𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐘 ༄ ᴇᴛʜᴀɴ ʟ. ✓

𝟎𝟏𝟑. Trapped

• 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 •

❝ WHATS YOUR PLAN NOW, SWEETHEART? ❞

⋆. ⋆.ೃ࿔*.

ISABELLA LET OUT A pained cry as she crashed to the ground, her broken arm throbbing.

"Shit! I-I'm sorry, I didn't-" Ethan began, his words abruptly interrupted by Isabella's forceful command.

"Get off of me!" she exclaimed, forcefully pushing him away and scrambling to her feet.

"Isabella, wait! Please listen to me-" Ethan pleaded, but more gunshots interrupted his words.

He swiftly tackled Kirby, causing her gun to unexpectedly discharge.

With a sly smile, he brought back a haunting memory, asking, "Recognize this?" as he plunged the blade into the same spot Charlie had before.

"Fuck you!"

Isabella sprinted towards Kirby and Ethan, delivering a powerful blow to Ethan's head, causing him to collapse to the ground.

"Sorry, but I kinda need this," Bella said, retrieving the knife from Kirby, who let out a pained groan.

"Fuck him up," Kirby instructed the younger girl, who nodded in response.

"What are you gonna about it?" Ethan yelled, holding his head.

Isabella tightly gripped the knife, repeatedly stabbing Ethan, causing him to scream in agony.

"Isabella!" Tara shouted, catching her sister's attention.

Bella placed the knife in her belt loop and grabbed Kirby's gun. "I'll go get help," she said hastily as she dashed away.

Isabella sprinted towards the ladder and began climbing swiftly. "Come on, Isa!" Sam urged her younger sister.

"I'm trying! It's not easy climbing with a broken arm, you know," she replied as she reached the second floor.

"Let's go," Sam said, disregarding her sister's remark.

"Be careful," Tara cautioned as they climbed onto the railing.

"This can't possibly go bad, right?" Isabella muttered to herself.

Wrong!