The Devil Spawns Feisty Mate

Isabella

Following the old woman that saved me from the two delinquents that kidnapped me, I looked around the hall. Noticing how expensive and clean everything was.

Shit, where the hell am I? The Buckingham fucking Palace or some shit!? Is it even okay for someone like me to be here? Wait, more important, do those delinquent actually live here?

If I would have now delinquent one and delinquent two were rich rich, I would have fought harder to get away from them. Even leave town early to avoid them all together.

"Right in here dear." Snapping out of my thoughts, I looked up at the old woman that was opening a door. Waving me over.

I quickly went up to her and she let me go in first before following. Walking into the room, I was stunned to see a large room with a few sets of tables with chairs.

There were large paintings from the walls, a few desks with things on them, an old wooden clock, and another expensive stuff you see in movies or what not. "Go on have a seat, dear."

Glancing back at the lady, I reluctantly went over to one of the tables and took a seat. Going back to looking around the room and snapping my attention back to the old woman when she spoke once more. "Wait here dear, I shall ask one of the maids to fetch us some tea and biscuits." Are these people British?

Did she just said maids!?

"Okay." She smiled, turning around and walked back out the room. The door closing behind her, making a soft but loud bang.

Sighing, I took my bag off and set it now next to my feet. Only thing on my mind now is how on earth did I get into this type of situation and how was I going  to explain this to dad when I go back home.

Yeah dad, I was kidnapped by a couple rich kids for no reason and they took me to their giant mansion that was in the middle of the woods like a god damn horror movie.

He's definitely not going to believe me. Probably get even more pissed off at me for lying to him. That old geezer is too much to deal with sometimes.

Sighing, I placed an elbow on the table and scratch the back of my head. Worried about the beating I might receive from the drunken idiot with the emotionless statue watching at the sidelines.

Feeling a tiny hand suddenly be placed on my knee, I flinched. Quickly leaning back and moving the table cloth out of the way to see who it was. My eyes instantly linked to a pair of tiny green ones.

The little boy underneath the table gave me a toothy grin, removing his hand off my knee and waving at me. "Hi!"

Shocked, I waved back. "Hey." What's a kid doing here? My eyes shifted to the brown teddy bear he was holding in his other arm before looking back at his face.

The boy looked to be young, maybe three I guess? And had a head full of black hair that was short and looked very well managed. Why does he remain me of someone? Or, someones.

Don't tell me, do those delinquents have a little brother? A cute one at that. He's adorable! "What are you doing under the table?" I asked, a smile on my lips.

"Was wa'ting for nana." He giggled. Is he's actually the twins little brother? He's an angel while the two of them are the devil's spawn. "Well, how about the two of us wait for her to come back together, okay?"

He laughed, nodding his head. "Okay."

Nodding my head, I leaned over and picked him up by his armpits. Getting him out from under the table and onto my lap.

Looking up at me, the boy reached up and grabbed a fist full of my hair. "You petty. What your name?"

I chuckled, wrapping my arms around the boys stomach so he didn't fall off my lap. "I'm Isabella. What's your name?"

"Ben!" He yelled, letting go of my hair and throwing his hands in the air which made me laugh at how energetic and full of energy he was. "What a nice name. Wanna switch?" I tensed.

Ben shook his head, laughing at me. "No. I like my name. Cause-cause daddy gave me my name."
I smiled sadly at what he said, old and forgotten memories surfacing back up. "You remind me of my little sister?"

"Weally?" He smiled, moving excitedly on my lap.
"What she like? Can I pway with her!" My smiled waver a bit but didn't fall. A heavy feeling formed in my chest at the memory of my little sister.

"No," I paused, thinking about how the once happy and energized girl that ran up the walls and drove me crazy was laying on the hospital bed, weak and exhausted. Unable to move with bad bags under her eyes. A much of machine stuck to her. "She got sick one day and I had to say goodbye to her. Forever."

That's probably why mom and dad are so abusive, their little planned angel died and they were stuck with the unwanted mistake.

Before I could go deeper into memory lane, the door opened. Looking back, it was the old lady. "The tea and biscuits are going to come shortly."

As she walked closer to us, she spotted the little boy in my lap. "Benjamin? What are you doing in here, little one?"

"I wanted to see nana!" He exclaimed, wiggling off my lap and racing over to the old lady, his teddy bear still in hand. Reaching her, he hugged her legs tightly. "I miss you."

She chuckled, carefully leaning down and patting his head with her free hand. "I've missed you too, little one. Now, let's take a seat."

"Okay, nana."

The two came over and the old lady took a seat across from me, helping Ben into her lap before sighing and looking over at me.

"I must apologize about my granddaughters behavior earlier. The two are them are real knuckleheads that love to do what they please. But if they mess with you again, come tell me and I'll put them back in their place."

I giggled at that, rubbing the back of my neck. "Thanks." Why did that statement feel like I'm going to deal with those delinquents more often?

"No problem, dear." Hearing the door open again, we all looked to see a maid come in with a cart of goodies. "Now, how about we have a nice relaxing time and have some tea?"