me into the wall.

"Ouch! Watch what you're doing!" The confident words left my intoxicated mouth. But this time, my confidence just dug me deeper. I was pushed against the wall again, actually I was pinned.

"Sorry baby, it won't happen again I promise."

"Get off me!"

I punched him repeatedly in the chest but he wouldn't budge.

"Now now baby, there's no need for the violence..." He moved his lips closer to my face. "Just stay still, okay?"

"No, get-" He interrupted me by pushing his lips on mine, but I continued to wiggle under his grip.

"If you want to carry on breathing, I suggest you get your mother fucking hands off my girl." Beau's voice boomed from down the hall. When the boys eyes met Beau's, his body stiffened and his hands moved off my hips.

"I'm sorry man, I didn't know..."

"Just get the fuck out of my sight and don't let it happen again."

"Okay sorry again."

Beau brought me in his arms and cradled me.

"Actually, no I'm not."

He released me slowly and turned to face the drunk guy again. His fist flew from no where and connected with Beau's face. The guy had a horrible, twisted smile on his face as if he got adrenaline from starting fights at parties. A loud squeak left my mouth.

I thought he had stopped but he repeatedly kicked Beau in the stomach. Well that was until a big lamp was smashed over his head.

"Holy shit!" I screamed, and turned to find "Harry."

A couple of seconds passed and Harry dropped to the ground, he shouldn't have even left the bed. Beau groaned on the floor bringing my attention back to him.

"Beau are you okay? Can you try and get up for me?" I questioned him but I didn't get a real response, I just got more groans.

Beau's POV

Her hand traveled over my wounded face and her tender touch gave me butterflies. I turned my face into her hand and planted a soft kiss.

When I tried to get up, I got a bad ass pain in my stomach making my body fall back to the floor.

"What a joke, you can't even finish what you started!" One of the fat arses friend laughed in his group, not even helping his friend up, but that's the worse thing he could have done. His harsh but true words were just motivation to kick his arse, hard.

"I gave you dick heads a choice." I was up from the floor and he was down within 2 seconds.

Punch after punch, that nob head got everything he deserved. Well not everything. I could have killed him, 3 seconds flat. He was still bleeding though, a lot, so I got pleasure from doing it.