Poison

Pressing. 3

Isabela mae

I heard footsteps walking up the stairs. I quickly rushed back to my room and slowly shut the door. I stood staring at the bright moonlight reflecting off the pool.

'We're getting married?'

I didn't know what to think about this. I just had to get it off my mind, I wasn't going to go to sleep. Most of my sleep is just nightmares about my father. I haven't had a peaceful night rest in months.

I stood there for a while just staring at the moon. I climbed into bed and watched the moon. I felt myself fall asleep.

My rest was surprisingly good.

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A week had passed. This week had been one of the most peaceful weeks of my life. Except for all the weeks I had as a baby. No expectations, no worries.

I was woken by the sunlight.

I sat up in my bed and just looked at the view.

I then heard a light knock at the door.

"What if she's not awake?" I heard whispered through the door. "Luck shut up"

"Isabela?" Lucas called out.

I stood up smiling. And opened the door.

"Hello" I smiled.

Luck and Lucas stood at my door. They looked at each other. Then looked at me.

"Good morning" Lucas said.

"Morning" I replied.

"Luck Uhh made breakfast if you want any" Lucas smiled.

"Okay sure" I replied.

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We ate food, I didn't eat much. Mainly because I missed my mother, I was worried about her. And i don't know if Lucas has told my mother where I am. If he hasn't then I know my mother would be worried sick and that makes me worried. Ive been gone for a week, a full week. I haven't seen anyone, other than Harry, Luck and Lucas.

I think Lucas noticed something.

After I finished some of my breakfast I quickly rushed upstairs back to my bedroom. Most of my time is spent in that bedroom.

I felt a pit in my stomach. I sat on the bed and bit my lip. My breathing became fast.

I began to cry. I put my hand over my mouth to stop any noise. The other on my heart because it hurts. I felt like a little girl in elementary school crying to the teacher because she misses her mommy. But the only difference is I have no one to cry to and the fact that I'm 18 and not in elementary school.

I continued to cry until the door opened and in walked Harry carrying a box. I rubbed my eyes urgently, but the tears kept running.

"Hey umm I brought you some things" he looked at me and his face dropped "oh my god are you crying!"

He dropped the box and rushed over, he hugged me tight.

"Hey- its okay...what's wrong?" He asked.

"I- I don't know" I choked