Chasing for Something

Chapter 28

Chapter 28; Isabella.

The news spiraled out of control in just hours. I knew this would happen, I wasn't surprised.

I mean, my parents were one of the most well off known couple in the entire country. Everyone loved them. They always brought their image up by doing something, anything that would make them look good. Charity, donating, anything.

And now they were 'crying' because I didn't want them. And they knew exactly why I didn't want them. They practically ignored me, it was like I was never their daughter.

It took so much courage to leave, to stop letting them walk all over me, I wasn't going to go back now. I couldn't. They may have said that they changed but I couldn't believe it. Not after they treated their own daughter. I was sure they had treated other kids better than their own daughter. I grew up without my parents knowing me, they didn't know a thing about me. Yet they were my parents, and they were supposed to know all that kinds of stuff. And as a kid, knowing that your parents didn't want you, it hurt so much.

Edward was rubbing my back while I laid my head on his lap. I was exhausted. I couldn't leave his apartment because the paparazzi would bombar me, and I wasn't ready to face anyone yet. I only wanted to be with Edward, even though he had to go to work.

"I'm sorry," he whispered after a few minutes of complete silence. His apology took me by surprise and I looked up at him with a questionable look.

"For what?" I said softly, as I sat up and watched his expressions carefully. He gave me a small smile and pulled me closer.

"For everything's that's happening. I wish I could take it all away and that they couldn't hurt you." He said and I smiled brightly at him, then spoke up. "Even if you could take away them hurting me with this, I'm sure they'd find another way to hurt me, and that's what sucks." He sighed and nodded and pulled me closer.

"It's okay," I said as I let my head rest on his shoulder. He nodded and kissed the top of my head. We were quiet for longer than a few minutes this time.

After a while, I was the one to speak. "I want it to end, Edward. I wish there was a way for it to." He was quiet for a minute, and looked up at me later. I raised an eyebrow, knowing he had and idea.

"What?" I asked and he opened his mouth a few times unsure if he should say what he was going to say. "Talk to them. Try giving them a chance and listen to what they have to say. If you don't want anything to do by the time they're done talking, then that's it." He said quietly. I sighed, I knew I should give them a chance. But part of me didn't want to. It was just too much.

I shrugged, and laid back down on his lap. I heard him sigh and I closed my eyes imagining what it'd be like if I had never left my parents. Would I had met Edward? Would we have fallen in love? What if I didn't meet Edward, would I had gotten back together with Ryan? Would we be together?

Thinking about that, my mind drifted to the Saturday Ryan showed up at my doorstep. I was still confused as to why he was there, and I couldn't figure it out. Maybe it was something my parents did? Maybe they were behind it. I pushed the thought in the back of my mind. He said he had been looking for me since I left LA. But I couldn't believe it. If he had really come looking for me, he would've found me. I know for sure he would've found me. I stayed in LA for a week incase someone, anyone came looking for me. I was desperate to get my parents attention, but it wasn't enough to get them to come look for me.

I woke up in the couch, Edward was gone and I was alone in the apartment. I rose, and I noticed that it was dark outside. I rubbed my eyes, and glanced at the clock. 8 o'clock.

Where was Edward? He was usually home by now. I shrugged and walked into the kitchen to get something to eat. I opened the fridge and it was empty. I sighed in frustration.

I went for my purse and got my phone, no missed calls. Weird. I ordered a pizza, it would have to be dinner for me and Edward tonight. It was weird though, that he wasn't home yet.

I dialed his cellphone and it went straight to voicemail. I raised an eyebrow, confused. He never let me go straight to voicemail. Something was definitely up, and I wanted to find out what it was. I dialed him a few more times but the calls all went straight to voicemail. I shrugged it off and pushed any scary thoughts to the back of my mind.

Half an hour late, there was a knock on the door. My pizza was finally here! I jumped with joy to get my food. I grabbed my wallet on the way to the door, and flipped it open. I was looking down at my wallet, ready to pull out cash. But when I looked up, I was surprised to find a gun being pointed to my head.

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