His Only Savior | #Wattys2019

Chapter 9

The darkness draped my room in its velvety softness as I laid awake with my eyes wide open. My heart was racing from the kiss Isaac and I had shared yet tears still stained my cheeks as questions swirled through my mind. Don't get me wrong I understood why he wanted to keep me at a distance, but I wasn't scared of him. I never could be. No matter what, the risk would always be worth the reward when it came to him. It felt as though being his was more important than air.

My eyes grew heavy as the thoughts slowed, and that's when a heard it, the sound of something hard hitting glass. I shot up in bed and looked around my room, my heart beating fiercely within my chest cavity. Then I heard it again.

The sound was coming from my window, so I walked over and pulled open my curtains. I was stunned when I was met by a smiling Isaac. Yes, I said smiling. His eyes lit up as I pushed the window up allowing him entry. "What are you doing?"

"I had to see you, so I climbed the tree by the garage to get onto the roof like I did when we were kids." He stepped down until his feet were firmly planted on the floor of my room.

"We aren't kids anymore though. If my parents find you now, they won't just let you stay. Especially after what you have done." Hurt flooded his eyes.

He walked around me as he tossed my journal onto the bed. "Why did you give me that?" He kept his back to me, but I knew his full attention was on me.

"Because I needed you to know," I shrugged even though he couldn't see me. "I should have told you a long time ago how I felt."

He spun around to face me. "Are you trying to make this harder on me?"

"What? No," my tone established my confusion with his accusation. "I just wanted you to understand—"

"Understand what?" His face filled with anger.

"Why are you being like this?"

He stepped close enough for me to detect the stench of alcohol on his breath. "You want me to hurt? I already do. Every day Em. My body aches from the beatings my father gives me. My heart aches from the loss I never got to morn. And I ache for you like I never could another person and I can't have you. I won't have you. I am like poison, I ruin everything I touch, and I refuse to ruin you too."

"You won't ruin me," I coed as I closed the distance between us. Cradling his face in my hands I stepped closer to look him in the eyes, but he closed them tight before pulling away from my touch.

"You don't know that, and I won't risk it."

"Isaac would you just look at me?" I pleaded, tears already forming.

He rubbed at his face in frustration before closing the distance between us, his lips crashing into mine. It didn't feel like our earlier kiss though, it wasn't tender. It was rough and greedy. It was repulsive. I shoved him hard causing him to tumble to the ground. "See what I mean?" He threw his hands dramatically into the air.

"You're drunk, you aren't yourself."

"How would you know, huh Em? We haven't been friends in years maybe this is who I am now. Don't like it do you?" He laughed as he pulled himself up off the carpet.

He stepped towards me while I held up my hands in surrender. "Please, Isaac stop." The flood gates opened, and the tears streamed my face at an alarming rate. I had never felt scared of him. However, the look he was giving me was dark and tortured. I was terrified of what he would say next. "Please just go."

He gritted his teeth as he swiped the journal from the bed, "Fine. But maybe you should read this again and compare the man I am now to the boy you fell in love with. I'm not him anymore Emily. Let me go before you get hurt."

He shoved the journal into my chest before climbing out of my window, disappearing into the darkness of night. I collapsed onto the ground, my emotions eliminating any energy I had left. He was so hot and cold, I didn't know where we stood. It was as if it was happening all over again, he was icing me out. I suppose this time I at least had some kind of understanding as to why.