All For You

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** This chapter discusses Iza's struggles of eating.

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"Mom! She's just a kitten, she won't hurt you!" Iza yelled, her voice full of irritation as she picked up Nala and held her close to her. This woman is really pissing me off, she literally pushed Nala off the sofa. Nala, fucking Nala. My kitten.

Alicia, Iza's Mum, pouted and sent Nala a scowl, "You don't know what that vile thing can do."

Iza opened her mouth to protest, readying herself to scream a load of shit, before I stood up and spoke up, "Okay, that's enough."

I grabbed Nala out of Iza's arms and looked at the both of them, "I'm taking her upstairs," I stated, nodding my head towards Iza's room as I walked off.

Nala let out a small purr and snuggled into me. I can't decide whether I'm going to die of how cute she looks or of how scared I am of her.

"Hey, wait for me! Don't you dare leave me in hell asshole!" Aran shouted out, scuttling towards me with a determined look on his face.

"Wait, Aran come back here now!" I heard Iza demand, snapping me out of thought, her voice was in such a tone that it sent chills up my spine. I looked back to see her at the bottom of the stairs with a scowl on her face as she folded her arms and glared at both me and Aran.

"I can't," Aran replied, forcing a fake frown on his face.

Iza furrowed her eyebrows, "Why?"

"Mom, she," Aran answered, his tone sort of breaking as he spoke before he shook his head. "I just can't be in the same fucking room as her."

"I'll come up with you," Iza frowned, her eyes reading into something I couldn't understand between both her and Aran, pressing her lips into a thin line as she become more irritated.

Suddenly, I felt a hand grip my shoulder which caused me to jump up in fear. Nala let out a yelp and jolted out of my arms before she made a run upstairs. I held my breath instinctively as I started to slowly turn around, fighting between the ideas of facing the consequences or following what Nala has just done and sprinting up the stairs.

But as soon as I turned around, my decision was made. Mainly, because I was now fully facing Iza and I couldn't take my eyes off her. All I could think was, What the fuck happened to her? She looked so ill.

Her face was pale and her posture was weak as she leaned onto the railing behind her for support. She looked like she would drop dead any second. Uncommon worry lurked its way into me, as I assessed Iza with concerned eyes. I really wish I could take all her problems away right now. A sigh of frustration emitted from my mouth as I run my hand through my hair and sat down on a stair. I felt sudden anger. Not directed at her but instead at her Mum.

"Iza, what happened to you?" I managed to force out, not believing the sight in front of me.

"I'm fine," She replied, her voice wavering and sickly as she waved a hand at me. The other gripped the railing like it was her life support.

I didn't wait a second before I grabbed her by the hand and hauled her into my arms, she let out a panicked scream before she nervously settled into my arms. I tried my best to ignore the frenzied thumping of my heart when she rested her head on my chest before I laid her on her bed. "You need to tell me."

Her face turned to one of a perplexed look, as I tucked a piece of hair behind her ear as she spoke. "Tell you what?"

"What made you like this?" I asked, gesturing to the state of her.