❪ 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄❫ * ˚ ✦ chapter twenty-nine , with great power [ tw : grief, self-harm mentions & pain ]
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❪ QUEENS , NEW YORK CITY ❫ June 2016
After the party, back in April, Isabella had spent the majority of the weekend curled up in her bed in embarrassment. Milton had managed to get her back to the facility where her family took over caring for her, she'd been a wreck, and then he'd visited the next day and stayed around as she drowned her sorrows in ice cream and Nutella. Natasha eventually came in Sunday evening and practically dragged the girl from bed, giving her a scolding for moping about even though she didn't know the full story. Isabella told her, and Nat ended up laying in bed with her and Miles, chatting about how her love life has gone to shit.
Monday. Isabella was flying out to Malibu, California. She said her goodbyes to Miles who had spent the night there on Saturday and Sunday, sleeping on the floor however, a requirement of Tony's if he was to stay with his bestfriend.
Tony and Pepper were taking some time off to go with her to Malibu, well deserved time off. They spent a week out there, doing nothing but chilling. They went to Pasadena first so Belly could see her mother's grave for the first time, before Happy drove them to Malibu, remembering the route like the back of his hand. Isabella was so happy after Monday, she spent every day with a beaming smile, forgetting her life back in NYC.
Tony and Pepper were so happy to see her happy, they planned the best week. Belly drove around the jeep they'd been supplied with, wind in her hair, sunglasses on her eyes and gentle tanned skin. She looked in her element, whipping down the roads on the cliff sides of Malibu. Both parents were content in their little lives.
The visit to Malibu really did make Tony miss his time there. Even more so when he and Pepper stood on the tarmac, watching Belly and Rhodey shoot about in a fighter jet, something she'd wanted to do for a while.
Isabella was laughing and grinning the entire time, so much her cheeks hurt afterwards.
The flight back to New York was saddening and quiet, Belly didn't say a word, knowing she was going back to her dark and dingy life in NYC where Pepper is never around, neither is Tony and she has so many issues. At least in Malibu, she had no issues, and she could just be happy.
