Limbo [h.s]

20

*TW ASSULT AND SEXUAL ASSULT* 

Chapter 20 Isabel's POV 

Walking into my fathers office after he called me saying "we need to talk" is by far one of the scariest things I've ever had to do.

His name flashed on my screen along with the custom made ring tone just for him to give myself an extra warning, and every time it rings through my ears, my body would tense and erupts into a cold sweat. There's this overwhelming heavy feeling in my chest and it's hard to breathe. Sometimes if I know I've upset him my body will start to shake and memories of past encounters with my father in his office overload my brain making my throat swell over and have the urge to throw up. Sometimes it's more than an urge, my body physically can't handle my thoughts, so my brain creates a sick feeling in my stomach making me vomit the vile things my mind creates out as an attempt to forget them. It never works.

Today was no different. The ringtone echoed within the kitchen where I was making myself a coffee while smoking my cigarette. It just kept ringing.

I knew I fucked up. I knew he found out that Luka and Harry were still alive, and I just knew what was waiting for me inside the office walls of his house was going to be bad.

I stood there silently hoping he might have accidently called my number by mistake, but that never happens. He never makes mistakes.

Not in his eyes anyway.

After another round of my phones speaker playing the haunting bell chimes that reminds me of a large church bell, I try to compose myself the best I can as I make my way around the bench to pick up my phone.

I take notice in the way my fingers are trembling making it harder for me to answer the call before I press the green answer button and place the phone to my left ear while still holding the cigarette in my right.

I take a deep inhale of smoke while I wait for his screams to fill my ears, nothing comes. After some seconds of eerily quiet breathing I speak up "Dad?" I try to say sounding somewhat confident but it barley comes out as a whisper.

He waits a couple more breaths before he finally speaks "one job" is all he says in a chillingly calm tone. Usually I'd pick up the phone to a drunk mess of my father screaming profanities at me while describing how useless of a child I am.

Apparently not today.

The tone is in voice was something I had never heard of before. It scared me.

"I asked you to do one fucking job" his voice still the calmest I had ever heard him speak.

"I kno-"I try to speak but he cuts me off "no Isabella you don't know, Joe was everything to me, he was my best friend. I trusted you to avenge him. He would have been so disappointed in you"