----Bold excepts are flashback/dreams in Isabell's POV which is first person. Just so you all don't get confused ---- >>>>>>> Picture of Isabell on the side!
TOTALLY CHANGED THE WHOLE FIRST CHAPTER! IF YOU READ THE OLD ONE YOU MUST READ IT OVER THIS ONE IS A MILLION TIMES BETTER! OTHER CHAPTERS HAVE NOT BEEN EDITED I'LL JUST DELETE THEM. ENJOY---
CHAPTER 1
'I could feel my heart pounding like a herd of elephants were running inside my chest. He was coming towards me yelling profanities, I prayed to myself that this time would be different he would stop herself before he hurt me. But who was I kidding, he would never change. I felt my body being pushed down to the ground whilst he climbed on top of me holding my hands above my head.
“You are mine!” He screamed in my ear.
I felt bile rise in my chest. The temptation to spit at him came over me, but I knew this time I couldn’t fight back. I was pregnant. If I had to travel to the ends of the earth I would in order to protect my baby from this monster.
“If you ever try to leave me again I will kill you.” He threatened as he kicked me in the stomach and stormed away. Blood instantly started seeping out of my bottom half onto the ground where I was laying.'
I instantly jerked awake sweat was dripping down my neck. I could hardly breath, somehow I managed to peel my covers off my body and sit up on the side of my bed. Every night I dreamt of my past, I can't even remember a time when I actually slept through the whole night. Jumping up from where I was sitting I swiftly pulled on a pair of running shorts and black tee shirt which i've had since high school. Grabbing my phone on the way out of my small new york apartment I made my way to central park for a much needed run. I was running my heart pounding when out of nowhere a man ran right into me, making my fall to the hard cement ground. First i felt shocked then i felt darn right pissed, what kind of idiot was this guy? I looked over and saw him to slowly getting up from the ground. “What the hell? Didn't you see me?” He asked clearly pissed also.
I gasped “You ran into me idiot!” I yelled as i whipped off my running shorts and readjusted my head phones.
He simply rolled his eyes “Next time watch where you are going.” He warned as he sprinted off down the path.
Over time i’ve learned to ignore how rude people are in the city. This isn't the first time i've seen that pathetic excuse for a man either, sure he was handsome put his personality was intolerable. Whenever we cross paths while running early in the morning he would glare at me with his deep brown eyes, reminding me of some Alpha werewolf from one of the many books i’ve read.
Instead of returning home I ran straight to the hospital, but ducked into the gift shop and purchased a small penguin stuffed animal.
“Isabell, what are you doing here so early?” One of the nurses asked me.
“Couldn't sleep so i thought i'd come see him.” I informed her. She nodded her head and gestured for me to make my way up stairs to his room. Running up the stairs two at a time i got to room 215 in record time, carefully i pushed open the door and peered inside to see Talan fast asleep in his bed. Crouching next to him i kissed his hand and place the penguin next to him. Two months ago Talan was diagnosed with leukemia. Never in a million years would i have imagined myself having to watch my little boy fight a life threatening disease. Talan was strong but even his small 6 year old body was having trouble fighting. I placed my hand on his and closed me eyes, silently i prayed that he would overcome this and be able to come home to me.
“Mama?” I opened my eyes and quickly wiped off the stray tears from my face and peered up at him.
“Hey baby.” I greeted. He smiled and pointed to the stuffed penguin, “Is that for me?” He asked.
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What It Takes
Teen FictionIsabell Monroe seemed of have everything going for her, until one night her beloved husband Andrew became upset while in a drunken state and beat her. After multiple attempts to leave him she finally got away with her son Talan. What will it take to...