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"My mom is coming home any minute"
I moan against his lips, my hands tugging up his shirt that covered his tone body
"Ya sè"
His deep, sexy voice sent shivers down my back, his shirt was completely off, my hands were roaming free against his...
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Iwoke up to a beeping sound, my eyes opened slowly not sure what to expect. I was praying that this was all a nightmare, it wasn't real, it couldn't be. An IV was plumping through me, I heard something shuffling next to me. Ryan was sleeping on the chair, he looked uncomfortable. I looked around the room, I was in a hospital. I sat up grunting in pain. My thigh was wrapped in a white bandage, he did stab me.
"You've been out for two days." A deep, tried voice says. Ryan was sitting up while rubbing his sleepy eyes, I met his eyes. "I had no idea he was really going to hurt you, I would never, never put you through physical pain, Isabella." Ryan says, while standing up and walking towards me, he bent down to my level.
I jumped in fear when he placed his hand against my cheek. He looked upset at my reaction but relax once I placed my hand on his.
"It doesn't hurt less." My voice came out raspy.
"I broke up with Tiffany." Ryan said. I didn't have words, I couldn't talk nor think. What did he want me to do? Jump in his arms and admit my undying love?
"I stayed with her because I thought if I didn't, I would never be able to see my kid ever again. I never loved her, I never loved anyone as much as I love you. Seeing the life leave your body it changed me, I started to think about life without you, I couldn't." Ryan said, his eyes roamed my face for a reaction but I was numb, I couldn't go through this again.
"Tiffany and I had a one night stand, she got pregnant and forced me into a relationship."
"Where's Carter?" I asked, I didn't want to see him but I wanted to know what the asshole was doing after almost killing me.
I just wanted to know if Carter has visited me, Ryan stood up.
"After he stabbed you, he was in panicking. He drove you to the hospital then left and hasn't came since. He just doesn't care enough." He says with his back facing me.
"There's something between you two." Ryan whispers so lightly, I almost missed it.
"You're insane." I tried playing it off, I couldn't risk it. Ryan would hate me, everyone would hate me.
"No Isabella, don't fucking lie to me, you think I'm stupid. I see the way he looks at you, I've never seen Carter care so much about anyone not even your own mother." Ryan turns to face me, his finger was pointing down.
I was about to argue with him but the door opened behind him, I got hopeful like an idiot. I hoped it was Carter but to my surprise it was Grace.
"Oh my god, your awake." Grace runs into my arms, I hugged her tightly. I was watching Ryan while hugging her, he seemed angry. Ryan ran his hand across his face while turning back around.
"I'm glad you're okay." Ryan huffed out before opening the door and exiting. I felt bad, not only was I fucking my mom over and Benjamin, now Ryan too.
"What crawled up his ass?" Grace pulls back while smiling at me.
I started laughing, I was laughing so hard that Grace looked at me weird. My laugh started to get dryer and dryer, my laugh started to turn into a sob. I started crying dramatically.
"I'm...a...horrible...person." I sobbed. My body shakes, she looks at me longingly.
"Isabella, are you okay?" Grace places her hand above my shoulder, she tilts her head.
I felt betrayed by her from siding with her brother but right now I just need my best friend.
"I'm f-fine." I started hyperventilating. My sobs could barely get out as I struggled to breathe.
"I'm...okay." I cried out.
"Bella, shhhh it's okay." She comforts me with a hug, she rubs her hand up and down my back. "Breathe, Bella." She whispers.
"I-I can't...I-I can't."
She lifts my face higher with her hands making sure my attention was on her. "You're having a panic attack." She says.
"Breathe with me." She says while inhaling and exhaling, I followed her example.
I followed her example till I started to feel a bit better, my breathing became leveled. She had tears brimming her eyes as she watches me breathe.
"I hate seeing you like this, I'm so sorry." She whispers.
"No one understands, I don't even understand why I care about him."
"He's a horrible person, and he manipulates me. I'm a stupid girl, a stupid girl that just wants to be loved." I cried.
Love is such a dangerous game and I'm always losing. It's crazy how a person could literally hurt you so badly yet your love for them some how never disappears. I feel like this pain will never go away, he's always going to hurt me yet I can't let go.
It's not the same with Benjamin, I was forced into loving him, marrying him.
Confusion was written all over her face, she didn't understand who I was talking about.
"He stabbed me, Grace." I shouted with tears trailing down my cheeks. I stared up at her confused face which started to soften, her eyes light up once she realized who I was talking about.
"Mr. Salazar stabbed you...." Grace says in realization.
I felt a huge brick being lifted off my shoulder, I wiped my tears with the back of my hand, I glanced down at my wrapped thigh.
"He hurt me again." I cried softly.
I remember when I was seven, Gracie and I made a pact to always be there for each other no matter what. Once we became teenagers we were always defending each other, watching each other's back. Over the years Gracie and I have grown apart but are love for each other never changed, our love is strong and we could never stay mad at each other no matter how hard we tried.
"Why didn't you tell me?" She asked.
I glanced back up to her. "He's my mom's fiancé, that's why." I said.
"I'm your best friend, you could have told me." She stood up, anger filled her eyes.
I grabbed her hand, my eyes started to beg.
"Please don't be mad." I whispered. "I coul-wouldn't be able to deal with that too."
She glared down at me before nodding, she sat back on the bed, my hand tighten around her's.
"You'll be fine." Gracie whispers, I sniffed while staring down at my hands while more tears brim my eyes.
"I-I think I'm broken." I said, stuttering.
She laid down next to while patting the empty spot next to her head. I laid down across from her, she pulled the hospital blanket over us, I snuggled against the warmness of the blanket. She stares into my green eyes looking for an answer but I didn't have one. My body relaxed as I felt calmer with her around, she has always found a way to make me feel more comfortable.
"You're not broken, Isabella. You're smart, gorgeous, kind and strong, you have an amazing heart." She tells me. "You owe yourself the love that you so freely give to other people."
What she said made sense, I love to quickly, I give my all when they give me nothing in return. In order to move on, I have to love myself. Grace gently patted my head trying to comfort me, she started to sing our childhood song that my mom use to sing to us.
My eyes started to close, my body was completely relaxed and ready for rest.
