Secrets Leave Scars [EDITING]

25 - Close

Isobel's POV:

I wake up to the smell of Marcus's cologne. Wait what? My eyes bolt open as I sit up on the bed. I gaze at the unfamiliar room. The walls are dark and bare. I untangle myself from the sheets, when a shooting pain circulates through my thigh. I wince as I look down at the newly wrapped injury.

Carefully, I slide my legs to the side of the bed. I catch myself in the reflection of a mirror across the room. I'm wearing Marcus's shirt... That explains the cologne smell, but still doesn't explain how the hell I ended up in his bed.

I locate my phone, sitting on the nightstand, and check my texts. There's nothing that explains why I'm here. I groan as I slowly stand up, leaning on my good leg. The black heels I wore to the Masquerade Ball sit neatly by the door, my dress no where to be seen.

"I guess I'm sticking with this then," I grunt to myself. I limp to the door just to find myself staring at a long, dark hallway. "Hello?" I shout, my voice echoing through the empty place. I continue the path, peaking into doors as I go.

The hallway ends as I stare at the enormous kitchen to my left. To the right, is another door. I turn the handle, crashing into Kol as he rushes in. "Isobel!" He exclaims, "Wait Isobel? What the h*ll are you doing here?"

I stumble back, recollecting myself from our collision, and take a deep breath. "Honestly I don't know. I'm going home I'll see you at training later," I tell him, pushing past.

"Steele cancelled today's training," he yells after me, "Go rest!" I salute sarcastically as I walk towards the exit.

***

I trudge into my apartment, heading straight to the kitchen. The cabinets are empty except for a bottle of painkillers. "Perfect," I smile. I take a few pills and pour a glass of water.

I eat some random leftovers while I wait for the meds to kick in. I attempt to process last night's events but my mind is still left scrambled. The last thing I remember is Marcus picking me up.

I walk to the bathroom and gasp at my reflection. My face is badly beaten. My lip is stitched up, along with a few other cuts on my cheek and nose. A light bruise surrounds each mark. I glance down to assess the injury on my thigh. I unwrap the wound, revealing the large cut. All of the stitches are precisely done, just like the one's Marcus gave me before.

I return to the kitchen when I hear my phone vibrate. It's the group chat:

Ivy
"Isobel's back home guys let's celebrateee!!"

Omar
"I'm down what'd u have in mind?"

Ivy
"Drinking."

I roll my eyes, laughing. Typical Ivy.

Me
"I should be resting not partying"

Axel
"Sounds fun I'm in, Trinity hbu?"

Me
"Guys I'm still in pain here"

Ivy
"Alcohol is a natural pain reliever ;)"

Me
"This is why I love you" I type, laughing at her stupid response.

Ivy
"I know <3"

Omar
"Skull Bar?"

Trinity
"I'm late but YES LET'S CELEBRATE"

Me
"Waittt, what am I gonna do about my face?"

Omar
"Shut up you're hot no matter what"