Ephemeral

Sister Sister

Bella POV

I was getting farther and farther away from the adrenaline inducing scream that my sister had made. I knew that it had been her even when she had never screamed like that in her life – she sounded like she was in so much pain. 

I dug my feet into the ground, but that only made the teen boy that was pulling me tug on my arm and...

I didn't like that.

The instant that we had made it downhill, I pulled myself away from the teen boy Trey's grip suddenly and violently. He had scratched me a bit with his dull nails from how harshly I had gotten out of his grip. 

I didn't show any emotion from the small layer of skin he had torn off. I had three scratch marks from his fingers trailing down my arm. I watched how he stumbled backward, not being able to catch himself before hitting the ground. 

I stared down at him while he made a small, pathetic attempt to get up.

He couldn't even get up off the ground from my light push.

To think that my sister regarded this person – this nobody...higher than her own safety.

I wanted to spit at him -- I refrained from doing so.

My chest was still rising and falling unevenly. It wasn't exhaustion from the
running...It was...

Anger.

I was seeing red.

Annoyed.

Irritated.

"I'm going back," I insisted without any room for argument, looking up at the large hill that we had more or less ran down.

I could see several beams from flashlights in the distance. The men that I had seen before we had escaped were most likely on the hunt to find us. 

The sun had set...but that wasn't going to stop me from getting my sister.

My hands clenched tightly, my sharp nails digging into my skin relentlessly. They bit into my flesh and I was lightly surprised that I wasn't bleeding from them. The pain helped me stay grounded – it stopped me from going completely ape-shit on the people around me.

The people that I was going to leave behind.

They...weren't important to me...

Ari was.

"I'm not leaving Ari."

We had never been separated with the exception of school and extracurriculars. There wasn't a time where I didn't remember, even in my scattered dark childhood we were both together and I wasn't about to leave her now. 

I wasn't going to leave her in the hands of that brute – the one that had shot her.

No.

She was my precious twin.

"Isabell-!" Janelle yelled, daring to place her pale hand on my shoulder. I turned to her, quickly shrugging off her grip from me within a second. She stared at me wide eyed in disbelief that I would be so cold and unwelcoming.

Glaring, I silently warned the bob haired girl to not touch me again.

If she didn't want her hand broken...that's exactly what she should do.

"I-I want to get Ari out, too, but it's...!" She struggled to say her words. She cleared her throat, I could see the hope in her eyes that she would sway me to see things her way. Janelle continued, clearing her throat again while taking a step forward.