When your lost you can always be found

"I promise" I say

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Nothing much happened this week. Zain let me stay at his house but I can't take it anymore.

He still plays his music loud but now he plays Christian music, he's even starting to write his own songs.

I haven't gotten drunk in a week, he cleared his whole fridgerator. I even tried talking to Cole but he's still ignoring me.

Yesterday, I went clubbing to get away, it was Friday night, I wasn't going to stay home and read the Bible.

Zain had been trying to get me to go to Church with him. I would say no and he would ask me why. I didn't want to tell him so he would just walk out.

Cole was at the club but he wouldn't even look at me. He was now the lead singer of the band, but it wasn't as good without Zain and we all knew that.

The other band members still talked to me, only because they didn't know it was partly my fault Zain had left the band.

I got back to Zain's house at about two o' clock, I was so drunk I had to get a ride, from who? I don't know.

Zain was still awake and he was pissed. He said I had to leave in the morning, well, later that morning. He told me he would not tolerate my behavior in his house.

So here I was.

After several failed attempts I knock on my parent's door.

"Isabella, oh my gosh," Mom gives me a big bear hug.

"Honey!" she calls behind her pulling me into the house. My dad appears in the doorway of the kitchen.

"Hey, Belle how are you?" I give him a hug, surprised that they are even talking to me.

"So," my mom says as we sit down, "How's life? Have you been with Zain?" she asks smiling, "You know he-"

"I know mom, he told me." I say bored, "Look I just need a place to stay, I'm not even seventeen yet, you can't expect me to live alone."

They both look at me symphatetically.

My mom gets up, "Want some cookies?"

I can't believe she's asking me if I want cookies, I hate cookies, they make people happy.

I look around hating everything about this house but not wanting to sleep on the streets.

One more year, Isabella, one more year. Gosh, who names their daughter Isabella? I sound like a freakin' princess and besides, it's such a long name. I mean, I know people call me Bella but I hate that name too. Oh gosh, I was rambling. I look up to see my parents looking at me like I'm crazy.

"Isabella? Do you want cookies or not?" Oh I didn't realize I'd zoned out.

"No," I say.

"Look, Belle," my father steps in, "we want you to be raised right, we want you to be home, but if you can't follow our rules you can't stay here."

I get up.

"I'll follow your rules, I'll-I'll even go to Church tomorrow." Wow, never thought I'd say that.

"Isabella, we don't want to force you to love the Lord, we want you to do it on your own, but if you do promise to follow our rules and stay sober you can stay here."

"I promise," I say.

AUTHORS NOTE:
On the right a pic of cole (Reid Ewing)