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One hundred and one: Two minutes

Isabella's POV

I made my way down the stairs, my vision blurry as tears were about to spill form them. Suddenly a hand snaked around my upper arm bringing me to a stop in the middle of the stairs. "I have been looking for you. I need to tell you somethi-"

"Not now Zach!" I pulled my arm from his violently, hearing him say my name as I made my way down the stairs. My heart was pounding, and I was pretty sure I was on the brink of having a panic attack. Why didn't he believe me! He didn't have to be so mean, he just doesn't love me the way I thought, if he could hurt me intentionally like this.

Tears were now streaming down my face as I finally made it into the garden. The fresh air hitting me in the face made me fall out into a sob as the cold felt like it was all I deserved. I didn't do anything wrong did I? I rubbed my arms trying to rub the goosebumps away, tears streaming down my face as I was crying in the garden by myself. I couldn't go back inside, not until I got myself together.

I looked up at the window and saw Lukas standing in one. His eyes were pinned on me but as soon as he saw me I saw him scoff before taking another sip from the bottle. It ripped my heart out seeing this aversion filled reaction. It didn't even seem to bother him that I was crying, that he intentionally hurt me to the point I broke, again.

Thinking about out Lukas only made me breath faster, which pushed me deeper into a panic attack and the tightening feeling around my chest made me dizzy. I need to sit down. Breath. He's just drunk, he'll apologize later, and you'll be okay. Fucking breath Bella! Nobody's here to hand you a stupid paper bag this time! He's watching me have a panic attack and he's not even bothered!

My hand was looking for the edge of one of the garden chairs as my vision went dark. I managed to sit down eventually, my hands on my knees to support myself. I felt like I was going to throw up, my emotions mixed with beer and heartbreak getting the better of me. When I felt the surge of ominous feelings rush up my throat accompanied with the pain Lukas's hateful words caused, it all became too much for me. I sat forward spilling the contents of my gut into the grass between my feet. More than once. I coughed and sobbed at the same time. Heartache could really make you physically ill. I want to go home and sleep this off, together. I cried into the darkness as I tried to calm myself down.

"Bella, are you okay?" A warm hand comforted me at the back of my neck. I eased into the support it offered until alarms started to go off in my brain. I recognize that voice, I'd never forget. I looked up and it confirmed what I feared for. Drew.

"Don't touch me!" I pulled away as the sight of his face so close to mine startled me more than I thought it would. I was alone with him in the garden and I was preparing myself for something bad to go down.

I stumbled forward off my chair almost falling into my own vomit. "Okay okay!" His face went soft as he held his hands up in defense, as if he was the one who needed to be scared. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay." The look in his eyes changed to genuine worry and it only confused me more. "I'm not going to hurt you. I swear!" I couldn't place the soft look on his face when he offered me a hand to pull me up from the grass. His eyes nearly begged me to take it but I didn't as I dismissed his hand, getting up by myself. While I brushed the grass of my jeans his hand fell to the side of his body, his face hurt.

"Why should I trust you?" I barked at him, my panic attack gone as the hurt Lukas caused was replaced by something else. Resentment, but no fear. I wasn't scared of Drew as he stood in front I me, more broken than I was, if that was even possible.

He pushed his hand through his dark hair while his warm eyes scouted for some sort of friendly expression on my face. He couldn't find one. He was wearing jeans and a College branded black sweater. He just tried to blend in, nothing about him screamed predator. "I don't deserve your trust, not after what I did to you. I know that." His face fell, diverting it to his feet.