"You want to know what I think? I think you are the only one who sees yourself as a monster. As a beast. I believe that if instead of trying to shut people out and instead try and little someone in, you'd find one person who sees you as you. I alrea...
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-Isabelle-
I was about to make my exit out the door the second after the pounding in my head and ringing in my ear somewhat calmed and I could still hear the doors of the car outside opening and closing.
I was almost out the door, ready to plead, to kill for my father back, when I felt a hand wrap around my wrist, stopping my movements. I whipped my head around, eyes narrowed as I stared at my sister's cold and pale face.
"What the fuck, Gabriella?" I hissed, eyes narrowed as I tried to yank off my sister's hand. "Get off!"
"No," she said simply. Her voice wasn't loud, but I knew all too well that small commanding voice of hers that never left any room for argument. "Leave it."
My eyes almost popped out of their sockets. "Leave it? Leave Dad with those assholes who just kidnapped him?" Was she being fucking for real?
I expected a reaction from my sister, something to knock the sense and what had to be fear out of her head, but her face just stayed stoic.
"He dug his own grave," she said simply, before closing the door and locking it. "We have to get out of here." Before I knew it my sister locked the door and was dragging me away, back into the kitchen where my book lay on the counter closed and my chips untouched. I didn't even think I would be able to eat them if someone forced them down my throat, not as I heard the sound of an engine starting and the slick black car that held my father drove away to a place I was afraid I would never be able to find.
My heart sank and my eyes pricked as I turned to look at my sister.
"What're you talking about? He dug his own grave?" I asked her sharply. "What aren't you telling me?"
"I don't—"
"Don't bullshit me, Gabi," I said to her, face tightening. "Don't lie. I just saw those men take Dad and saw the look you and Dad gave to each other. Now's not the time to keep secrets."
My sister stared at me for a long moment and sighed deeply, turning toward the living room where she sunk on the couch, hands covering her face.
My anger disintegrated as I heard my sister's stifled cry. I quickly made my way to her and sank to my knees in front of her, grabbing her wrists to pry her hands away from her face.
What had been a pale, cold face just a second ago was now blotchy with red. "He said we'd be fine," she choked, shaking her head. "He lied to me. He said they wouldn't come for us, that Blackthorn would forget, they hadn't bothered us since Mom died."
"Who?" I asked, looking into her brown eyes.
"Dad," she said simply, causing more hot tears to fall down her face. "He lied and screwed us," she choked on more tears, her breaths becoming quicker as if she was choking on her sobs.
