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Sixty-Two: asking for the impossible

Isabella's POV

My heartbeat was racing because for one I had no idea what was going on but there was something terrifying in Lukas's tone on the phone. Two, I was driving a freaking car, his car, his pride and I was so scared to make a scratch on it I had my hands clenched around the steering wheel and my entire body was tense.

While driving I replayed our short conversation in my head, over and over, trying to make sense of it. As soon as I heard his voice, I had a bad feeling about this, he was trying to reassure me but my guts told me something had happened and I felt a sense of panic bubbling at my throat. My eyes were nervously searching the parking lot until the headlights flashed on the building itself and I spotted Lukas.

"Oh God!" I shrieked when I got a glimpse of him. He was sitting with his back against the wall, his face dark red and dirty with blood. "No, no, no." I cried. One of his arms was wrapped around his waist and the other one just lifelessly hung beside him. He titled his head up when the headlights hit him, lighting him up and engulfing him in bright white, relief washing over his face. "Dammit!" I yelled while trying to pull the key out of the ignition, my hands shaking to badly to get a hold of it. I put the car in idle, just letting it turn so I didn't have to bother about the key. My one and only goal was to get to Lukas as fast as I could.

I almost fell while getting out of the car, my legs feeling like overcooked noodles as panic took over every part of my being. I ran over to him and when I reached him I fell down on my knees besides him my hands grabbing his face, his head hanging powerless between my hands like the life had been sucked out of him.

"You're here." His voice sounded so fade his words were almost inaudible, a lot softer that the sound of my heart breaking.

"What happened?" I said while my eyes were searching him. The cut on his cheek wasn't deep and the bleeding had stopped but the one on his lips was still wet. My shaking hands grabbed the edges of his jacket, opening it to expose his bloody T-shirt. My Heart pounding out of my chest with fear. I shook my head in disbelief, searching his body for more injuries.

I reached for the hem of his T-shirt to lift it up, to see if he was bleeding under there. He didn't give me a chance to pull it up as his hand grabbed my wrist faintly but as tightly as he could considering the state he was in. "Don't!" He said, the power in his voice faint but there. I looked up at his grey eyes, one already swelling around his cheek.

"Lukas, let me see!" I shrieked, panic washing over me by the second. He didn't have enough strength to keep me from seeing anyway, his face angry at me for pushing but somewhere also ashamed. My chest felt tight, as if I couldn't breathe when I saw the bruising on his ribs, already dark and very visible. I swallowed, taking the sight in, trying to keep it together but the fear of losing him filled my head, heart and lungs.

I let go of his shirt, my hands searching for the back of his head to pull him closer to me. I pulled him into a hug as if I was never going to let go of him, his arm wrapping around my waist when I snuggled my face in his neck. I tried to hold back the tears that were stinging at the corners of my eyes, but I couldn't, a sob escaping from my throat.

As soon as I couldn't keep the sobs to myself any longer Lukas pushed me back softly, his eyes widening when he saw my wet cheeks. "Bella don't cry. Please." He begged, his voice cracking at the sight of me. He brushed his nose against the bridge of mine before resting his forehead against my cheek. "Please don't cry." He begged again, the sadness in his voice overtaking my senses. "Let's go home." He whispered with a barely there voice, crushing me to hear him so weak.

I pulled my face back from his, staring him straight in the eyes, his eyes wet with emotion. "Can you stand?" I said, trying to bite through my sobs.