Engaged to Be Married...But I'm In Love With Someone Else::2::

I tiptoed down the few stairs and across the marble entrance to the kitchen where the phone was located. Everyone was asleep and I was missing Aidan so much. I needed to talk to him and hear his voice; I needed to know that he still cared for me and about me. I picked up the phone and dialed his cell phone number. It rang and it suddenly felt like the first time I had ever called him. I felt like I did three years ago, when I was so nervous to even speak to the new, amazing guy; the one with the heavenly voice and the expressive honey brown eyes. The one who was always there for me and even risked getting suspended from school when I sprained my ankle, just to make sure that I was okay. That same guy that was across the country from me and was probably so angry with me for leaving without telling him. I was biting my bottom lip and my stomach clenched in anxiety. It kept on ringing and ringing, until a click was heard and my ears were filled with the most heavenly sound in the world.
"Hello?" Aidan spoke. I opened my mouth to reply, but what was I going to say to him? Oh Aidan, I'm sorry that I can't come to see you because my parents found out about us and sent me New York? Oh and I'm engaged to be married to a complete and total jerk? That would break his heart. "Hellooo? Is anybody there?"
I gasped and hung up the phone, my heart pining for him. Why? Why did my parents do this to me? They could have grounded me for my entire life or made me spend the summer with my Grandmother on her farm. I would have done anything, but they had to choose the worst possible and most painful option.
"What are you doing here?" I gasped and turned to the doorway, my hand over my heart. Blake stared at me with those icy cold, blue eyes and flicked on the lights. He was still in a pair of slacks and a button down shirt.
"I was hungry," I lied. I changed the subject. "Why are you still dressed? Do you wear that to sleep?"
"What I wear or don't wear to sleep is none of your concern, but if you must know, I was working." He walked over to the fridge and took out some soy milk. He glanced at me. "If you were hungry, then why don't you have something on the table? And I saw you eating tonight and I have to say, it was repulsive."
"Are you implying that I eat too much?" I said with my hands on my hips.
"Oh eating too much is an understatement. I am implying that you are messy, you chew with your mouth open and don't use proper table manners, what so ever."
"What is your problem, Blake? Why do you hate me?" I said as calmly as possible, despite my feeling of absolute loathing.
"You are my problem, Isabella. You disgust me. You are incompetent of even the simplest of things and you, Isabella, are a complete waste of human life." He began advancing towards me and I gradually took steps away from him.
"You are the waste of human life, Blake. You are disgusting and completely lack the capability to care for anybody in the world!" I shouted at him. I gasped at my words and in a matter of seconds the palm of his hand collided with my left cheek, and I was sent to the floor. At first it was numb, but then the sting grew and it hurt so bad. He entwined his hand in my hair and pulled me up until I was standing. He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me closer to him.
"I told you to think twice before talking back to me, you wretched girl," he growled. His eyes looked directly into mine and if looks could kill, well I would be dust right now. I have never seen hatred that clear in anyone before. His jaw was clenched and he was pulling my hair slightly.
I was terrified. I have never been so scared in my entire life. And yet, I never could keep my mouth shut. "I hate you," I said through gritted teeth.
He pulled me closer so that our bodies were touching and pulled my head up so that he was looking down at me, face-to-face. "Well then our feelings are mutual," he said in a menacing whisper. He pushed me away from him, making me crash into the wall. "Now get out of my sight and I hope you've learned your lesson, you incompetent fool."
I regained my balance and felt the sting in my cheek grow. I walked as calmly as possible around him, but as soon as I was out of the doorway, I ran. I ran and ran until I fell on my bed, heaving as my body wracked with sobs. I cried because I was hurt all over. I cried because of my predicament. I cried because I was marrying a monster. And I cried because now I regret not saying anything to Aidan. I would never see Aidan again.
**Liam's POV**
I woke up abruptly when I heard footsteps running down the hallway outside of my room. There was only one person who that could be: Isabella. I left my room and walked to her bedroom. I pushed the door slightly open and heard sobbing. Isabella's small form was shuddering and heaving as she cried. I sighed and went over to her. Sitting on the edge of her bed, I gently rubbed her back and she instantly came up and hugged me around my neck.
All she ever did was cry. She's always upset and barely leaves her room. For the past two weeks, Blake had either done something to make her cry or she would just remain upset. And all I could ever do is rub her back and whisper comforting words to her.
She is such a kind and beautiful woman and she deserves to always keep that smile on her face, but for some reason, Blake just doesn't want that amazing smile to linger on her lips. I realized as I stroked her hair and my hand wiped away the hair sticking onto her face from her tears, that her skin was soft and her long brown hair was so silky. Blake has gone seriously wrong this time. For as long as she's been here, she has never cried this much or this hard.
Eventually, her crying ceased and her body began to go limp on me. Gently, I laid her down on her bed and I watched as her breathing fell into an even pattern. She was asleep and she looked so beautiful. I tried to wipe off her tears on her left cheek, but she groaned in pain, causing me to wrench my hand away from her. Curiously, I flicked on the light and turned her head to look at her cheek. Her cheek was blue and purple and, as gently as possible, I ran my thumb down her cheek. I realized what must have happened; there was no other explanation.
I was enraged, to say the least. How could Blake even raise his hand against such a beautiful and compassionate woman? She's already so upset about being here, but now she has to deal with this? She groaned and covered her eyes and I turned the light off. After laying the blanket over her, I exited her room and barged into Blake's study where I knew he would be.
"Get out, Liam, I'm busy," Blake said, without even looking up from his papers. I never could figure out how he always knew who was there, but now wasn't the time to ponder about that.
"How could you hit her?"
"Why do you care?" he said without looking up.
"Because she's done nothing to you." He finally looked up and after seeing me standing there he began to laugh. "What are you laughing at?"
He calmed himself down and just looked at me, amused. "You have a crush on her, don't you?" I'm guessing my face started getting pink because just then he started to laugh again. I looked down at the floor in embarassment and kicked at the carpet. As he started laughing harder and harder, I began getting angrier. I met his eyes, hoping to look angry, but once he saw this, he started to laugh again. I stiffened and walked up to him and with all my strength, I punched him in the nose. I stared at my fist from astonishment and I felt pride well up inside of me. I could never stand up to him before. He stood up and glared at me and my pride was quickly draining. He started advancing and shouted, "God damn you, you little son of a-"
"Blake that is enough!" a woman's voice interrupted. I looked towards the door and saw Iliana standing in the doorway. She was looking at Blake, very angry. Blake stood up and pinched his nose which, I was very glad to see, was bleeding.
"But Iliana he punched me!" Blake whined. Whoa, this was not something I was expecting.
"And you very well deserved it." She walked up to Blake and examined his nose. "Nothing's broken, but Liam I have to say, it was a nice shot. Now, can you please be a dear and get some tissues?"
I nodded my head and got some tissues from the cabinet. This was the most amazing thing ever. Blake was doing everything Iliana was saying, while glaring at me. When Iliana saw that, she smacked his cheek lightly and reprimanded him. I handed her the tissues and she smiled at me. "Now, can you please leave us, Liam, dear. I'd like to have a chat with Blake here." I left the study.
**Blake's POV**
Iliana bent down and started to clean my nose up. "He is so going to get it tomorrow," I growled.
"He is not going to get anything, young man. It was either him punch you or me," she said. "Listen, dear, it is horrible the way you are treating that poor girl. She hadn't done anything to you."
"But she is so insufferable! She can't do anything right and she had the audacity to talk back to me. How can you say that she hasn't done anything to me?"
She looked at me, as if trying to figure out if I was serious. "Oh, God, you're serious? Blake, that is the worst reason to treat a person horribly that I have ever heard."
Liam ran into the room and shouted, "He slapped her and now her cheek is turning blue!"
"Get out of here, you little pest!" I shouted, standing up.
"Blake sit down!" I grudgingly sat down with my arms folded, grumbling curses under my breath. "I can't believe you actually hit her, but I'll have to check her out later. Right now, I have to deal with you. You're actually mad at this poor girl because she stood up to you? Because she finally showed you that the world does not revolve around you? Blake I am very disappointed in you. I thought that I had taught you better than this, but I guess I was wrong."
"Liam, get out," I said. He scrambled out of the room and I stood up, putting my hands on Iliana's shoulders. "Iliana, you did a great job raising me."
"Then why do you insist on being mean to everyone for no reason?" she asked. I just looked away. "At least do this for me. Promise me you'll start being nice to Isabella." I looked at her doubtfully. "Okay, but at least try to be nicer." She put he hand on my cheek.
I kissed her forehead. "She's so insufferable, so I can't make any promises, but I'll try, but only for you, Iliana."