Limbo [h.s]

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Chapter 38 Isabel POV

The front door that I used to walk through every day back when things were normal mocked me now. The smooth wood barrier had seen the before and after effects that my father had on me, it was the only thing besides him that knew what was going on inside these walls.

The door had aged well, unlike my relationship with my father. Over the years things seemed to get more intense as he became more confident that I wouldn't go blabbering to anyone, not that I have anyone to talk to about this.

Zayn had been suspiciously quiet ever since he picked me up from Harry's. At first I thought it was some sort of jealousy but now I'm not too sure what to think.

I used to be able to analysis people's body language and get an understanding of what was going on inside their heads but ever since I met Harry everything's been confusing, causing a cloudy judgment on pretty much everything except for him, it was fucking annoying and going to get me in deep shit.

I could feel every ounce of nerves I had rising slowly deep within me and now I was just anxiously waiting for the pin to drop and come crushing down on me.

This time I hoped it take me out.

But never the less until that happens, here I am facing the front door of my father's house once again trying to persuade myself to push past the fear and walk inside, each time taking a little more effort than the last.

With a deep sigh I turn the knob and push my way through the door and into my childhood home. A sense of unease washes over me as I step further towards my inevitable fate.

I'm not stupid, I know it's going to happen again.

"ISABELLA, YOU FUCKING TOOK YOUR SWEET ARSE TIME MY DEAR" I hear his loud voice boom throughout the house.

It was too early for this shit, it wasn't even 6:00am yet.

As I round the corner and make my way into his office I see the abandoned glasses that was once filled with liquor resting on his desk, a couple tipped over spilling just a few drops of his whiskey onto his expensive timber desk.

Come to think of it, that desk has seen the before and after effects as well, in fact everything in this room has seen it. It's a pity that none of the objects are alive like in Beauty and the Beast but I guess this isn't that kind of story. I'm not a girl who got lost and came wondering into an abandoned castle, I know exactly where I am, and I know exactly who is in front of me and he's no prince in disguise.

"The forty five minutes was bullshit, what's your excuse this time?"

"You woke me up, it's not even six yet so I had to get out of bed and wake myself up before I could drive over here" lying to him was becoming simpler, he couldn't pick out my ques as easily as he could before.