A Lovers Revenge

Chapter Four

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Chapter 4

I wake up at 9.50am, my exam starting in an hour. Fuck. I’m late. I rush to get my clothes on and gather my things, I have no time to do my hair, I sprint out the house and make it just in time for the exam.

Isabelle’s sitting outside the steps at interval. Her mind lost in thought, she doesn’t notice when I sit next to her or when I press a kiss to her cheek.

I snap my fingers, pulling her out her train of thought.

“Sorry” she apologises.

She looks upset, a tear slips out her eye and she wipes it with the back of her hand.

“Babe, are you okay?” I ask concerned. “What happened?”

“Nothing. I’m fine” she replies.

“Isabelle…tell me” I demand.

My hand rests on top of her hand on her thigh.

“Zac...my ex boyfriend Jason called me yesterday. He said he wanted to talk to me, if I didn’t then he was going to tell my parents about…” she explains, tears proceed to fall out of her beautiful eyes.

I stand up and storm into school with Isabelle right on my heel.

She grabs my arm, I shrug her off.

“Don’t, please.” She begs.

I ignore her and wander the school looking for the cunt.

I spot his blond hair at the end of the corridor; he’s casually leaning against the lockers; His hand over the shoulders of a tarty redhead. His group of friends spot me and make a nasty remark, making everyone chuckle. He looks up; His brown eyes meeting my green. I stride towards him, my face inches from his.

“Leave her alone you stupid fucker” I spit.

“Listen here douche bag, she’s a slut. You’re a geek, do me a favour and stop fighting her battles…I bet she sucks your dick in order for you to do her homework the nasty little slu-“

I punch his face; he holds his cheek as if in pain. Anger surges through my body, he spoke too much for me to listen. She isn’t anything like what he says, she’s sweet and the only foolish mistake she has made is being with this arsehole standing before me.

He grabs me by the collar and pushes me against the locker; I struggle to get out of his hold. His fist connects with my jaw, a small crack echoes through my ears. I head butt him, making him fall backwards. I lunge for him, punching him as he lay on the floor. Blood drips from his nose and I leave a mark on his cheek. No doubt it’ll bruise up tomorrow.

A crowd forms around us, individuals chanting different names. They make bets on who can harm who the most. I look up and spot Isabelle, she’s crying. Her eyes are full of pain and hurt. I drop my hold from his shirt and stand up, I walk towards Isabelle ignoring the demands of the crowd who are telling me to finish the fight. I yell, as something hard makes contact with the back of my head. I fall to my knees, my head pounding. I glance up and find Isabelle by my side, she’s screaming, crying “stop” to Jason who drops the glass bottle to the floor and wipes the blood off his lip. A sudden dizziness appears, my vision blurs and in a moment, everything goes black.

I groan, why is my head sore? I open my eyes and smile when Isabelle is sleeping on the seat next to me, her hand over mine. My eyes follow the drip attached from my hand to a stand next to the bed with a bag filled with clear liquid. Isabelle opens her eyes, relief floods over her face as she shouts for the nurse.

“Are you okay? Does anything hurt? Just wait a nurse is coming” she panics.

I chuckle; she’s so cute when she’s panicking.

“I’m fine babe; my head hurts but ill manage”

“You asshole” she frowns.

“I am in hospital and you are being rude to me” I pretend to pout.

“Do you realise what I went through, it broke me to see you get hurt. I followed you but lost you when you went through a large crowd. I saw you against the locker, I wanted to scream and tell him to stop but nothing came out. I couldn’t speak, it’s as though my mouth was super glued shut even though my body was screaming for me to speak, I was so scared” she sobs.

I cup her face and kiss her gently.

“I’m okay, please don’t cry. It isn’t your fault. That douche bag had it coming the entire time” I explain.

“But if it wasn’t for me, getting drunk and going to his house then none of this would have happened, you wouldn’t be in hospital” she cries.

I wipe my thumbs across her damp cheeks, stopping her tears from rolling down her adorable face.