𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐎 - Isabella has always felt empty, lost. She has been abused her whole life by her mother, Cara and her stepfather, Jack. Cara ran away when Isabella was just 4 years old, never telling any of the Romanos.But when Cara d...
Right now, I'm in the middle of two fucking giant men who are like 10 foot tall. We are driving to the airport apparently. Im in the middle seat of the car and they are on either side of me, there is this man driving the car and he is wearing a black suit, he has black hair and some sunglasses. Im sorry, but why is he wearing sunglasses when the windows are tinted? Fucking dumbass.
I'm so tired, I feel like I could just close my eyes and go straight to sleep. I don't know why though, I got some sleep earlier. My ribs are on fire. My shoulder hurts. My back stings. My arms sting. My thighs sting. Everything just hurts.
Before we left the police station, I was allowed to change clothes so I put on some new leggings and a new clean hoodie with a loose sports bra underneath. I learned that it's best to wear loose things when I'm wounded. So yeah. I guess it eases the pressure a bit.
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When we got to the airport, it wasn't as busy as I thought honestly. I always thought airports were busy at like all times. As I walk with Lorenzo and Alessandro, I go to walk through the area to where you check your bags and stuff. But they go the other way, where the private area is. They must be mixed up.
"Isabella come on." Alessandro insists and beckons me to follow him.
Oh. So the weren't joking. He's totally chill. Not like they own their own plane or anything. Oh, no never.
I obviously follow them because what else can I fucking do? Float and become a unicorn? Run away? No I have nowhere to go. It's fucking annoying. I just wanna collapse. I'm exhausted.
Me and Alessandro just follow Lorenzo until we get to the plane. Honestly, I'm basically just following them both. Oh my god. They are so fast it's unbelievable. I can't keep up. I've got weak little legs. It's not fair.
I don't know how I'm so short when they are so tall. Why didn't I get the tall genes? It's not fucking fair. I wonder if my other brothers are as short as me. I hope so. I can't handle 8 tall boys, I'll die.
I'm scared. I'm like really really scared. I've never been on a plane before. What if it crashes? What if it blows up? What if it catches on fire? Shit, I'm panicking.
When Alessandro looks back, he must notice because he slows down and gently takes my hand into his.
"It's okay. Your fine. Everything is fine. Take a deep breath." He guides me.
His words slightly help. I take some deep breaths and the more I take, the more I calm down. His voice is softer than it's ever been. Alessandro doesn't have a cold expression like always, he has a soft and worried expression.
I can remember that. I can remember...
Flashback:
I'm running from Sandro because I stole his yummy chocolate. I'm glad I did. He's chasing me now, that's kind of mean of him. He should be thanking me, I made him not fat. I took that weight off his hands and had the chocolate. What is wrong with that!
