"Isabella, give me your hand," yelled a panic-stricken Gordon. Isabella tried to clutch at everything but the slopes were too steep and she couldn't get a grip. Gordon flung his whole body towards her and caught both her hands. He wound his legs around the trunk of a tree to get a grip and pulled with all his might."Isabella, don't give up. Get a grip with your legs. I've got you," he yelled. Isabella sobbed with fright. She didn't want to die. The steep slopes went all the way down and one look had her panicking more. Gordon pulled her with all the strength he had in him and finally succeeded, both panting hard. He pulled her towards him and wrapped her in his arms, hugging her close. Isabella sobbed in his arms, too frightened to speak. He wiped her tears away, trying to comfort her to the best of his abilities."I'm here for you Isabella. See? You're safe.

Weston peeped inside, his heart thundering in his chest with apprehension. Would she talk to him? He had committed a lot of crimes but he was never so nervous as he was now. Isabella turned from her closet and her eyes fell upon a fidgety Weston standing inside her room. Her mouth hung open seeing him and not Hudson as she had expected to see. "Isabella, " started Weston nervously but Isabella whirled around and turned her back to him. She was too hurt by his behavior. "Go back to your precious Fiona. I've nothing to say to you, Weston, " she told him, her voice hoarse and broken. She wasn't ashamed of it. She was hurting and had cried herself to sleep last night. She had expected Weston to believe her and it hurt when he seemed to trust Fiona more than her. 

Weston took a shower finally and wearing his clothes, he walked into Isabella's room with a shit-eating grin on his face.Isabella was busy scribbling into her diary when she saw him enter her room. She panicked immediately and shut her diary quickly. "Weston, can't you knock before entering?" She asked him with a frown. His grin broadened hearing her words. "Why should I? You're mine therefore your room's mine too and so is your diary," he pointed out."No, my diary isn't yours. It's only mine. Don't you think of touching it ever," she warned him but his grin widened further which made her a little suspicious. "So what were you writing? About me?" He asked her, coming up behind her. Isabella blushed and tried to hide her diary. Weston chuckled at her cutenes

Excited beyond words, Isabella rushed to open her balcony door. The moment she opened it, Weston entered her room, closing the door after him. He turned and simply pulled Isabella into his arms, holding her tightly to his body."Happy birthday, Isabella, " he whispered, his arms almost lifting her off the ground like she didn't weigh anything at all. Isabella clung to him, her face into his neck, inhaling him, feeling his presence. It seemed like a dream come true. She just couldn't believe that he was really here. He hadn't forgotten her birthday, after all. When she had given up all hope of seeing him, he had arrived to wish her. "I missed you, Weston. I was waiting for you," she mumbled into his neck."I know," he said, still holding her. "I've got something for you," he whispered, releasing her and placing

To Isabella's relief, Hudson came rushing out of his room after hearing the crash and so did their parents. They all rushed outside to the place where Isabella had seen the motorcycle and its rider. They froze seeing Weston lying with his motorcycle, unable to move. "Wes? What the hell are you doing here in the middle of the night?" Asked his mom, panicking at the sight of him. He was sitting on the road with the motorcycle lying a few feet away. "Wait, honey. People are sleeping, " said their dad. He and Hudson rushed towards Weston who was staring at Isabella as she stood frozen watching him with a horrified expression on her face. "Have you broken any bones, Wes?" Asked Hudson. Weston shook his head. "No, just a sprain may be," he shrugged. The