Love Made Me Do It

5. Things Happen

"It's okay Mom." Isabella soothed her mother through soft whispers.

Just like a trigger, her mother pulled on to her daughter's words, Pamela's eyes widening, just a cold splash of realization of who she was holding right in her arms.

As if bitter venom surged in her mouth, Pamela's mouth scrunched looking at Isabella's face. The same hand Isabella was soothing now forced a slam on Isabella's face making her stumble down with utter force, hitting her head on the corner of the bench.

It did hurt like a b***h but the throbbing pain of her head bleeding and cheek stinging was nothing compared to being traumatized by her own mother.

"You b***h, how are you still alive. Why didn't they kill you. They killed my love for you but why not you." She began yelling, attacking Isabella ahead but before she could've dodged her the nurse grabbed on to Pamela, calling on to the station to send in another one.

"Let me kill her and everyone will be safe. Just kill her." Pamela yelled in to void with eyes blood shot, trying to escape the hold of the nurses.

Holding her tears back, Isabella rushed out. Her head bleeding and cheek bruised red turning purple.

Two ward boys rushed towards her but she ignored everyone. Just wanting to get away from the place that gave her two minutes of happiness and an eternity of pain.

She slammed the car door loudly sitting back inside her Range Rover.

Thick blood tricking slowly down her forehead.

She yelled out loud in thin air inside her car, tears crawling down. Agony, pain, anger. A mixture of emotions filled inside her heart all letting out as she yelled slamming the car wheel over and over again.

It happened again and it kept happening whenever she visited her mentally delusional, stated medically schizophrenic mother.

Who was just as normal as the sun in summers.

Isabella remembered that unfortunate year of her life when everything began scrolling downwards.

She always spent every summer, holidays and New Years back in Cherwood at her parents as letting her go to Stanford was her biggest blessing that she was thankful for.

It was her first Christmas away from her family. It was her last year and she was clouded with her thesis work. Her supervisor had put up extra expectations from her. She was the brightest student in her entire batch, with a CGPA of 3.98, she was prodigy in her Major, Physics and her thesis research was already catching a lot of buzz from all around the science community of the University.

But being a hardworking student she didn't deficit herself off a good time. She was a member of a sorority, the science club, a well known mathlete all around her university. Her best friends Cheryl and Ansel; her roommate and the gay kid from the science club were the only two people she was the closest to.

She celebrated her first Christmas without her parents with her friends in a local bar, near their sorority community.

They did nothing more than drinking, eating and making fun of drunk guys from their college who tried singing dumb stumbling to Karaokes.

While she was sitting at the corner rounded table next to the old space pin ball machine where Ansel's roommate and another one of her friend Jim was hanging onto the machine, Isabella, the pretty tall cherry redded hair with grey eyes and her signature leather boots, apple of everyone's eye Cheryl sat enjoying a good night.

"You guys up for Karaoke next?" They heard a deep voice vibrating towards their way.

They looked up only to the see two most mesmerizing pair of green eyes staring right into their souls.

Being the sexually driven and confident about her body one, Cheryl already set up her mind about leaving home with the random handsome.

While being the shy and confused one, Isabella shyly gulped, turning her gaze away from the young man's burning one's that seemed to burn right through her body. She looked at Cheryl who was mentally already mouth f*****g the guy.

"Well why not?" Ansel chimed in. 

He was a tall, lean guy with a squared jaw and a button nose that women loved the look of but too bad for them he was a queer.

"Yeah we've been sitting here for a while." Cheryl shrugged, placing her elbows on the table, flashing her perky Double D breasts to the handsome boy.

Isabella noticed his facial features, that screamed perfection and chimed with exhilaration with reflection that he seemed clean and sophisticated with his flashing Jacob & Co. Watch that Isabella had a keen recognition of as she once saw her ex-boyfriend, Alexander owning one such piece.

His muscles were bulging right out of of sweat shirt that hugged his huge build of above six feet, his pecs clearly defined, even a hint of his abs evident through the shirt.

"Then why don't you guys go over there and give me sometime with the beauty?" He smirked flashing off his plum lips making Isabella blush deep red.

Cheryl smirked with a cocky expression, there was nothing more than her best friend getting laid, that she ever wanted.

She tried setting Isabella up with several of her friends but she lost all hope with Isabella's low enthusiasm towards boys and relationships.

She always showed that she was focused on her career while deep within she couldn't lie to herself about being afraid of being played again.

"Of course. She's all yours." Cheryl smirked getting up and raising her hands up in air to leave with Ansel and Isabella behind with the handsome stranger.

Isabella gulped mentally mocking her friend's cognitive abilities of leaving her behind with a strangely vague handsome stranger that could be a potential serial criminal for all she had her paranoia about.

The stranger slid right next to Isabella maintaining a safe distance, noticing Isabella's awkwardly uncomfortable-ness.

"Aron.." He offered his hand.

She looked down for a while and finally gave in, shaking his hand, "Isabella..."

"Doesn't that mean beauty?" he smirked lingering his touch over her soft clasped hand between his.

Isabella gulped shyly, "Yeah, that's what they say." She shrugged, removing her hand from his grip.

"Post Grad, took a gap year." He began with introduction.

The way he put forth his information instead of weirdly jumping to s****l rendezvous or talking about weird hobbies or fantasies, what might seem boring to other girls, felt normal and safe to Isabella.

"Under grad, last year, Major in physics." She chimed back at him.

"Woah! Hold it there." The guy acted defensively, "Major? That's too much. I mean what are you planing on trapping me with a child by getting pregnant?"

Isabella laughed lightly understanding his sarcasm.

"Oh pregnancy is nothing, I always drag up to marriage with half of what you own. Including organs that I would later use in my voodoo magic."

Aron chimed with laughter, genuinely happy to find someone who understands his humor that other girls usually find offensive. Looking at Isabella from a distance, across the bar, the way her eyes gleamed and her smile beaming, he wanted to talk to the girl who was able to capture his heart in just one look.

They spent the rest of the evening, talking, sharing their thoughts about anything that randomly came to their minds. Isabella never felt such drawn by any man's personality in the past seven years but Aron was just perfect to be the way she thought a man should be.

Never letting her get bored and always making a conversation.

They walked back to her sorority, where they stood outside the house, under the street lamppost.

"I should probably get going." She smiled slightly bitting her bottom lip nervously. Aron stepped ahead closing the space between them to almost zero, letting them both breathe the same air.

"I wish to extend this night far as possible." He mumbled softly.

She smiled back softly, tugging her long straight layers of hair behind her ears that she had dyed streaks of blond on Cheryl's insistence.

"I had a great time." She admitted shyly finally letting her walls down realizing, all it takes is giving it a natural try and going with the flow.

"I would like to have a great time tomorrow as well." He admitted.

"You'd have to give me your number for that."

"How about we do it old fashion? Tomorrow at 7, I'll pick you up at the same place. If I don't show up..."

He started walking backwards, extending his arms in air, making Isabella look at his with amusement.

"It's either I died or I'm out of my mind. But don't forget Aron Markos."

He winked at her and turned over his heels leaving, yelling one last time, "Tomorrow at seven."

She laughed richly, with a bright smile beaming her face walking back inside her sorority where three girls already lined up looking hungrily at the handsome boy and Isabella.

"Who was that guy and why didn't you kiss him?" one of them yelled as soon as Isabella stepped in.

Rolling her eyes she walked towards her room, "Not telling a single word."

"Cheryl's gonna tell us anyways." another one laughed making Isabella laugh as well.

Her smile was nowhere near settling down when she walked up the stairs but her sorority president stopped her midways.

"Isabella... Your mom called on the house phone like three times. She was freaking out again."

"I forgot my phone in my room, I'll call her. Thanks."

Isabella shrugged thinking about how her parents freak out every time she doesn't respond to their calls and it wasn't the first time happening.

Walking inside her room, she picked up her phone and saw fifty-eight calls missrd M by her mother.

Rolling her eyes with a small smile she dialed her mother's phone only to get a whimpering voice of her mother on the other side.

Her father had passed away in an accident.

She rushed that night to the bus station and took the first bus back home. Reaching for her mother at the hospital, where she stood outside the morgue house crying over her husband's dead body.

Isabella held her mother who cried in her arms.

That was the first of many Christmases where Isabella began loosing control over her life. But back then she gave it to her catholic believes that it was God's will to take her father away from her.

While her mother stayed lost and disoriented Isabella looked after everything, from funerals to expenses.

She stayed by her mother's side who fell sick and she helped her gain some perspective of things happening around.

Even though she was never prepared for any such situation, Isabella still emerged stronger than ever or anything.

Sensing her mother's condition wasn't the one in which she could've been left alone, Isabella decided to freeze her semester. While she was preparing for the procedure hiding things from her mother, she went to her father's office to collect some data and files, her mother read through her stuff and found out about Isabella's motives.

"You're not going to leave college." Her mother yelled at her, once Isabella reached home from office.

Rolling her eyes in exhaustion, Isabella realized that her mother found out about her motives.

"Mom that's the only way I can stay here." She argued removing her coat and walking back into the kitchen from where she heard her mother yelling.

Their house was shining with cleanliness. Although Isabella was trying her best to keep the place clean, yet with the sudden load of responsibilities she was still coping with the entire situation and trying to manage between her house, father's business and things back at college.

She had already taken three weeks off her new semester, lacking behind her work, her supervisor's emails were piling up while she chose to ignore her friend's questions about her next step which was taking some time off.

"You don't need to stay here." Her mother cleaned off the kitchen and argued.

"Mom you need to rest." Isabella worried, looking at her mother scrunching through the entire kitchen.

"I've rest enough. I need to get back on my feet and need to be on my own."

"But mom..." , Isabella argued but Pamela cut her off.

"No... It's your last semester, go and complete that degree which was your dream, your father would have never let that happen and I would never be able to show him my face if I didn't let you achieve your dreams. It's all about a few months."

"But dad's office."

"He had employees who did major of his work. You need to go back. I'll handle everything."

Her mother's enthusiasm and smile that Isabella saw after several weeks was something she didn't want to bruise by staying back or arguing and just like every time she gave in without knowing that the next time she would she her mother nothing would ever stay the same.

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"What happened to your head?" Alexander asked Isabella.

Who laid back on the bed, huffing out in waving breaths trying to come down from her raging o****m.

While Alexander fixed himself up against the head board, he grabbed Isabella's nape and pulled her back to lay her head on his lap.

She closed her eyes, avoiding to see his face right after he had been inside her and devoured her body to wrench her taste inside his mouth.

He began patting through her hair and lit up a cigarette.

"Visited the old lady again?" Alexander asked when he realized that Isabella wasn't going to answer him.

"You need to back down on her." He recommended while her blood boiled at his audacity to comment on her personal life.

"She doesn't even recognize you and thinks you're the enemy..."

Isabela shot straight up, her blood boiling, she decided it's best to ignore Alex before she burst open his head with the table side lamp.

She was about to leave when he harshly grabbed her elbow and pulled her back to face him.

Adjusting the cigarette at the corner of his lips, he blew a small smoke at the other corner while he removed strands off Isabella's face and held her chin to make her look at him.

His jaw was tensed with Isabella trying to defy him again and being stubborn just as ever.

"Never do that again."

He held a chunk of her hair and pulled her closer.

"You just f**k me. Keep it till that." She whispered slowly looking into his dark oceanic eyes.

He smirked, clenching her hair tighter in his grip and pulling her closer, removing the cigarette with his free hand, he positioned her and laid her down with her head resting near the foot of the bed.

Parting her legs away, he pulled her closer, position her entrance right near his crotch.

He leaned down, hoisting his face right over hers. He captured her mouth in a sensual kiss.

The kind that felt different than his usual, dominating rough kisses. It was soft, passionate and more giving than demanding. He just let their lips touch waiting for the right time for Isabella to respond and open her mouth.

She was taken aback by his sensual behavior, he usually held her chin and guided her for a kiss but he wasn't holding her face.

While his one hand was waving through her light locks his other hand caressed her breasts, gentler than Isabella could ever remember.

Knowing her erogenous point right side to her n*****s he gently squeezed the spot making her moan, letting her open her mouth and gently entering inside her mouth, smirking with his first victory of breaking her egoistic nature, letting his tongue endeavor her mouth.

He let his tongue go deep, f*****g her mouth, his d**k growing harder with every passing second.

He pulled away letting Isabella gasp to breathe in a chunk for her dying lungs.

Attacking her breasts, he sucked harder than ever on her n*****s, as she moaned and screamed, struggling underneath him, pulling hard on to the sheats. He smirked, waiting for Isabella's second stubborn behavior to die.

He crawled his hand gently towards her clit and began rubbing her softly at first.

Her toes curled and eyes rolled back inside her skull. Her eyes shut close, making her bite her lips harshly, trying to hold back the moan that came out as a groan.

He began leaving soft kissed down her body, reaching for her navel, grabbing onto her slim waist and licking deep down, making a sulking sound that sent Isabella's hormones off the hook.

Smirking, he pulled his face between her legs and tasted corners, pulling and sucking points and places which even Isabella didn't know existed.

She waved over a huge groan, her body preparing to jump at the spark of o****m until Alexander pulled his face back and grabbed her arm to pull her up.

Feeling cold splashed like water all over her body, her clit itched for her unreleased o****m.

But looking at Alexander's smirking face she knew exactly what he wanted and he exactly got that.

He positioned himself against the hardboard and pulled Isabella's face right in front of his crotch.

She didn't hold back, she didn't had the audacity to, neither the strength. So she let him guide his c**k deep inside her throat, making her chock with each time he reached the behind of her throat.

With one final blow, he loaded himself inside her mouth and pulled her over his lap.

Entering inside her, he held her waist and guided her to ride him, endeavoring his face between her bouncing breasts.

"f**k, it feels so good being inside you." he mumbled into her ear, biting her earlobe, earning another moan from her.

She kept her hands to her side but as she felt her o****m reaching she couldn't hold herself back and wrapped her arms around Alexander which was the first time she did that.

He smirked with his face against her skin on her chest, as he felt her hands smoothening his hair. 

Once they both came together. He pulled himself out and laid Isabella down, patting her head gently.

"I know exactly what makes a woman beg for a good f**k. They're just petty little creatures who need a little attention. Don't give your mother much attention."

He mumbled softly into her ear and patted her to sleep.

She closed her eyes not wanting to give him another reply knowing it won't end up good for her.

So she closed her eyes and let another day pass by, knowing that nothing would change.

She usually wondered if things would've been the same if she ever met that guy again from the bar.

But she knew that things would've been entirely different if she didn't had to go home that night and her father still would've been alive.