Something was definitely wrong. Isaac Lahey, the boy who has never been late for anything in his life, was late to pick me up for a date. I picked up my phone and texted him again.
Where the hell are you?
I set it down next to me on the couch waiting for a response. Isaac and I had set these reservations at one of the classiest restaurants in northern California. He was probably more excited about the dinner than I was. And he was late.
On top of that I was sitting in this itchy dress that was way too tight and my toes felt like they were being crushed by these heels. By this time we've already missed our reservation and it was probably given to another couple.
Thing is though, I'm not even mad about that. It was Isaac's idea to go out to a fancy dinner in the first place. I was fine with ordering in and watching Grey's Anatomy until we fell asleep. It was the fact that he didn't even bother to text me saying he was going to be late. He wasn't answering his phone. I'm mad, but I'm also worried.
I picked up my phone to text him again when the front door opened and I nearly jumped out of my skin. Isaac stumbled into my living room with a suit on.
"Jesus, Isaac! You scared the shit out of me!" I got up off the couch and slung my purse of my shoulder. "Where the hell have you been? We missed our reservation-" I was going to keep screaming until I saw his face.
Isaac lifted his head from the ground to defend himself, but all I saw was the gash on his cheek and bruise forming around his eye. I dropped my purse onto the ground and rushed over to him. I reached to touch his cheek and wipe away the drop of blood that was forming on the cut but Isaac pulled away. No, he didn't pull away. He flinched. He thought I was going to hurt him.
"Oh, god- Baby what happened?" I gently took his hand in mine. I wanted to make him feel safe... I didn't want to push him. I saw tears start to form in his eyes and he looked down again. It broke my heart to see him like this. So broken...
I slowly slide my hand to his cheek and wiped the blood that had started to drip. He looked up at me and I saw his warm, forgiving eyes. I can't believe I was mad at him. I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions.
"My dad..." He started to say but his voice got caught in his throat. "He found out I was going out to dinner with you and... I don't know. He flipped out." His voice was shaking along with his hands. I held his hands between mine in attempt to calm him down. His knuckles were bleeding too. My heart hurt. "He knocked me out and locked me in the icebox." He looked down again. "I was going to be early. I wanted to watch you get ready. You're always so cute when you're getting ready." He managed a small smile but I knew he was just doing it for me. He didn't want to smile. He just wanted to show me that he was okay. That it wasn't all bad. But it was.
"Isaac, you should really tell someone about this." I pleaded with him.
"I have. I told you." This always happened to him. It was pretty much a weekly thing now, maybe even more. He should have told someone about this a long time ago but as far as I knew, I was the only one he ever told.
"No, not me. Someone who can help you."
"You help me." He pecked my lips quickly, then my cheek. I only wanted to help him. I wanted to stop him from getting hurt. I hated it when he got hurt.
I took a deep breath. "Let's get you cleaned up, alright?" I suggested and he nodded. I gently pulled him up the stairs to the second floor and to the bathroom. Isaac leaned against the sink as I started to run the bath.
"Y/N, what're you doing?" He asked me. I cupped his face in my hands and kissed him. His lips moved perfectly with mine. Each kiss we had felt like the first. It was still the same spark, it still gave me the same butterflies in the pit of my stomach. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled away. "I'm running us a bath. It's not exactly dinner at a classy restaurant, but I can get some wine, some candles. It can be romantic." I smiled at him and he managed another smile back at me. He nodded.
"Okay."
I pecked his lips again before walking downstairs to grab a bottle of wine and two glasses. On my way back upstairs I grabbed a few candles and a lighter from the closet.
When I came back to the bathroom, music was playing from Isaac's phone on the edge of the sink, and my boyfriend had submerged himself in a bathtub full of bubbles.
I couldn't help but laugh. "Really, Isaac? Bubbles? You hate bubbles."
He smiled a real smile as he watched me set up the candles and light them. "I know, but you love them. It's the least I can do for ruining our dinner date."
I rolled my eyes as I uncorked the wine bottle and poured the red drink into the glasses. Isaac reached for his glass and I handed it to him. I set my glass on the edge of the tub as I put my hair up in a high ponytail, some hair falling down in front of my eyes. Isaac chucked as I attempted to blow the hair out of my face.
"C'mon, love. The water's nice..." He coos at me. I rolled my eyes and started to strip. I noticed Isaac staring and I couldn't help but feel self conscious. Sure; he's seen me naked dozens of times but when he's just watching me get undressed, it made me feel bare and exposed.
"Stop staring; it's making me uncomfortable." I tried to hide myself but Isaac wasn't making it easy.
"Sorry, gorgeous. It's hard not to watch when a Goddess is undressing right in front of you." He grinned, pleased with his cheesy pick-up line. As cheesy as it may be, I couldn't help but blush. He always knew how to make me feel special. How to make me giggle like a schoolgirl.
As the last of my clothes dropped to the floor, I slid into the tub with my boyfriend. I lean back against him and he wraps his arms around my body. It felt nice to be so close to him. I felt like I was protecting him.
"How can you be so light and still make cheesy pickup lines after a night like tonight? How can you stay so happy?" I ask him as he kisses my shoulder.
"Well that's easy, Love." He adjusts himself so his legs pressed against mine. "I just look at you, my beautiful, intelligent, amazing girlfriend and I realize how good I actually have it."
I smiled at his answer and craned my head back to kiss his jawline. I don't know how I got so lucky.
The rest of the night we drank our wine, and talked about meaningless things until we fell asleep to the dull music playing from the bathroom sink.
The way she tells me I'm her's and she's mine,
Open hand or closed fist would be fine,
Blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine.
