Poison

Penitent. 9

Adonis- Lucas

I ran the sharp blade between my fingers. Isabela's blood still stained dry on the point. I smoothed my thumb along the engraved word of backstabbed. I had no idea what that meant. I needed to talk to Isabela about what she thought of this.

I looked up at the hospital in front of me. I groaned and closed my eyes resting my head back on my head rest. I tried to put myself in her shoes. To maybe think about how she might feel right now. I've been trying so hard to make her feel comfortable but I have a funny feeling that none of my efforts would work.

She's not only been abused her whole life and will forever live in fear of her father, but she's also being forced to marry a complete stranger and she has a mother who has been attacked and is now extremely injured. This life she has been born into is unfair for her and I hate that. I know I don't know her very well but I know enough about her to know that she deserves so much better than what she has.

She wants to go home, to her home. The home she grew up in the home with her father. And because her father will be there I will go with her. I don't want her alone with that man. I hate to think about the things he did to her. Just seeing the way she reacts in a mental way to her father it's just further proof that he was abusive. And knowing that he even abused her mother as well, it makes me shake with anger. She grew up with three older brothers who should be strong enough to not only defend Isabela from their father but also their mother from him. But they did nothing. In my opinion they're all cowards.

I don't really want her to go there. I want to keep her with me in my home. But if this is what she wants I'll have to give it to her. Because that's the type of person I am.

I took a deep breath and pocketed the knife. I got out of the car and slowly strolled back to the hospital.

I entered the room that Isabela was in. The had tears in her eyes and her brothers were stood in the corner talking about something.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"We're gonna take Isabela home" one of her brothers told me. I forgot his name.

"No your not" I said.

"What? Why not?" Isabela stood up.

"Because I said no"

"They're my brothers Lucas!" She told me.

"I don't care if they're the royal family I'm taking you to your house."

"Lucas that's ridiculous" she said tears welled in her eyes.

I clenched my jaw "I don't care, your coming with me." I grabbed her wrist.

"What? no! why?"

I pulled her as she gripped at my hand to try to pull it away.

"I am going to be your husband so you do as I say!" I said right in her face.

A tear dropped down her cheek, her mouth hung agape. I brushed it off and pulled her out of the room. I pulled her all the way to the car. She got in and sat there.

I sighed loudly before starting the car and drove off. I pulled a phone out of my pocket and handed it to Isabela. It was her phone. I had taken it from her when we captured her before.

"Call your brother. Tell him I'll take you home first thing tomorrow." I told her bluntly. "Then I want your phone back. And if I feel like it I'll give it back to you another time."

She phone her brother without saying a word to me. She explained to him that I would take her home in the morning. She then ended the call and gave the phone back to me. I kinda felt bad taking it back off her but I had to do what I had to do.

It was about a 30 minute drive back to my house. When I parked my car in the large drive I turned to my right and saw Isabela asleep in the seat. I smiled slightly at her finally peaceful expression.

I might have been staring at Isabela for a little too long because I saw that I had a little tent forming in my pants.

"Fuck" I groaned quietly. Isabela moaned slightly and fidgeted in the seat. I bit my lip because I didn't want her to wake up.

I got out of the car and called one of my prostitutes, Hannah. I hadn't called one of them in weeks. I told her to come to my house in 20 minutes.

I carried Isabela up to her bedroom and placed her gently on her bed. Then before I knew it I heard someone knocking on my front door.

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