medicine {h.s}

02

Isabella Prescott

I left my mother's office as quickly as I had appeared there.

Tour? Around the world? I'm less than twenty years old. I was supposed to go to medical school. I was going to graduate. I was going to be a doctor...

I called a taxi and went back to my flat. I moved out from my mother that year. I bought my own flat and moved in with a friend. We furnished it in our own way and I finally got a breather from my mother's insistence, her diets and her daily manicure appointments.

Why does this woman have to decide so much about my life? About my bloody future. She only came into my life when I turned fourteen. Before that, my grandmother took care of me until she fell in love and went to Spain.

She was always busy. Her excuses became new projects, or tours, or some fashion show. Theoretically she was a mother, but she couldn't be a mum.

Not to mention how she forbade me contact with my father, whom I only saw every day until I was three. From my grandmother's stories, my father betrayed my mother, and they broke up. It was one of the biggest breakups in show business history. The great Linda Prescott and Cristian Blue, got a divorce after two years of marriage.

My mother was foolish to marry, at the age of twenty, the rich son of a rich lawyer.

I will not make that mistake again.

I nervously rushed into the flat. I wanted a mug of green tea and a glass of wine now, while taking a hot bath. Or a glass of wine with Lisa.

I pulled off my shoes and threw them in the corner. With a laborious step, I set off for Lisa's bedroom. I need to complain to someone, and someone needs to give me advice.

I crossed the living room and found myself at the door of her room. I grabbed the handle and pulled.

''You won't believe what my mother has come up with...'' I started, lifted my gaze, and my legs buckled under me. ''Victor?'' I whispered.

What my boyfriend is doing in bed with my friend.

''It's not what you think.'' The black-haired girl said quickly, wrapped herself in the sheet and came closer. She held the material with one hand and tried to grab my arm with the other.

I took a step back. My mouth fell open and my eyebrows furrowed. Is this some kind of prank? Some kind of game?

''Honey...'' the boy started.

''Don't treasure me here you son of a bitch....'' I growled and bit my lower lip.

Lisa looked at me with a contrite expression. She tried to make eye contact with me but then let go. Victor covered his pre-cum with a pillow and reached for his boxers, and trousers. He quickly put on the lower garments. When he wanted to reach for a t-shirt, I took it from him and returned to the living room.

''Bella...'' He continued walking behind me.

My grief for those closest to me turned to anger. I threw his white t-shirt, from some fashion designer, into the fireplace. I poked around with a poker for a while, and after a while there was nothing left of the shirt.

''What the fuck are you doing!'' he shouted and grabbed his head.

With the poker in my hand and a winning smile on my face, I turned to him.

''I destroyed that t-shirt just like you destroyed our relationship.'' I said, smiling the whole time. ''I burned it.''

I walked over to the bar and pulled out Lisa's favorite beverage. I unscrewed the cap and dipped my tongue into the brown liquid.