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Dedication: Call_Me_Mango for the awesome cover! Thank you!

Recap:

I ran into his arms, burying my face into his chest.

"Thank God you're here."

"Are you okay?"

I looked up at him, through my tears.

"I don't know what I would do without you."

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My body was trembling as we drove.

Isaac was silent beside me. He had one hand resting lazily on the wheel, the other in his thigh, where his fingers were tapping restlessly.

My fingers trailed over my lips as I stared out the window. I knew Owen liked me, but I never thought he would do this. I thought he was one of the good guys. I had just felt like opening up to him, and this happens.

A tear slid down my cheek. I hastily wiped it away as I cowered into the window.

Turning my phone on, I slid it into my pocket. Right now, I did not want to hear from Owen, my so-called 'friend', Marissa or my possibly-not-dead best friend. I just needed it all to stop. I could only take so much.

Isaac pulled into his driveway and cut the engine. We both remained in our seats.

"Would you like to stay here tonight?" he asked, his voice quiet.

"Yes," I whispered, my voice breaking.

"Okay."

He removed himself from the car. Within seconds, he was opening my door. He leaned in, unbuckled my seat belt and slid his fingers through mine. He pulled me up. As we walked towards his house, I glanced down at our hands, which were entwined together.

Casey's face flashed in my mind and I pulled my hand from Isaac's instantly.

He glanced at me, but I didn't respond. I followed him through the house.

"Do you want to take a shower or just go straight to sleep?" he questioned.

I wanted, nothing more, than to have a shower right now but I didn't have any clothes. I bit my lip, glancing down at the floor. "I have no clothes here."

"You can borrow a shirt of mine, or even mum's clothes?"

"They're asleep, aren't they?" I asked, considering the house was pitch black.

"My shirt it is, then."

He walked into his room. I heard him bump around for a few moments, before he emerged, holding a black shirt. I blinked at him, wordlessly taking it from him. I have never worn Isaac's shirts before. I practically lived in Casey's.

It felt weird to wear his brother's.

"You remember the way?" he asked, leaning against the door frame.

"Yeah."

I padded down the hallway, feeling his eyes on me. I slipped into the room. I leaned against the door. Slowly, I lifted the shirt to me and inhaled. I squeezed my eyes shut. Their scent was similar. It was like having a shirt from Casey's back, in my hands.

My heart clenched. My eyes burned.

Placing the shirt down, I shed my clothes and hopped into the shower. The water droplets mingled with my tears as I stood on there, crying silently. After a minute or so, I removed myself from the shower, toweled off and tugged Isaac's shirt over my head.

It felt comfortable, falling over my skin. It was soft. It smelled like him. It also, smelled like Casey.

It was confusing.

After hanging the towel up, I wandered back to Isaac's room.

He went and had a shower straight after me. As I waited, I walked further down the hall and entered Casey's room. Well, the room that would have been Casey's if he was here. The bed was made. Everything was tidy.

I walked in and sat on the bed. It didn't feel like Casey's room. If Casey was here, it wouldn't be this tidy. He would have it set up differently. This didn't feel like his room at all. Well, it wasn't. It hadn't technically been his room.

"You son of a bitch," I said aloud, shaking my head. "You selfish, son of a bitch."

I stood, my lips spreading into a thin line.

"You left me." I let out a breath, blinking back more tears. "I hate you. I will never forgive you."

With that, I strode from his room. I marched into Isaac's room and crawled into his bed. As I laid on my back, I turned and inhaled the scent lingering on his pillows. I had missed the masculine scent. I gripped the pillow and hugged it to me.

Not long later, Isaac wandered back into the room.

"Oh," he said. "You're staying in here? That's cool, I'll just go-"

"Come here," I said softly.

"Hmm?"

"Come here," I repeated.

Shutting the door behind him, he crawled into bed beside me. Letting out a breath I hadn't realised I had been holding, I reached out, my fingers grazing his skin. He was warm, from the shower.

He rolled over, so that he was on his side, facing me.

I could hear his even breathing.

"What happened tonight?" he asked me, his voice a mere whisper.

I didn't reply straight away. I trailed my fingers down his chest, thinking back to the many times I did that very move to his brother. I never thought I would be in bed with Isaac. A couple of years ago, the idea would be insane.

It's crazy how everything has changed.

"Owen."

"What did he do?" he asked, catching my hand with his. He began to rub the back of my hand with his thumb, making circular patterns.

"He tried to kiss me. I told him to stop," I whispered, my voice sounding strained. "He didn't like me saying no."

Isaac let out a growl-like sound. "I told you I didn't like him."

"I didn't like him much either, but we'd become friends... I didn't think he would do something like this."

"He was obsessed with you, Sadie. He is obsessed with you."

"I didn't know he was seriously obsessed, though," I pointed out. "I thought he just really liked me."

"He probably felt like he had to have you," Isaac murmured absently.

"He didn't have any right to feel that way. I didn't want him back."

"I hope not."

I fell silent as I focused on the movement of Isaac's thumb.

"He would be crazy not to like you."

"Let's just stop talking about him," I whispered wearily, ignoring the swelling of my heart inside my chest at his words.

"Okay."

Pulling my hand from his, I reached up to his face, cupping my hand around it. His jaw felt the same as Casey's. His face angles were so similar.

"Sadie," he whispered, his voice sounding slightly husky.

"Yes?"

He moved closer to me. I could feel his hot breath on my face. Swallowing, I leaned my head back.

Slowly, he lowered his face to mine. He pressed his lips against my own. A shiver ran down my spine. Even his kiss reminded me of Casey.

It was almost as if they were the same person.

His mouth possessively dominated mine. His arm snaked around my body, pulling me closer to him. I let my body melt into him. This is what I had been craving. I wanted Casey's touch. I wanted Casey's love. In this moment, it felt like Isaac was Casey. It felt like what I had been yearning for, was finally here.

The kiss developed into something far hungrier. He moved his lips, to my cheek, down to my jaw, across to my neck. His teeth nipped at my exposed neck, causing me to gasp. He bit me softly and I whimpered.

He moved his lips, leaving a soft trail of kisses from my neck, down to my collarbones. In one fluid movement, he yanked the t-shirt I was wearing over my head. My heart slammed inside my chest. Other than a pair of underwear, I had nothing on underneath.

His lips moved down my chest and I let out a moan as his lips sucked against my skin. His hands began caressing the sensitive parts of my body. I arched my back, wanting him to kiss me harder.

"Sadie," he groaned, his hand gripping my thigh. "I have wanted this for so long."

Even his voice sounded like Casey. I blinked, feeling dizzy. I was disorientated. I was beginning to question where I was and who I was really with. It felt like I was with Casey... I wanted to be with Casey...

He slammed his lips back to mine. His hips ground against mine. His fingers slipped in between my skin and the fabric of my underwear. I pulled my lips from his, panting.

"Am I going too fast?" he asked, breathlessly.

"No," I whispered. "Maybe..." I frowned. "Yes..." I groaned, flopping back against the bed. "I don't know. I haven't done this for so long... I'm sorry-"

"Shh," he said soothingly, pressing his finger to my lips. "It's okay."

I buried my face in my hands, completely mortified. This was such a weird situation.

This was Casey's brother. I couldn't do this.

He rolled back onto his side. We were both breathing heavy.

He reached out and began to run his fingers from my neck, over my chest and down my stomach. He continued to do that for some time, until my breathing evened out.

He laid on his back and I inched over to him, laying my head onto his chest. I listened to the steady beat of his heart as I willed myself to fall to sleep.

I definitely didn't know the night was going to end like this.

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My eyes felt heavy with exhaustion as I woke the next morning.

Blinking profusely, my surroundings slowly came into focus. I had a slight head ache and my body felt heavy with sleep. Reeling into sitting position, I stared around. I was in an unfamiliar room. It took a few moments, for last night's episode to click into place. My cheeks burned bright red as I glanced down at my almost-naked body. My mouth fell open and I quickly fumbled to get Isaac's shirt back over my head.

Last night, I made out and almost slept with Isaac. Casey's brother. Oh my God.

I got to my feet, my heart racing. I was so confused. Did I like Isaac? Or was it just because he reminded me so much of Casey?

I don't know how I feel. I'm attracted to him, sure, I just don't know if it's for the right reasons.

Quickly going to the bathroom, I washed my face, before braiding my hair. I padded downstairs, to see Anita standing in the kitchen, making breakfast.

It was bizarre to come down into the kitchen, wearing nothing but her son's shirt. I had, many times before, but it was the other brother. The one that used to be alive.

Things were very different now.

"Hello, dear," she greeted, beaming at me. "How did you sleep?"

"Good, actually," I confessed, collapsing onto the closest chair. "The best I've slept in a long time."

"Everything okay?" she asked, a look of concern etched onto her face. "When you rang Isaac last night, he said you sounded very distressed."

"I'm okay now," I said firmly. "Just was a very confusing night."

"I'm glad you trusted Isaac enough to call him. I know it meant a lot to him."

I gave her a small smile as I placed my chin into my hand.

"Where is he, if I may ask?"

"I don't know, he wasn't here when I woke up," she said, frowning. She opened her mouth a few times, and closed it. I gave her a quizzical stare.

"He's been very... distant," she trailed off. "Lately, he has been so moody. One minute, he's happy, the next he's upset. He stays out all hours of the night, sleeps half the day away. He goes alright, then he goes out of control, then he goes alright again... I just don't know how to help him." She let out a sigh, rubbing her face. "Being around you helps. He has a purpose. Someone to confide in."

When I came over last, he seemed quite relaxed and nonchalant. He didn't seem moody and distant at all. I guess there are two sides to everyone.

"I feel the same way," I nodded. "He is the only person I feel understands half of what I've been through."

"I'm glad you've found each other." she agreed. Silence fell between us and I chewed my lip, looking down at the bench top. "Would you like some breakfast?"

"Oh, no thanks," I said. "I might just go have a shower, if that's alright?"

"Of course! You know where it is?"

"Yep," I smiled. "Thanks."

I mounted the stairs and made my way into Isaac's room. I grabbed my clothes and turned on my phone, just as I left his room. I showered quickly and dressed in what I wore to the party last night.

Wringing my hair out, I hung up the towel and re-entered Isaac's room. I glanced at my phone, to see I had three missed calls from Marissa. I picked it up, ready to call her back, when my phone began ringing.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Thank God!" Marissa cried. "Where the hell are you?"

"I'm at Isaac's house," I explained. "Look, last night-"

"You won't believe what has happened!" she exclaimed and that was the moment, I realised she was crying. I felt my body tense.

"What?"

"Owen!"

I grimaced, hearing his name. "What?"

"Something's happened."

"Go on."

"I'm at the hospital. Owen's been bashed."

I felt the blood drain from my face. "W-what?"

"Sadie, I have to ask," she hiccuped. "Did you have anything to do with this?"

"What? Me? How could I have done this?"

"Because..." she trailed off. "Owen told me his attacker said if he ever touched you again, they were going to kill him."

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What do you think of what happened between Sadie and Isaac? Do you think she likes him, or is it just about Casey?

And what do you think about someone attacking Owen? Any guesses who it could have been? ;)

My completed stories (as of January 2017):

-The Best Thing For Me

-Downright Delinquents

-Childhood Sweethearts

My on-going stories (as of January 2017):

-Faithless

-Chasing Casey

-Coach's Number One