Isabella Summer is an average, bright 17 years old book nerd, who couldn't wait to graduate her senior year of high school to attend her dream college in a state over.
She aspired to be an author.
She aspired to live quietly and peacefully.
And s...
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Leaving everything behind? Just because of a man who is psychotic and obsessed with me and for what reason I don't know.
I would be leaving everything behind, my family, my childhood, my friends, my school. I wanted to graduate high school with my friends.
And.. what about Cade?
How would I tell my parents? How would I live and hide from him? What if he caught me anyway at the end and hurt my family and friends?
Questions roamed around my head. I looked at the clock on my nightstand; 5:00am. I've been up thinking since two am. And honestly I don't know. I don't know what to do, I thought about running away but the more I think about it and weight out the pros and cons, the clearer it became that it was not a good idea.
But I can't just stay here and be Xavier's doll to do whatever he pleases. Could I wait til graduation to leave?
I remembered the conversation I had with Xavier, he didn't want me to go to college. He said he could support me and give me anything that I wanted and that all I had to do was stay by his side. I disagreed and we ended up arguing about it but he made it clear that it wasn't up for discussion. I would move in with him after I graduate and we would get.. married. I shivered at the thought of that.
I took a shower and head out of my room to make some breakfast when I saw my parents in the kitchen cooking eggs and sausages together. I smiled as I looked at them playing around as if they were still teenagers. It's been thirty years since they started dating back in high school but you can tell they were still madly in love with each other.
"Good morning, lovebirds. Get a room." I playfully rolled my eyes.
"You're just jealous you don't have a boyfriend to love you like I do your mom." My dad shrugged.
I gasped, putting a hand over my heart, "That hurted dad."
We all laughed.
It's moments like this that I cherish, since we couldn't spend a lot of time with each other due to their busy jobs as doctors.
