Love Bites *DISCONTINUED*

Nineteen

"Breakfast?" I asked Isaac as I put a plate down for him on the table when I saw him stumble down the stairs.

"Thanks. Can I make coffee?" He asked, rubbing his eyes with the heel of his hand while sitting down at the table.

"I got it," I said as I took the already made black drink in the pot and poured him a large mug, leaving room for milk. "What do you need for it?"

"Just milk is fine," he smiled, picking up a fork and digging into the plate of pancakes in front of him.

I sat down across from him with a cup of coffee in my hand and just looked at Isaac. His face was bruised and scabs were already forming on his face where something had cut him. "Are you all right?" I asked, catching him off guard.

"Yeah. Fine," He answered curtly, taking a sip of coffee.

"Fine doesn't mean fine. Fine means you feel like the world is going to end. What happened?"

He sighed and took my hands in his. "Rian, I have to tell you something and you have to promise not to say a word. Please," I nodded my head as if to promise and he took a deep breath before continuing. "After my mom died, my dad became an alcoholic. And he never used to be angry about anything. But now he gets angry over everything and well... He abuses me. He'll hit me, throw things at me or he'll lock me in a freezer in the basement. That one's the worst and where I got my claustrophobia from. It's been going on for years and no one knows so please don't say anything I don't want to be taken away from my life here."

I couldn't look him in the eye when he told me all this. In fact, I looked down at the table and cried even though I shouldn't be the one crying. I felt so bad for him and I had the undying urge to tell someone and get help but I knew he would be mad if I did. But mad is better than dead or hurt. When I looked up at his face, I saw he was crying too, shame and misery blatant in his expression.

"Isaac... I'm so sorry. I'm here for you if you need anything. Do you want to talk more about it?" I responded as bravely as I could, rubbing my thumb on the top of his hand in a comforting manner.

"Not really. It's fine. I've gotten over it..."

"I can tell by the look in your eyes you haven't. Don't lie about this please. I'm always here for you, you know that," I gave him a reassuring smile, forcing back tears.

"I know you are, I appreciate it. I just don't want to talk about it.. Okay?"

"That's totally fine, I respect that one hundred percent."

"So on a lighter note, what would you like to do today?" He asked, putting on a brave face.

"Well I mean we kind of have school in a half hour..."

"Oh crap I forgot it was Friday! I didn't do any homework..."

"I'm sure you'll be fine. Come on, I'll get you something of Scott's to wear," I said, my voice quavering. I hadn't said Scott's name since his death and I hadn't been in his room either. This should be interesting...

I led him upstairs, his hand locked in mine, his thumb tracing circles on my hand. My breath caught in my throat as soon as I opened Scott's door. Everything was exactly as he had left it and I couldn't bear to see it. After turning to face Isaac, I directed him to where he would find clothes and then proceeded out of the room before I started crying, my excuse being I had to get ready myself.

As soon as I closed my door behind me, I sank to my knees, tears streaming down my face and sobs racking my body. I didn't realize how much emotion was kept bottled up until that moment. Scott was gone. Forever. There was no turning back now.. It was all my fault; I should've gotten him out of there before any fight occurred. I missed him so much. He was my anchor, the person I always counted on to keep me safe and secure. I loved him so much. We rarely fought and when we did we ALWAYS made up within an hour.

I didn't even hear Isaac knock on my door. All I felt was a pair of arms hugging me from behind and a kiss being planted on my cheek. I knew he was speaking but I couldn't comprehend what he was saying, my mind had shut off from any stimulation. I just felt comforting arms and kisses that made me cry more.

"I'm okay," I sniffled in between sobs. "I have to get ready. I'm fine I promise," I stood up with Isaac's arms still around me.

"You are not fine. Maybe you shouldn't go to school..." He said, pondering the thought.

"No. I want to go. I need a distraction."

"Okay, I'll meet you downstairs," He smiled before kissing me lightly and heading out of my room.

I took a few deep breaths to calm myself down before heading over to my speakers and blasting Mariana's Trench through my speakers. After changing into a heather grey Pierce the Veil tank top and purple distressed jeans, I proceeded to my mirror where I cleaned up my face to make it look like I had not been crying. It didn't fully work, but it was good enough, it would have to be if I wanted to make it to school on time.

I quickly looked in my full length mirror to give myself a once over and, for the first time in a long time, didn't obsess about my stomach and waist. My mind was completely blank when I walked away from my reflection and down to where Isaac was waiting with a sweatshirt of his for me.

"Thanks," I smiled as I shrugged it on, following Isaac out to his car.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Isaac asked as he started the engine and I selected a song to play through the stereo.

"Yeah, I'll be fine. Don't worry about me," I smiled a reassuring smile.

However, I knew I was not going to be fine today. The pre panic attack signs showed and I knew that it would happen within an hour... Maybe just maybe I would have a normal day if the panic attack didn't end up happening.

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A/N: OMFG THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR OVER 2K READS!!!!!!!!! It means so much to me that you all keep reading it! I do apologize I don't update often but hopefully I'll start updating more frequently! I hope you all liked this chapter even though it's kind of just a filler... Oh well! I liked writing it!