𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐀 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍 is a selective mute. Ever since her mother died, she felt like life was hopeless. That she didn't deserve love. Her father is never home. Her step-brother uses any excuse to hit and punish her and her stepmother is too ob...
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-C H A T E R E S T R E- "Anything is grand if it's done on a large enough scale." -The Secret History ______________________
A certain blonde could be seen walking along a familiar driveway. The gray skies were starting to clear up and soon to be dried up puddles littered the tan gravel. The blonde wore a white ribbon with cat paws on it and a pink sundress.
It was the day after the Verena incident and the blondie that goes by, Lavinia was beyond furious. She never took disrespect easily. Sure she was kind and giddy like Izabela most of the time but when she's mad—she's mad.
Walking up to the dark brown door, Lavinia lifted up her hand and knocked on the door with urgency.
Izabela hurried down the stairs wearing a black t-shirt and gray joggers—her usual weekend attire. She wasn't expecting anyone, so when Zion yelled from downstairs to get the door, she figured it was her friend.
Izabela opened the door and was met with a glare from Lavinia. The blonde haired girl invited herself in and walked upstairs, a confused Izabela followed behind her.
Walking into Izabela's room, Lavinia flopped on the white comforter bed.
"I'm going to kill her bela." Lavinia voiced, her eyes glaring into the ceiling. "Like, what right does she have to talk to you like that?! She was just mad that she got suspended for cornering you in that bathroom." Lavinia added, making Izabela's lavender eyes widened.
The brown haired girl walked over to her friend and frantically tapped her shoulder, getting her attention.
She got suspended because of me?! Who told?! Izabela signed frantically, her eyes slightly glossed over.
Lavinia sat up quickly and looked at the girl cautiously. "Vincent told her—he saw the marks on her arm when you left the bathroom." Izabela shook her head and sat down on her bed, her face covered by hands.
Izabela didn't think Vincent even noticed her marks. If he noticed that...what else did he see.
Lavinia reached over to her friend's nightstand grabbing her brown cased laptop. She opened it and logged onto to Netflix, pulling up Vampires Diaries. A show that Lavinia knew Izabela was very attached too.
Izabela lifted her head at the noise, and sent a smile to Lavinia seeing the handsome Damon Salvatore on the screen of her laptop.
"Let's get cozy bestie—cause I've been dying to know what's happens with Elena's doppelgänger." Lavinia voiced, laying back on the bed, patting the space next to her. Izabela was to quick to lay next to her, resting her head on her shoulder.
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The afternoon light was starting to fade away as the two best friends watched the laptop screen intently. It was a sight to see. Not just a minute ago the pair was yelling at the screen calling certain characters stupid and annoying, but know their quiet and on the edge of their seats.
