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An Old

I S A B E L L A

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he leave me?

All those times he's wanted me to stay and the only time I ask him... he leaves. Maybe he's had enough of me as well. I did say all that stuff to him, maybe I shouldn't have. My heart hurts so much right now, my head hurts, everything is so awful. I'm even burdening myself... How unbelievable.

I didn't want to think about anything my mom said to me... I don't know why I'm still calling her my mom when she made it pretty clear she didn't love or want me. I felt so jealous and what's worse, I was jealous of a little girl. I always thought I'd grown up like her but everything I thought I knew was wrong.

I could hear glass breaking from the other room and I guessed it was Cole, I didn't expect him to be back this soon... I didn't want to move from this place. I didn't even want to live right now, much less move around. I didn't care that I was giving up.

Maybe I really should have died, then at least I'd make fewer people hurt. I wish it was possible to suffocate yourself... Like just hold your breath and it all be over.

But as much as I could ever try doing that I'd always let go.

I buried my face in the pillows and held it there till I could feel my lungs start to hurt. It was frustrating, if Cole came, I didn't have to hurt myself. He'd do it for me. I screamed into the soft coves and let it absorb all the sound. I nearly jumped when I heard a scream simultaneously come from somewhere else in the house.

I felt a rush of chills travel down my body. I could hear were loud footsteps shuffling around the house. I didn't want to go look and see but, I dragged myself out of bed and cracked open the door wide enough for me to peek through.

I could see someone I didn't recognize, making a mess everything. All of Cole's maids were being dragged off to somewhere. My eyes widened and I froze up, if this wasn't Cole, then who was it? If he hadn't come back yet then am I done for?

I couldn't muster up enough courage to even think of transforming. It felt like all I everid in that form was cause a mess. I didn't want to become a person that someone could call a monster. I could feel tears rolling down my eyes because I was already giving up on myself.

I gasped when I seen Juls walking, leaning on some guy for support. I leaned in more to get a better view of them both but just then, the door was pushed open and I fell face flat onto the hard floor. My head was aching so much as I tried to get up, but I got sent right back down with so much force.

"Take her too." I heard a familiar voice say, "She's his."

Right afterwards, I was dragged by hair across the hard floor. A bag was thrown over my head, I couldn't see a single thing. I knew we were outside when I could feel the wind blowing up against my skirt. I could hear the sound of an engine starting and suddenly I was shoved into some sort of van because I could hear the doors sliding close.

Fear was slowly building up inside me. I was still being tightly held down and I couldn't see a single thing. All I know is that I was getting further and further away from Cole.

My eyes widened, what was I going to do if he got back and I wasn't there? He's going to think I ran away... Will he even bother trying to come find me?

"Please...I need to go back. He's going to-"

I was cut off when I felt a fist punch into my stomach. I fell onto my knees gasping for air, as it was way harder breathing through the bag over my head.

"Shut the fuck up." I heard a deep voice say, "Nobody's coming for you girl."

I was too scared to open my mouth again. I could hear the sound of other girls screaming and crying, and I couldn't help but shiver at the thought, not a single person ever stopped this van. Despite all the noise, it felt like we never stopped.

Would Cole really never come for me? Maybe he wouldn't... He just up and left like that, maybe he's done with me.

When we finally came to a complete stop, those same hands that'd dragged me by hair, shoved me out the van. I could feel the atmosphere changing, the sound of bars echoed through the room that he took me to.

What were they going to do to me?

I was pushed down into a hard metal chair and I felt my hands and feet being tied to it. The rope was so tight that it was digging into my skin, cutting off my circulation. The second they took the bag off my head, they wrapped a blindfold around my eyes. The same feeling of horror I had when Yuily had me in that room of his washed over me.

I could breathe a little more but the second I took a whiff of air, I regretted it. It smelled like something had died in this room, and it was so overwhelming, I couldn't hold it back.

I vomited all over my lap.

Everything that I'd eaten, which was barely anything was spilled all over me. I could feel it trickling down my legs. My stomach was empty but I kept on throwing up . I tried holding my breath but I couldn't keep it in for long.

My eyes were watering up, but the blindfold wasn't making it easy to cry at all. So everything just came out like strangled sobs. Everything from my shirt down to my socks was soaked. Aside from the horrid smell, I was freezing.

It was hard to open my mouth without puking again but I managed just barely. "P-Please... Let me go." I whispered weakly.

I wasn't expecting anyone to hear me begging, but I whispered it over and over and over for what felt like hours. My heart froze when I heard the sound of loud laughter echoing through the room.

I didn't sense anyone before but I could hear someone's hands clapping loudly.

"You really put on a great show for me Isabella, it's no wonder why he likes you." I heard a familiar voice say. I don't remember where I knew his voice from but it gave me chills.

"W-who are you?"

"You don't remember me?" He asked gasping. He yanked the blundfold off my face and it took a while for my eyes to adjust to the bright light. My eyes widened when I saw him and he smirked at me.

"Its me, Connor."

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