FRAGILE : A Lovestory

Gone - 4

Trigger warning : Depiction of strong language, abuse, sexual assault, violence.

Next Day :

Isabella's POV :

I could feel the birds chirping on my balcony, and I tried to open my eyes to take it all in. But those sunrays were just too strong, my eyes shut again. Eventually though, I managed to open my eyes wide and that's when it hit me, i found myself drowned into sea of thoughts.

Leaning on the balcony railing, I found myself lost in a flashback, I still couldn't believe that I had lost my only friend last night. A tear welled up in my eye, but I held it back. This wasn't the time to sit and cry.

This morning didn't feel particularly special to me, but there was definitely something unusual about it. Life is full of unexpected moments, right? I laughed at my pathetic self.

I felt like I had to run away before it was too late and I end up in the hands of that monster.

With all the courage I could muster, I went to my cupboard, grabbed a bag, and filled it with necessary items. I searched my room for something like a rope, but couldn't find anything.

Feeling a bit defeated, I plopped down on my bed. Then, I noticed a blanket underneath me and an idea popped into my mind.

I bought some scissors and cut the blanket into strips, tying them together to make a rope.

I rummaged through my things, and packed some nessicities. I was going through My desk, when a photo frame fell off. It was me, in my teen's.

I've never really known, how I was in my childhood, where are my pictures as an infant? And more importantly why are there no pictures of my mom?

I sighed keeping away the frame, I don't need this now. I'm gonna start over with my life, away from this nightmare.

The rope was ready, and so were my things, but I wasn't ready yet.

I started worrying about what would happen if I actually ran away. Either way, my dad would find out, and I couldn't help but wonder what consequences I would face if he caught me. It was definitely a tough decision to make.

I grabbed my bag and tied the rope to my balcony railing, letting the rest of it hang down. The rope didn't quite reach the ground, so I knew I would have to jump a little.

Taking a deep breath, I realized that I might have to risk breaking some bones to succeed. I climbed onto a stool and looked down. It was a two-story mansion, but I was on the first floor.

The thought of failing and potentially injuring myself weighed heavily on my mind. I felt nervous, and my legs seemed frozen, making it difficult for me to take that leap.

I was still looking down at the rope when my room door burst open. My dad stood there with big men in black suits, "Gaurds!! Get her!". Suddenly, one of the guards came and lifted me up from behind, "Let GO!!" I shouted while struggled in his arms. His grip was tight, and it was painful. "LET ME GO!!" I wriggled and continued to shout.

Suddenly, He hit me on the head with something, making me feel weak and dizzy, causing me to fall to the ground.

I wasn't completely unconscious, though, and I could hear their conversation. "Hey! What the fuck happened to her!! Did you killed her or what?!" "No i just knocked her out". I tried to opening my eyes, but I couldn't. Eventually, I felt my body being moved somewhere, and My eyes felt heavy as I black out.

Unknown POV :

"So let me get this straight, you're saying there is not a single information of her" I said, furiously.