Limbo [h.s]

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*A/N*

I love surprising you guys with early updates, and because I'm feeling generous today here's a longer chapter with some smut, thank you for all the votes, comments and reads lately I really appreciate them xxx

- EJ 

*SMUT AHEAD* 

Chapter 42 Isabel's POV

Today started off alright, great even. I had a good time with Harry driving up here, but that lady manning the front desk just had to open her big mouth and completely ruin my fucking mood.

Today was the anniversary of my mother's death.

...Well for her sake I hope she's dead.

It's the anniversary of when my mother left my father and I. She left me alone with the monster I called daddy.

I blamed her for everything my father has become. He was never that way around me as I was growing up, it was only after she had left that the punishments started to happen. They started off so small that I wouldn't even notice a difference between the old him but, as I grew up and time passed he became ruthless and evil, into the man he parades himself today.

I don't like talking about my experiences mainly because they make me feel weak and uncomfortable, not that I've ever told a soul, I don't even know how I would fantom that conversation.

I could see the way Luka and Harry looked at me when they knew something was up and frankly that was scarier than my father right now. I didn't want to admit anything to anyone.

Nothing's wrong. Everything's fine. I can handle it!

Over the years I've learnt to filter what parts of me I share, most of them are stored away in different compartments within my brain, but sometimes I slip up and show vulnerability. Unfortunately for me, most of the times I do fuck myself over is in the presence of either Harry or Luka, sometimes even both of them which doesn't help my case in stating that I'm fine and that nothing's wrong.

Even if nothing's wrong we still have our ways of coping with shit we don't wanna deal with, and tonight that was Harry's questions.

I could practically see the questions about to seep out of his skin so before he got the chance to speak, I ran like I always do.

So right now I'm at the bar which is conveniently across the street from the motel from where we're staying at.

I completely forgot to book a separate room for Harry, with such late notice that he'd be tagging along with me I had too much to deal with that this piece of the puzzle slipped my mind.

Side note – What kind of motel doesn't fucking let you book another room once you've already checked in?

Harry was fucking everything up.