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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟒

𝐏𝐎𝐕: 𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍/𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐎

When I got to the police station, I had a bag from home because before we went, we had to stop by my house for my things which is not much obviously.

At the house, I grabbed my clothes, 2 books, my first aid kit and a small bag which had my hairbrush, some concealer and other makeup products. I also put some razors in there just in case I need an escape.

I know it's wrong to make myself feel more pain then I already feel from what Jack did to me but I can't help it. Self harm makes me feel alive, free. Like I have a choice in the world. I sometimes use it as a punishment as well which sounds wrong and it probably is but it's an addiction. I can't stop.

Ive been at the police station for a couple of hours now and i'm fucking sick of it. There is nothing to do, nothing at all and i feel like smashing my head into the wall.

I'm in this office looking room right now, there is a desk in the corner with two armchairs in front of it and I'm sitting in one of them. There is a male police officer sitting at the actual desk, he's typing god knows what on the computer.

I'm panicking. I'm scared. I'm so fucking scared of what's going to happen.

This women took my dna about an hour ago, she pulled a piece of my hair out and put it in a bag, which didn't hurt but she could have warned me first. I flinched like a bitch but she can't blame me. Well.. she can blame me because she doesn't know about the abuse, but still.

She also took some of my saliva on a little cotton stick thing. I think it was a swab or something but I have no fucking clue. I'm no scientist.

I was told that I would have to wait a couple more hours for the results so I'll have about another hour or two until I find out what is going to happen.

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I'm pretty sure that I have just been sleeping for like 3 hours. Nicola just woke me up and told me they have the dna results so it's time I find out what is going to happen to me.

"Okay Isabella I have some good news for you." Nicola says as soon as the police officer leaves the office - looking room.

"What is happening to me? I haven't got family have I-"

She cuts me off by putting her hand on my shoulder comfortingly and shushing me.

I'm scared. I don't want to go into foster care.

"It turns out that your mother and stepfather lied about you having no family, your last name is not Carson. It's Romano. Your father is Lorenzo Romano. I don't know if you have heard of him but he is a very rich and well known man, he lives in New York so it's understandable if you haven't heard of him."

What. The. Fuck.

"I will be giving him a call as soon as I leave. He lives in New York so if he chooses to come and take you into care then you will have to move to New York with him. It will take a while for him to get here as well, I will inform you about what is going to happen after I have spoken to him on the phone."

"Are you sure?" I say, it couldn't be true. Why would Cara lie to me? Why would Jack lie to me? It makes no sense.

"I'm sure Isabella. Your real father is Lorenzo Romano. You also have 7 brothers-"

"7 brothers?!" I cut her off before she can continue, 7 brothers? No fucking way. No. That's fucking crazy.

"Yes Isabella. 7 brothers." She laughs. She fucking laughs. This is not a laughing topic. Is she crazy?

My parents must have had some fun then. Jeez.

"You will probably meet them when and if you go to New York." She tells me. What if Lorenzo doesn't want me? What if he is just like Cara and Jack? What the fuck do I do? It's not my choice. If he wants me then I have to go.

Honestly it's better then foster care but still. How am I supposed to deal with more abuse? Do I fucking deserve it? Wait. I need to stop jumping to concussions. Maybe he's a good man. Maybe he's a kind and gentle guy. Yeah. Maybe.

I hope.

"I will go make that phone call and let you know what is going to happen but if your father decides to take you into care, you will probably be staying the night here. You can just stay in this office. If you want anything, don't be afraid to ask."

"Thank you Nicola." I have to at least be polite to her. She's done a lot for me honestly.

"Oh, and Isabella. I'm sorry for you loss."

There it goes again. I'm happy Jack is dead. I know that's not a good thing to think of feel but I feel relieved. He's gone. I'm free.

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Sorry for the long wait for this chapter, also i know this is short but i didnt really know what else to put for this.

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