if we just had time.

chapter thirty-one

mention on self harm

Isabella Evergreen

Isabella was too nauseous to eat. She was too nauseous to do anything. She wants to cut. She didn't want to feel this pain. She wanted to focus on something else. Anything else but this pain.

She needed theodore. She wanted him to hold her, telling her everything is going to be okay.

She turned to the left and looked out the door that was slightly open. "Theo." she said, hoping he would hear.

Lucily, he did. He came in, looking at her like she was about to shatter. She felt like she was. "You called?" Theodore cooed.

Isabella had tears coming in her eyes when she looked at the boy at the door. "I need you," She cried.

Theodore nodded and laid next to her on the bed. Isabella moved closer to him and placed her head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her head. "Everything is going to be okay," He whispered into her ear, as she sobbed.

Isabella was sobbing, grasping to theodores shirt as she sobbed harder and harder, crying for her father.

She didn't want him dead. She just wanted him to stop abusing her and to stop causing her pain. She still loved him. She hated herself for loving him. But , how could she stop loving him when Glen Evergreen was her father?

"Your mum is coming tomorrow to take you home." Theodore whispered. "the school said you can take a few weeks off of school as well."

She didn't want to be alone. She wanted Theodore to come with her. She needed him to be there and comfort her. Isabella looked at Theodore with her glossy eyes. "Can you come with me?" she asked him.

Theodore looked into her eyes. "Of course," he said, softly.

Isabella's lips curled slightly, and she laid her head back onto his chest.

Before Isabella fell asleep, there was only one thought on her mind.

I hate this feeling.