Craved

Chapter 14.

Isaac POV. 

Bag in hand, and looking as adorable as ever, she quickly pecks me on the lips. 

“Have a great day,” she says, and I tell her the same back, unable to contain my large smile. Emmett replaced her in the seat in front of me, but as soon as she left, he did too, and I looked at him quizzically as he ran after her. 

I take my coffee and walk to the kitchen to look out of the window in front of the sink. Emmett walks up to her, and I watch as her chest moves as she chuckles, but then her mood changes when her eyebrows pull together. I know she is mad when she puts her hands on hips, an unconscious move she does when she’s mad. Her mouth hangs open as Emmett continues talking which only add confusion to her expression. 

I place my coffee down and take a step closer to the window when I see her neck and cheeks redden- a sign she was about to cry, but before I could even leave my post, she turns on her heels, heading to her car. 

Why was she about to cry? What was he saying that made her feel upset?

All of these emotions were overwhelming. Since I met her, I wanted to me so many things for her, one of them was that I wished to be her protector. I wanted to protect her from all the creeps who stared at her as she worked at the bar, protect her from getting hurt from the red-headed prick, protect her from her family- especially her father, and now I wanted to protect her from Emmett. 

Emmett stands there for a moment looking dumbfounded, watching her drive out of the driveway quickly before he heads back inside. 

I close my eyes and take a deep breath, only opening them when I hear the front door close when Emmett enters back inside. 

“What happened?” I asked, almost immediately. What was he saying to almost make her cry? 

“I had to speak to her,” he responds, brushing me off. 

“About what?” I spit. 

“About…” he sighs. “About the two of you.” 

“What about it?” I ask, defensively. I leave my coffee on the counter to take a step closer to him.

“I don’t like it.” 

I was seeing red. The audacity. 

“And you told her that?” 

“And some more…” he admits. 

“What the f**k did you say to her?” I feel my whole face harden. 

“That I don’t think the two of you should be together,” Emmet says, blatantly.

You have got to be kidding me. 

“Why?” I say with an unusual calm tone. “What’s your reasoning?” 

“I can’t see the both of you hurt like that again.” He sighs. “I can’t see her like that again.” He shakes his head. 

“So what? You told her to break up with me?” 

“I just told her I think it would be best if you weren’t together.” 

“That’s not it, is it?” I speak. I knew he was hiding something, and my suspicion was confirmed when he looked away from my face. The blood in my body was boiling underneath my skin.

“You’re an addict,” he states. 

“Tell me something I don’t know-” 

“I think you’re addicted to her,” he cuts me off. 

My thought process is stopped in its tracks, and I stare back at him, when my composer breaks, and I burst out in laughter. 

“You’re joking, right?” I laugh. 

I listen to him sigh again and look at me all knowing. 

“f**k you,” I say. “And how f*****g dare you,” I spit. 

How dare he accuse me of such idiotic things. Asshole. 

I clench my hand at my sides. He’s planted in her head that she should leave me, and now she’s at work probably contemplating it. I won’t let us fall apart again. 

I leave Emmett where he is and walk to my room, grabbing a small backpack and a duffle bag and filling the backpack up with clothes. As I fill the backpack, I began making a plan. We would go to my family’s vacation house. I’ll get Alison from work, and we will just go for the week, or the month or the year… or the rest of our lives… I just needed to be with her. I needed to be with her to remind her that we belong together. I needed to be with her and make her forget about Emmett’s words. Once I was done filling the bag, I went to Alison’s room, grabbing the things I knew she would need, paying more attention to the items I was grabbing.

“What are you doing?” Emmett asks from her bedroom door. 

“We’re going away for a little bit.” 

“We?” 

“Ali and I!” I almost shout. “I’m not going to let you tear us apart.” 

I filled the duffle bag until it was bursting at the zipper. I didn’t know what she would want but I wanted her to be prepared. I kept the backpack on my bag and held the duffle bag at my side, stepping aside Emmett to walk to the front door. 

“If you love her, you will let her be,” Emmett says when I was about to open the front door. 

That was the last straw. 

I dropped the duffle bag and turned walking quickly towards him, and before I could register what I was about to do, my fist collides with his jaw. He’s left shocked at my actions but before he could get in another word, I pick up the duffle bag and exit the house. 

When I’m in my car I shake out my right hand, already knowing that the punch would leave a killer bruise along my knuckles. 

As I drove to Last Words, I called Owen, practically begging him for the favour of letting her stay away with me and thankfully he was fine with it. The next problem was calling Stevie-Rae. She knew my family and the influence we had on businesses. This would be the only time I enjoyed abusing my family name. Stevie wasn’t pleased but she would have to be fine with it for the week, and I honestly couldn’t give a f**k. Alison was the most important thing in my life, and I would do anything for her.

The thought of losing her again to the words of Emmett made me angry, and I refused to let that happen. He was her best friend. His words meant something to her, and she would no doubt listen. He was her protector who had known her for years. 

I parked the car in haste at the front of Last Words, practically running inside just so I could see her. She sat at the front desk with her head in her hand, with the computer casting shadows on her face.