We're Fake

With My Handy Dandy Bat

Isabella P.O.V

*Thursday*

"Break up with your girlfriend, yeah, yeah, cause I'm bored." Played the blasting music from the speakers.

Yes,

I'm at another party.

But this time, it's just me and Grayson. We came as a date to make Cara jealous. She was here with Taylor and Macy.

Her minions.

Macy is kinda nice. But that's only because she never talks. And when she does talks it's really low. She lets Taylor and Cara do what they want, and then when they leave, Macy goes back and help or apologize to the person. When none of it's her fault, she just feels like it is.

I was currently making out with Grayson in his lap. We already knew Cara was looking at us. That's the only reason we're doing this.

I think.

Lately, Grayson has been flirty with me. And for some reason I flirted back. Just Tuesday, he kissed me out of no where. No one was around, and we just ignored it, like it was normal.

I was enjoying it a lot. Maybe a little too much.

Grayson moves his hand on my ass, right before I was snatch off him. Suddenly, I'm sitting in a chair, being tied up and something was over my eyes. "Let me go." I grunt trying to get loose. My legs, my arms.

Tied.

Someone trapped me.

"You dirty bitch." The person sneers. "You'd make out with Grayson right in front of me? Just to show off how you stole him from me?"

Cara

"Let me go!" I yell this time. "Right after I show you how angry I am. By beating you with my handy dandy bat." She laughs. A couple seconds later she bashes the bat against my face.

It hurts, like fuck.

But I wasn't gonna cry. That'd let her now she won. And she definitely didn't. She slams it into my stomach three times. I let out a grunt, still trying to get my hands out of whatever was holding me back. Then numbers of punches come to my face. All over my body.

"Shut the fuck up." Cara sneers. She pushes my down, making me fall on my arms. All my weight, plus the chair, on my arms. They couldn't see my tears, but they were definitely coming out. "And this is for just being your self in general." Cars says before punching me in my nose. She does it again. And again. And again. She kicks me in the stomach multiple times. Then stomps me on my side, and eventually kick me in my jaw. And she does it again before walking out.

Breathing getting harder.

Head was pounding.

It felt like every bone in my body was broken.

I couldn't move.

Even if I wasn't tied up.

My voice?

It wasn't their.

I couldn't breathe.

I try to gasp for my last breath, as someone burst into the room.

"Please, please don't hurt me." I cry out. I was sobbing by now. "Isabella!" Grayson shouts. He starts to untie me. I grasp for air again, feeling as I'm about to die any second now. "I.. I can't breathe." I sob. I hear Grayson calling the police.

Soon, I can't breathe at all.

Next thing you know I'm unconscious.

Grayson P.O.V

I just got off the phone with police, and they said they'd get here as fast as they can. Her breathing stops completely. Her chest wasn't moving at all, and she wasn't responding to me. "Isabella. Please don't leave me." I beg. I start to perform mouth mouth. I come up, realizing I can't help her.

Tears running down my face.

"I love you." I finally say. "And if I lose you.." I pause. "I wouldn't be able to live with myself... I love you, and I have for a long time." I sob even more. I hear sirens outside, and I say one last thing, "please don't leave. Stay. Stay for Caleb, Ethan, your mom, Brooke, your friends, family... Me."

The ambulance rush into the room, immediately putting her on the stretcher.

I love you...