Isabelle Hart never fit in, being bullied daily at school and working nonstop to pay off your mothers drug debt wasn't the best thing a 17 year old wanted to do in their last year of high school.
What happens when Isabelle is assigned to work as a...
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~ Isabelle ~
It hurt.
Everything, it just hurt. I didn't know how to explain it, but I could feel it from the pit of my stomach and spreading like a wildfire around every inch of my body.
My wounds from Evan had mostly healed or dried up, my body wasn't aching as much, but there was a feeling in my body that couldn't compare to any physical pain in the world.
I could feel it everywhere, and it never left. No amount of time could fix it.
The school bell blares into my ear and I jump out of my gaze, grabbing my bag. I always sat right next to the door, started packing my books exactly four minutes before class ended, and had my fingers tightly wrapped around my backpack strap.
I knew the location of all their last periods, how long they'd talk in the hallways, how long it took for them to reach the exit, everything.
Except sometimes my timing would be off, and that's what I feared every day. It's happened multiple times, and none of them ended good.
My focus doesn't stray once as my legs stride in a quick pace, straight for the large double doors that opened to my freedom out of this hell.
I had my plan all set out since my first class this morning.
I'd go straight to the bus, down to Rupert City, and from there I'd walk to the Agosti Estate. The bus never drove down there, and I couldn't afford a taxi so walking was the only option left for me.
I hadn't realized my oxygen was getting cut off from holding my breath for too long until I reach the bus doors.
I gasp for air as I sit down on the leather seat, my hand on my chest as I slowly count down from 3.
They didn't catch me.
On instinct I slide down in my seat, hiding anyone's ability to see if I was on the bus.
Every time those bus doors closed I felt the relief enter my body, but not today. After they caught me yesterday, even down in Rupert City were no one from my town ever dared to step foot in, I would never be safe.
I feel my mind wandering back to the man who got chased by the police last night. I wonder what kind of trouble he'd gotten into to get the police involved.
I furrow my eyebrows together with my head leaned against the cold glass window as I try to forget about it, focusing on the trees passing by as the bus moved down the streets.
I could tell we were getting closer, because the dirty streets, lined with torn up looking houses and litter covering every corner were fading away.
I could see the tall buildings, overshadowing our small town that was seemingly invisible to the citizens of Rupert City.
