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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟑

𝐏𝐎𝐕: 𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐎/𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍

School feels like my safe space now, compared to home it's like heaven. My first lesson of the day was Science and now I have Art. I've always loved to draw, I taught myself when I was younger and it's always stuck with me. My drawings are kind of depressing, but it's a way I can express my emotions and stuff.

When I get to Art, I go and sit in my seat. My seat is at the back of the class in the corner so it's not too bad because nobody pays attention to me.

Everyone is just continuing with our work from last lesson because the teacher said that's all we are doing for the next two lessons.

All day my back has been aching from last night, my ribs have been killing me. I don't know what he done but I heard a crack last night so I think Jack didn't just bruise them this time..

My thoughts are interrupted by the phone ringing on the teachers desk, when she hears what is being said on the phone she looks at me. Is it to do with me? I haven't done anything. Have I? The last bad thing I done in school was swear at a teacher but that was earlier in the week so that shouldn't be getting taken care of now.

"Isabella could you go to the principals office?" My teacher asks me, she has a concerned face. Do they know about the abuse? They couldn't know about the abuse, I haven't told anyone.

I just nod anyway and grab my work and put it in my school bag with my other stuff and walk out the classroom. I'm always in the principals office because I try get in trouble, so I can get detention and I don't have to go home earlier.

When I get to the principals office I go inside and see a women who looks like she is in her mid thirties, she has brown eyes and black hair, she is holding a clipboard. Then I see two police officers next to her and I'm hit with confusion.

I go sit on one of the chairs in front on the principal and put my bag on the floor, trying to ignore the two fucking police officers and the women with a clipboard next to them.

"Hello Miss Carson." My principal starts to talk with a voice what sounds sorry for me. Do they know about the abuse? They can't know though. Unless Jack told them but why would he do that? He doesn't care, he likes my pain so why would he want me to get help?

"Hi.." My voice is more suspicious than I tried to make it out to be but can you blame me? There are fucking police officers stood behind me at the back corner of the office.

"I'm sorry you must be very confused, we have some bad news about your stepdad." He says. What is going on? Did he get caught? I'm so fucking confused right now.

"I'm so sorry to inform you but your stepfather has passed away due to an overdose." Sympathy laces his voice as he explains to me.

I have to hold back myself from smiling. I know that sounds horrible by I'm free. I don't have to get hurt every day. I might have left with scars but I left. I'm free.

"Oh..." I need to try put sadness on my tone so they don't get suspicious. Should I fake cry? If I need to fake cry I will. I haven't cried in ages but I can fake it.

"I'm so sorry for your loss Isabella." he keeps sympathy in his voice. Is everyone going to talk to me like that?

Where am I going to go? Am I going into a home? Am I just getting placed in with a random family? I don't want that. I might run away. No what the fuck I can't run away.

"Um what's going to happen to me?"

"Your going to go get a dna test at the police station to see if you have any family you can stay with and if not then you will probably be put into foster care." He explains to me with sympathy in his voice.

I can't go into foster care, I don't have any family from what I know of. I will be put into foster care but I don't want that. Maybe running away isn't such a bad idea after all.

"The women over there is Nicola and she would like you to answer some questions at the police station, these two police officers will be taking you there." He explains to me.

I could make a run for it... no. No. I'm free. I'll be fine.

"Okay..." I say.

"Good luck Isabella."

"Thank you sir."

I'm going to miss that man. He's always giving me special treatment and I'm obsessed with it.

I walk out with 'Nicola' and the two police officers. The walk to the car is silent, the only communication is a little head nod from the police officers.

I climb into the backseat of the car with Nicola once we get to the car, I have a million thoughts and contemplations in my head going at the same time. It feels like I'm going insane.

Jack is dead. The Jack Carson is dead. Like dead, dead. Like he will go in the floor. Will he? He just deserves to be burned. His body should be burned and that's it. Nothing else.

I guess I'll find out what's going to happen later. At the fucking police station. I don't have family. Jack told me and so did my mom. They could've lied. But why would they lie? Did they just not want me to have a happy life?

Is that what they did? What if they did lie? What if I have family? But that family could be the same. If they are the same then I will deal with it.

If I have no family and go into foster care, they could also be abusive. I don't want to be abused again. Fuck, I would rather be on my own.

I will get through it. I will be okay. I always am.

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Im sorry you havw to wait so long for new chapters, ill try update every week from now but no promises.

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