chapter six

                                    

                                          
Isabel
                          
Flashback #2
                          
I quickly walked downstairs as I heard the front door open and close, my heart was beating incredibly fast. I had realised what a horrible choice I had made to move in with James, my whole life is destroyed, my whole entire being, he has ripped me apart and nobody can put me together again.
                          
I went on my tip toes trying not to make a sound, he had left earlier in the evening when I was eating breakfast and he had called me a 'fat bitch'  and supposedly me still eating and trying to ignore him made him upset so he landed a slap and another few irrational, rude and completely heartbreaking words, and left in quite the rush once his phone rang.
                          
He came back just after eleven, quite early for him, I suppose. As I walked closer to where the front door was,  I had heard laughter, female and male laughter. My body shook with even more heartbreak, even though he was a rude asshole, he has never been unfaithful. Well, so I had thought.
                          
Silent tears fell from my eyes, 'why am I upset?' I asked myself. 'because you still love him', My mind was battling, I've had enough.
                          
I stalked quietly towards the living room where I had found a busty brunette with a beautiful figure and nice facial features. I was jealous, knowing that I shouldn't be, but I also should be, I stood inside the room, James still not paying attention to me, and neither did the brunette because she was 'sexily' stripping for him in the middle of our living room.
                          
"Oh baby, I'm gonna show you a good time." She sat on his lap swinging her hips around his crotch area, he groaned quietly, squeezing her hips tightly, this was disgusting, pathetic even.
                          
Why wasn't I good enough?
                          
"James.." I muttered quietly. "Why?" My voice broke. His eyes captured my tearful ones and he immediately stood. The busty brunette had fell to the floor and scoffed. She quickly picked up her clothes and walked out the door, but not without winking at him and saying, "Call me."
                          
He looked sorry. He looked like the James I had once known. "Baby, It's not what it looks like." He surrendered his hands in the air.
                          
"But I saw you, James, I saw you, and her.." I muttered angrily, but not getting ahead of myself as I knew James had quite the temper.
                          
"You better believe me, I didn't and wasn't going to do anything." I shook my head and cried and I had thought that he was genuinely sorry for a minute before his anger got the best of him again.
                          
"You stupid bitch. I don't have to explain anything to you, she was fucking sexy and you're fucking ugly, I thought you would understand.." He was back, I was crying again and before I knew it he pulled out his butterfly knife, that he always keeps with him and backed me against the wall.
                          
"Fucking bitch, say goodbye for now.." James sniggered. Please no, oh god no, why god, please, please.
                          
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My body shuttered and fell forward and I cried out loudly at the memory, the dream, the nightmare. My eyes were open and looking around, my body had relaxed at the sight of my room. The time on the night stand had read, 8;06 am.
                          
I looked around once I had got up, my back aching, my eyes teary and I rubbed them, getting water and sleep out of my eyes. I picked up my food and walked to the kitchen to put them away, my father shouldn't find another reason to hate me.
                          
The kitchen window was wide open as I walked inside. The cold, spine-chilling breeze broke through and I shivered. The back door was also open, my mind started spinning with different scenarios and situations. I ran over to the front door with all my effort, my foot still swollen, and looked through the window.
                          
My dad's car still wasn't here, my frightened mind was getting ahead of me. I breathed in and out before I almost cried.
                          
I grabbed a small vase on a table next to the door, limping back and slowly opening my front door. I looked back and forth between my living room and Mr. Styles house.
                          
Would he be home?
                          
I didn't know when he went to work. I only went every Wednesday and Thursday to therapy. I thought again when I looked inside my house and limped quickly all the way to his door.
                          
I knocked on his door several times but it was silent, I sat on his front porch and realised, 'why didn't I just call the police?'
                          
'Because they would have thought you were mental and put you in an asylum...' I laughed lightly at my inner thoughts, they were true, though. I sighed and gathered myself in front of Harry's house before taking one step down the driveway.
                          
Before I could walk anywhere else, his front door had opened and there he stood, shirtless, dimpled smile, hair in a bun and earphones hanging off his torso. Was he working out?
                          
"Isabel, are you all right? You seem frightened..." His worried face was cute and I tried to push back such thoughts.
                          
"No, Um, I thought there was somebody in my h-house...Sorry for disturbing you, Mr. Styles." I looked at the large butterfly on his stomach and I suddenly had butterflies inside my stomach. He started ushering me in, his flat, toned stomach touching mine and his hand on my cheek.
                          
Caressing it lightly for my comfort, I would think, he said, "I will go check it out.."
                          
"It's okay, come inside," He exclaimed and smiled. I probably looked unsure because he then said, "Isabel, come inside right now, I'm not kidding, you look like you have seen death, come sit."
                          
He put his large hand on the middle of my back as he escorted me towards his living room. "You stay put beautiful, I'll go make you tea and give you a muffin." He gave me another bright beautiful smile and I melted.
                          
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