I hear a kettle boiling and then going off. I hear the water being poured and then hear someone call my name.

"Isla," A voice whisper.

I slowly open my eyes and see Jonathon standing in front of me.

"Time to wake up sweetheart!" Jonathon whispers again. I cover my face with the doona cover and hide myself. Jonathon quickly moves the cover off me.

"I'm not ready to wake up!" I hiss back at him. I don't want to wake up, I want to stay under these covers and go back to sleep.

"C'mon, you have to eat something..."

"I'm not hungry..." I sulk and go back under the covers.

"Isla..." Jonathon whispers to me. "You have to get up and eat something. It's been three days..."

It's been three days... It's been three days since the incident... It's been three days since it all happened. It's only been three days, but it feels like a year. My ex fiancé and ex best friend decide to get married and humiliate me at the same time. My life has been a whole lie. Or has my relationship been a whole lie. I thought Edward loved me. I thought I loved him. But clearly something has changed. Clearly over the years we've been together, things have changed since he has been fucking my ex best friend behind my back for god knows how long.

"Jonathon..." I take a deep breath. "My life has been turned upside down and into a three sixty. I don't want to eat anything. I'm not hungry. I don't want to do anything but stay in my bed!"

I hold the covers tight.

"Isla, you have to get up!" I could hear Jonathon slowly walk away. I hear a tea cup being placed on the bedside table. "I made you a cup of tea..."

He made me tea. He knew my weakness.

I let go of the covers, slowly taking them off of my face and grab the tea cup. I take a sip and sigh out in relief that it tastes so good.

"Better?" Jonathon asks.

"Better!" I smile back at him.

"So, guess what?"

"I don't want any more surprises or guesses Jonathon!"

"Right... Sorry..." He moves over to my bed and takes a seat next to me. "So, Phillip took care of everything."

"What do you mean everything?" I raise an eyebrow.

"I mean everything," He smiles to me, "He took care of the shoot, took care of the wedding guests, and took care of the venue and getting you back your $10,000 grand back from them. Something about being cruel and horrible entertainers and was planning on suing them. He even took care of you!"

"Took care of me?"

"Yeah, he was the one that found you on the beach. He brought you back..." Jonathon holds my free hand and squeezes it tight. "His been taking care of you. We've been on suicide watch together. His currently resting while I take care of you right now."

I smile at him and let out a sigh. I take another sip of my tea and place the cup back on the bed side table. I move back to laying down, cover myself up and rest my eyes.

"I need some rest..." I let out softly to Jonathon. He nods his head and moves over to the couch, picks up a book and starts to read it.

My eyes droop and I drift off back to sleep.

When I next wake up, I hear Phillip talking to himself. But I slowly realise he is talking to me. I keep my eyes closed and don't dare to move.

"I am so sorry Isla for all that I caused you..." Phillip lets out a sigh. "But I took care of everything, you don't have to worry. Only I was worried. I was worried about you. No one could find you for several hours. We thought you did something..."

Phillip pauses and moves over to my bedside. He sniffles to himself. His crying. Phillip Perkins is crying.

"Don't you dare ever run away from me again Isla Collins..." He grabs my hand that is outside of my covers. "I wouldn't know what to do without you..."

Phillip picks up my hand and kisses the back of it. He places it down, let's go and moves closer to me. He leans over and kisses my forehead. He lingers for a little and then removes his lips from me.

"I don't know what I would do without you Isla Collins. My world wouldn't be the same without you in it" Phillip whispers to me and kisses my forehead again. I slowly move in my sleep and I crawl into a ball.

"You are so cute and adorable when you sleep!" He says to himself.

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Tuesday morning, I get out of bed. I decide today that I want to go back home.

Phillip is shocked to see me out of my bed, freshly showered.

"How you feeling?" He asks.

"I'm ok..." I reply and then move away to get changed.

Once I get changed into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. I chuck my converse on and pack my bags to leave the bed and breakfast.

Much to my surprise and arguing, Phillip Perkins drives my car home. I sit in the passenger seat and the car ride back to Melbourne is quite. We sit in silence with only music playing in the background.

We arrive at my place in Toorak. Phillip swipes my gate key and we drive on through. He doesn't looked surprised at the house. Its old Victorian with a cobbled stone footpath. Roses out the front and green grass. The door is a heavy wooden one with a peep hole. I don't notice the grandness of my place because I'm not permanently living here. It's only a rental.

Phillip carries my bags, I open the door and we enter my place. Its a slight mess, with packing boxes and paper here, there and everywhere. But its cleaner than most places. I tell Phillip to head upstairs and dump my bags in my bedroom. He does, while I make my way to the kitchen and put the kettle on.

A cup of tea keeps a smile on me!

The kettle boils and Phillip enters the kitchen. I pour him a cup first and then I pour myself a cup.

"Milk? Sugar?" I ask Phillip.

"Milk," He informs me. "And do you have honey?"

I nod at him surprised. I grab a teaspoon and add honey to both of our cups of tea and then a dash of milk in each. I hand him over his cup and then grab my own. He nods a thank you and takes a sip. His eyes close as he takes a sip. I finally notice the massive bugs under his eyelids. He is clearly tired.

"I never knew you had honey in your tea?" Phillip points out to me.

"Neither, for you," I smiled at him, removing the cup from my lips. "Thought you wouldn't want sugar or honey in your tea."

"Why? Because I'm British, I have to have tea with only milk..." He stares at me.

"No, I didn't mean it like that..." I let out a sigh. "Don't worry."

He stares at me. I take another sip of my tea and move around my kitchen island. I move over to the lounge room and slump down onto my couch. Phillip shortly follows and sits next to me. I stare and smile at Phillip and he stares back with a smile. I take another sip of my tea and then place it down onto the coffee table. I look around the table and pick up the remote for my tv.

"Do you want to watch a movie?" I ask Phillip, breaking the silence.

"Yeah, I would love that!" He smiled at me. I moved off the couch and walked over to the bookshelf with DVD's and Blu-Ray.

"What do you want to watch?" I look through the selection of movies as I wait for a reply.

"Anything. I don't mind..."

I turn my head around to him. "Favourite movie?"

"Pardon?" He politely asks back.

"Quick, what's your favourite movie?"

"Pirates of the Caribbean, without a doubt!" He replies and then backs into the couch.

"Pirates of the Caribbean? That's your favourite movie?"

"Yes..." He slowly leans forward.

"Out of all the movies in the world it's Pirates of the Caribbean?" I scoff at him.

"Why what's yours?"

"Don't get me wrong, it's a fantastic movie, well movie series. But Star Wars or Harry Potter without a doubt are my favourite movies. And I can't pick between them."

"Then why are you complaining?" He stands up off the couch and starts to walk closer to me. I turn my head and body back around and look through the selection of DVDs.

"I'm not..." I say back. I finally find Pirates of the Caribbean and I pick it out. I suddenly feel a breathe on my neck and then a pair of hands grabbing my waist. "What are you doing?" I whisper.

Phillip doesn't reply with words. Only actions.

He kisses my shoulder. He takes a nibble at it and then moves up to my neck. Slowly he moves up to my ear lobe and nibbles on that. I let out a faint moan but quickly shut my mouth. I could feel Phillip smirking as I moaned. He knew I was enjoying this and so was he. Phillip uses his hands on my waist and turns me around. He pushes me up against the bookshelf and kisses my jaw line, then follows it to my lips.

His lips crush onto mine, wanting and needing my lips. His are urgent. But I push him away. I look away from him without making eye contact.

"Phillip, I can't..." I let out slowly and softly. "Not now. Not like this..."

"But do you want this to happen?" He leans forward and whispers into my ear. I shiver at his voice.

"I..." I stuttered. "I don't know..."

Phillip moves away from me quickly and assess the situation. He looks up and down at me. I cross my arms and leave my head down, facing the ground. I'm too shy. I'm too scared. I don't know what I want to do anymore.

I don't give him any eye contact. And he notices. He moves over to me, puts his hands to my chin and tilts my head up. We finally have eye contact. A small tear beads out of my eye lid, down my cheek and he wipes it away.

"I'm scared Phillip..." I let out softly.

"I know..." He pulls me in close and hugs me. I wrap my arms around him and hug him tight.

Phillip slowly moves his arms; he picks me up from under my legs and carries me upstairs to my bedroom. He gently drops me down onto my bed and tucks me in tight. He starts to walk away, but I grab his wrist.

"Stay..." I let out. "Please stay"

He doesn't say anything, but he takes his shoes off and moves around the other side of the bed and hops under the covers with me. He moves one arm around me and cuddles me. We sleep in silence.,

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