First one

Isabella's POV

I didn't speak for the rest of our way home and neither did he apart from the occasional painful grunt when the car hit a bump in the road. We arrived at his apartment as I tried to support his weight as much as I could, his arm seeking support on my shoulder, close and caring, yet completely in silence.

I didn't feel like speaking, I was angry at his tone towards me earlier and also that he wouldn't let me take him to a freaking hospital. This is stupid and beyond reckless! Thank god Mia wasn't home or else she would have had a heart attack at the sight of her brother. On the other hand, where is she...??

After kicking off my shoes next to his bedroom door, I put Lukas down on the edge of his bed, his agonizing growls sounding through the room. I stood in front of him as he tried to take his jacket off while I stared at him with my arms crossed in front of my chest. Yes of course it hurt me that he was in this shape, but I didn't understand his stubbornness and the way he snapped at me for no reason was still stuck in my head.

The grunts escaping from the back of his throat broke my heart piece by piece, but his cockiness was making sure he held back, not wanting to show how hurt he actually was. I could see trough it as he frowned every muscle in his face when the sleeves of his jacket rolled off his arms. He looked up, letting the jacket fall on the mattress. I just stared at him; my arms still crossed.

His expression changed, finally seeing my mood had changed and something was bothering me. "What?" He said softly, his eyes almost begging me while I continued to search his face through the blood on it for any type of regret.

"Nothing Lukas." I shrugged my shoulders, my tone almost emotionless but still I could feel the lump in my throat making me anxious.

Lukas reached for the side of my hip, letting his hand fell next to him when I took a step back, denying him my touch. "Isabella..." He said, hurt by my distant behavior, frowning his brows with disbelief. "Come here..." He pleaded, his fingers hooking at the hem of my leggings, pulling me closer to him. I stepped forward; a little bit reluctant to give in to his ways. I kept my arms crossed and looked away, letting him know, even though I was torturing myself, that he couldn't just yell and snap at me like that. I tried to step back, but he held on to my hips, keeping them stationary like a statue.

I shook my head, as he pulled me even closer, his arms wrapping around me as he rested his forehead against my stomach. "What's wrong?" He whispered, lifting up my sweater to kiss my sensitive skin just above my waistband. What do you mean what's wrong...? You are covered in blood and don't want to go to a hospital. I just can't...I was so frustrated, having an internal conversation that couldn't even find the words to answer him. He looked up, resting his chin on my stomach. "Isabella, just say it. It's not like tonight can get any worse..." He said, pouting his lip in a playful way but I wasn't in the mood for that. Was I being too hard on him, probably but I just didn't feel like this was fair, that he could do anything to protect me but, too proud to let me?

I looked down at him, having a difficult time to just say what was on my mind. I took a deep breath trying to figure out how to say it best. "You should be in a hospital right now, you dumbass!" Okay not the best way of saying it best, I admit. "You are so freaking selfish and always think your way is best! And you did not have to snap at me like that!" I raised my voice, pulling away from his arms to take a step back, a healthy distance before my inheritance took over and I would hurt him myself. He looked lost when I stepped out of his arms, his hands empty and his eyes nervous. "I love you Lukas, I do!" I raised my voice again, his mouth parting as a response, eager to say something as the expression on his face turned to pure sadness. "I love you but if you think you're the only person in this relationship, always doing it your way, always thinking that that's best, then there is no us!" I ended up yelling, tears rolling down my cheeks one time to many this evening as I expressed my doubts.