THE SURROGATE: A LUKE BROOKS FAN FICTION

CHAPTER TWENTY NINE

CHAPTER TWENTY NINE

*LUKE'S P.O.V*

"Nicholas..." I had to do a double take when I heard her say his name. "Wha- What do you mean he- I thought you ended things on good terms!" I said closing my eyes and furiously rubbing my forehead. I never heard a reply from her. I opened my eyes to look at her, and I saw that she was staring off into the distance. "Isabella? Isabella!?" I said, hoping to snap her out of whatever trance she was in. "What?" she asked blankly as she looked at me. I exhaled deeply and sat on the couch across from her, "What makes you think Nicholas is the one who did this? Why would he do it?" I asked, folding my hands and looking at her as I slouched. She looked back at me, buht she didn't answer me! Instead, she just stared back at me, and the room fell silent as both of us sat there, staring at each other. "Isabella," I said softly, "Please answer me" I begged. She exhaled deeply and looked down to the ground, before saying, "I know its Nicholas because... Well we exactly didn't end things on the best of terms" she said, still looking down. I looked at her and tilted my head, "What do mean? I mean, how bad must it have been for him to do this?" I asked her, as I was now looking around the room at the damage he had caused. She looked up at me and opened her mouth to speak, buht immediately closed it, and I noticed that she had a look of fear and worry on her face. "Isabella, what happened!?" I asked, now becoming alarmed. She looked at me again, before hyperventilating a bit, and then she stood up and walked toward the rooms. I got up and followed her, I was not willing to let this go now! Not this easily! She stopped in front of her room's door and tried to open it, buht it was locked. "He tried to force his way into the rooms" she said as she did the same thing to Darcy's door. "Isabella answer me!" I said as she walked past me and into the kitchen which was also trashed, buht not as bad as the living room -the fridge was left wide open, the cupboards were hanging on their last hinges, there were broken cups and saucers laying all over the kitchen floor, and there were eggs thrown on the floor as well- "God, he really went wild!" she said as she was leaning against the counter, and entangled her fingers into her hair. "Isabella, stop ignoring me! Tell me what happened!" I said, losing my patience. She exhaled deeply and stood up and looked at me, "can we please not talk about this now?" she asked me with pleading eyes. I looked at her, almost tempted to drop the subject, buht I couldn't! "No! Isabella if it's making you this scared, I sure as hell am not going to drop it this soon!"I said gently pulling her back by her arm as she made an attempt to walk past me again. She stepped back and looked at me, "Luke, I really don't want to speak about it! I just want to take a nap!" she said, closing her eyes and licking her lips -this was something she did whenever she felt uncomfortable- "Well you definitely cannot stay here!" I said firmly, "You're coming home with me!" I said as I lead her into her bedroom so that she could pack some clothing.

*

"Will you please tell me what the hell happened?" I asked as I sat down on the edge of her bed and watched her pack her bag, I was not going to let this go! She closed her eyes and exhaled as she folded another one of her T-shirts into her bag. "Luke, I really don't want to do this now! I know that you'll get angry, and I don't want that!" she said to me while she was scratching in her closet. I stood up and walked toward her... I took her by the arms as she was about to pull another shirt out of her closet, and turned her around so that she was facing me. "Please tell me! I promise I won't get angry!" I said, hoping that this was a promise I could keep. She looked at me, as if she was debating whether or not she should actually tell me. Finally she looked at me and said, "Okay, I'll tell you" and she closed her eyes as she continued to speak, "Well, after you left, Nicholas and I got into an argument -It wasn't about you!" she broke away, "Okay, maybe some part of it was, and he started yelling at me, I yelled back at him, things were said, mainly to me, and then he called me something that just made me realize what a douche he was!" she finished her sentence. Already I could feel my blood boiling, "What did he say?" I asked, closing my eyes as a way of trying to calm myself down. "He- okay, maybe it's nothing major, buht I just-" she said, trying to defend him. "Just tell me what he said!" I said, raising my voice just a bit. "A BITCH! HE CALLED ME A BITCH LUKE!" she said, breaking free from my hold, and closing her bag. "He called you a what!?" I asked; wanting to make sure I heard her properly. "He called me a bitch! See? I told you, it wasn't anything bad!" she said, trying to shake the topic off. "Nothing bad? Nothing bad!? Where I come from, you never call a girl that! That was a fucking dick thing to say! Was it the first time he called you that!?" I asked her, now wanting to know. She threw her bag over her shoulder and stood against the wall as she said, "No! It wasn't the first time! He's called me worse, that's why I said its nothing!" she admitted as she hung her head. Worse?? He called her worse!? What the fuck!? My blood was fucking boiling at this point, and the hopes of me being able to keep my promise to Bella, were becoming very slim. This guy better fucking hope I never see him the street because I swear to God... "Worse, like what?" I asked, sitting down at the edge of the bed again and closing my eyes. "Luke, can we please not do this!? I really just want to go and put this whole thing behind me!!" she asked me. I looked at her, and I could see that she didn't want to speak about it anymore. As pissed off as I was, I didn't want to make her think about something that made her this uncomfortable. "Okay" I sighed, "Are you ready to go?" I asked getting up -I was still feeling very fucking pissed off- she looked at me and nodded her head. We walked through the ransacked house, and out by the door.

*The drive in the car was rather awkward and silent. I couldn't believe that he would say something like that to her! What's more, I couldn't believe that she wouldn't tell me! If I hadn't gone home with her, would she have kept quiet about everything? I looked at her with my eyebrows furrowed as all these thoughts rushed into my mind. What happened to us? We used to be able to tell each other everything, and now she doesn't even tell me about something as serious as this? What else could she be hiding from me if she's hiding something like this? I turned my attention back to the road, and then something made me think, What else could she be hiding from me if she's hiding something like this? "Isabella?" I asked her as I turned my attention back to her. "Hm?" she asked, not taking her eyes off the road. I paused, wondering if I should ask her this, buht I had this unsettling feeling, and it kept gnawing at me! I needed to get this out, "Isabella, did he hit you?"