Meet Isabela Sienna Hermantè Ferrari. The first girl in all seven generations of the Ferrari Heritage. Once known as a bubbly, sweet, adorable and sassy little 6 year old. She had the most beautiful eyes and a smile that could brighten up even the d...
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I suck in a deep breath. Taking in the refreshing smell in the air. With a gentle cool breeze making my skin tingle. A slight howl from the wind.
No distractions.
No voices in my head.
No tears.
Just me.
But for how long? For how long can I pretend like everything's fine.. like I don't wanna fall apart.. For as long as I can....I can barely keep my emotions in check trying my hardest to push everything down. I release a breath shaking my head ridding myself of the negative feelings.
I carefully tighten the crutch under my arm, when a hand gently wraps around my other arm stopping me from moving forward. I sigh.
"Don't touch me." I say. He quickly retracts his hand. "Sorry" he mumbles. "I need to talk-" " Not in the mood " I reply cutting him off.
"I get that.. I know you said you wanted to be alone, and I know you don't wanna talk to me or much less anyone... But please hear me out." He pleads.
"No, you promised." I say firmly reminding him off the promise he made earlier. "You said you would help me out and as soon as we we were out you wouldn't bother me and leave me be for as long as I needed"
"I know but it's been 2hours already and Leonard can't stall any longer... Dad's gonna find out you're gone and it won't be long before he finds out who is responsible and then finds out where we are and then he'll come and kill me because I helped you escape... And I'd really really like it if I could talk to you before I die." He says gulping loudly at the mention of father.
"I'll visit your grave." I say tightly gripping my crutch as I limp away from him.
"Come on bela please" He pleads with me.
I continue to ignore him tripping over a rock in the process. Of-fucking-course.
"Fuck" I curse as I stumble barely balancing before a pair of hands steady me. "Are you okay? Did you get hurt? Fuck dad's gonna kill me! Should we go back to the hospital? Shit I knew I should've taken the wheelchair!. Do I need to call Elijah- " he rushes out worried.
"No,no I'm fine" I breath out. Looking up at a very worried looking Diego. Seeing the hesitance in his eyes. "I'm fine" I assure. "Promise?"
"Promise" I nod my head reassuringly.. He lets out a breath... "Maybe we should sit down for a little yeah?" He suggests I nod begrudgingly agreeing taking his help as we sit down.
We sit in silence with me forcing myself to enjoy the breeze trying my best to ignore the tension. I feel him occasionally glance at me but nonetheless I remain quiet.
