You're Noteworthy

CHAPTER FORTY-TWO

Isabella's POV

Every time I move, it hurts. The pain isn't just there though. Looking down at my stomach, I see the scar from months ago which makes me laugh and then the scar from days ago which makes me cry. The one from months ago reminding me of how I protected Olivia at a supermarket, from some hooligans. It's a happy memory in my eyes. But then I have the scar that is filled with torture and pain, for protecting the ones I love.

It's hard to sleep, I'd wake up with Liv holding me. I can see she's exhausted which makes me feel bad. It's been exactly two days since Uncle Patrick told me about Vincent. And I'm ready. Looking at the mirror, I see the faded bruises then I lift my shirt seeing the wound. The stitches still on as it hasn't healed, doctor says it will take a while. A sigh releases and the door opens revealing Olivia. She smiles and walks up to me, the love I have for her is the only thing keeping me strong.

I grab her waist and pull her into me, kissing her softly. The warm feeling and sparks running through me, as I let go her eyes are the first things I see. So blue and beautiful, the specs of brown in there just making her unique. As I keep looking into them I nearly become hypnotised. If I could ask her to marry me right now, I would. But I need to be back to my old self first.

We walk downstairs steadily, my back and stomach hurting slightly. The doctor has been treating my back and giving me medication on and off which helps. It's still very tender to the touch but better than before. Getting to the living room I see Patrick, mum, dad and Bailey sat. Jade pacing up and down and Lee...eating?

"Are you ready?" Patrick asks and I get an instant flashback, to when Michael said that. I feel my blood run cold. "Izzy"

Clearing my throat I look up and Olivia looks concerned, "Yeah I'm ready" They all nod and we walk outside going into the cars.

The drive is quiet, the entire ride I have Liv holding my hand which makes me less anxious. She'd occasionally kiss it to calm me. We slow down and park in front of a mansion, it's all black and beautiful. Patrick steps out and we all follow, once we get inside, I watch as he talks to his staff and men. He then leads us downstairs, a door is introduced. It's metal, like the one...I need to stop comparing!

He opens the door and we all walk inside. Vincent is on a wooden chair, his head hanging low. He's still in his suit and his face untouched, meaning he hasn't been tortured. Lucky bastard. He looks up and smiles brightly, a toothy smile. Then I watch his eyes land on someone next to me, turning around I see it's Olivia. She looks at him with rage.

Before I knew it, she throws a punch which connects to his jaw. His head whips to the side and he groans in pain. "You son of a bitch!"

"You stupid bitch" He says while laughing, spitting the blood out of his mouth. "Good punch, sad how you couldn't fight like that when you were a kid"

Her eyes go wide and I pull her back, before she does something. "You guys can leave" I say to them, they all look at me surprised. Mum looked like she was going to argue but then Dad whispered something in her ear. She nods and they all leave, Olivia being the last one as she hold my hand longer. I give her a reassuring smile and she leaves. As soon as the door closes, I pull up a seat. Sitting opposite him.

"Oh look how the tables have turn" He says with amusement. "I'm not scared of you, you know"

I chuckle lightly at his attempt, "I can see it in your eyes. You don't have to lie" He growls, "Manners Vincent. Manners. What have I told you about growling?"

"When my uncle finds you, he will kill you with his bare hands!"

Laughing loudly, he looks at me confused. "You're uncle doesn't like getting his hands dirty. And it's the opposite actually, we're trying to find him" My jaw clenches.