Solace Survivor

Chapter 13

Friday, June 23rd, 2022.____

Home - 8:30AM.___________

Isabella's POV

My thoughts drift away, until I realized that I watched the sun rise through my closed curtains. The daylight still peaks through my curtains that are supposed to be completely daylight proof. The top of them are shiny briefly as well as the bottom of the brown wood floor. You can see the dust in the air and on the floor as well.

I then feel my body turn the complete opposite way in my bed, towards my closet which is a mess. My eyes trace the line of clothing that is on the floor and the other ones that are hanged up, well about 3 pairs of shirts are hanging up.

That's where my winter clothes go, but recently Alex told me to just fold up my winter clothes and put them in a container. That's probably the first time I ever listened to her in the past month. It looks like I tried to do that but I was drunk that night and just took everything out of my closet and threw it on the dirty floor. I put that aside as I proceed to pull my comforter up and over my face in a attempt to go back to sleep.

"Okay Isabella... Close your eyes and think of yourself sleeping on a nice, soft cloud..." I say to myself my voice cracking in the process. My throat feels like it's cotton dry along with the bed head I can feel on my pillow.

"Damnet." I say. Looks like I'm not gonna silence myself or my thoughts. I turn my body again to face up as I throw my comforter off my face, some of my tangled hair flies out and onto my face.

I huff at this as my hair bounces on my morning breath, making me even more annoyed. I hate waking up early much less watching the sun rise. A yawn escapes my mouth as I turn my head to grab my phone off the nightstand, to realize it's not there. Samuel took my phone,

Again.

My hand falls back on my soft cover as I look at the time on my clock. "It's 8:33?" I say a little louder, my voice cracking again. Samuel was off work yesterday but his shift as a cop starts at 9 giving me the house to myself. I'm usually out all day but since I'm grounded and he took my phone again I'm stuck inside for the day.

A loud moan escapes my mouth as I flip the comforter halfway off my body, revealing my navy colored sports bra and black pajama shorts. I have no clue what time I crashed but if I watched the sun rise, it must've been since at least 4am. My head feels heavy and my eyes are drawn as I flip my legs over, my feet touching the cool wood floor. I showered last night meaning I don't need to this morning but I need to brush my teeth. I put my hand towards my mouth and huff a little bit to smell my breath.

"God it smells like vodka mixed with coke." I say to myself. I don't feel like brushing my teeth but I do smell something good downstairs. My head turns towards the door my hair getting in my way as well. Gotta brush my hair first, breakfast, then brush your teeth. I inhale the bacon scent and the smell of scrambled eggs, my stomach making a grumble sound. When's the last time I ate something..?

And that's when I notice my door is closed but it's also not locked anymore... That's weird.. I locked it yesterday and didn't leave my room since. Did Samuel use the key to my room again when I was asleep? My eyes widen at this thought when I turn around in a flash to look under my bed, my knees hitting the floor harder than I anticipated. I move around my stuff and clothes that I threw under my bed until I eventually give up.

He went into my room late at night and took my alcohol. "Samuel you little bastard." I say out loud almost gagging by my breath. Breathing through my nose seems like the best option here.

So he just uses the key to my room and goes in whenever he pleases? I wonder if he does that when I'm not here too. My hair falls in front of my face blocking some of my vision again as I stand back up to make my way towards the bathroom. He wants to go into my room without permission? Let's see how he likes it. A tired but mischievous grin appears on my face as I step into the bathroom to get myself cleaned up.