Tame

Part 2

I hope you enjoyed the first part, here's 2!

Bella dropped her bag on the dark wooden table by the front door, hanging her keys up. The familiar scent of lemon cleaning products stung her nose, Mary, their maid, had been busy this week.

"I'm home." Bella called into the silence. No one replied which meant another night spent in silence. She lived in the largest house on the estate, right at the end. Seven bedrooms and no one living their but Mary and Bella. Every now and then, her dad's friends would congregate in the dining room, discussing business matters, something Bella had never been very interested in. She didn't know a lot about her dad, they were close and she had always been able to talk to him about any problems she had but that was before he was arrested. They suspected several murders but couldn't pin any of them directly on him so instead, he was locked away for five years for arson. After that, she decided that he wasn't the man she thought he was and his friends weren't friends, they were thugs. She kept them around though, they'd made an agreement to pay her bills so long as they could use the house. It didn't bother her much, she was rarely home.

When she got to her room, she immediately shed her long black t-shirt she'd used as a dress, waltzing around in just her black lace underwear and matching bra as she threw her long blonde hair in a messy bun on top of her head and turned her music on. A rock cover blared through the speakers and she tilted her head back, lighting a cigarette. She stared at herself narcissistically in the mirror, her thick pink lips, deep blue eyes, thin eyeliner and high cheekbones. Slowly, she traced the rose tattoo just above her hip bone.

"Hey, Princess, you might want to close your blinds next time." A familiar voice called, though familiar, Bella couldn't quite put a name to it. She didn't bother looking away from the mirror, instead, she smirked. "Although, I'm not complaining." It was only after that comment, she realised who it was. Placing the cigarette back between her lips and inhaling,

"My dad may not be around baby," she began, taking the cigarette away and turning to her window, "but he'd still kill you for peeping." Aiden simpered, biting his lip before inhaling from his own cigarette. It had slipped Isabel's mind that his mother still lived in the house beside her own. He was leaning out of his old bedroom window, obviously he used to talk to her brother from there. Bella's room was his old one.

"Oh yeah?" He asked, looking her up and down as he stood up straight. She walked towards the window,

"Yeah." She replied, pulling the curtains shut, she heard him laugh and close his own window.

*

Isabel sat on her bed, eating chunks of pineapple and reading her Harry Potter book, the house was quiet, eerily quiet. She was used to it now though, being on her own for two years had numbed her, supressed her fears of someone snatching her up in the middle of the night. The small rattle that travelled across her laminate bedroom floor didn't fail to make her jump however. She looked over the top rim her glasses, trying to locate the source of the noise in the dim light of her bedroom. It was a yellow pencil and it could have only come from one place.

"If you don't mind, I'm not exactly keen on people throwing random objects into my bedroom." She hissed at who she first thought was Aiden but to her surprise, she was greeted by Dylan. A guy who used to be in a few of her classes during secondary school but she hadn't seen much of him since they started college. "What do you want?"

"Dylan, I told you to leave her alone." Bella heard Aiden scold from somewhere out of sight.

"So, Izzy, I heard you were handing out free strip shows, fancy giving us a twirl?" Isabel grimaced at Dylan and the fact that he'd called her "Izzy" she despised the abbreviation.

"Piss off, Dylan." He grinned and Aiden came into view,

"Nice glasses." He commented, nodding at her black rimmed square glasses. She quickly took them off and folded them up, tossing them on her bed. The breeze made her bare thighs pimple as she stood in nothing but her brother's grey, old gym jumper and a pair of tight pyjama shorts.

"I was studying." She replied. Not willing to give away her secret passion for reading about mythical creatures, vampires and wizards and such. Both of the boys looked slightly taken back,

"Didn't have you down as the type." Aiden said, Bella rolled her eyes,

"Whatever, stop throwing shit through my window." Without so much as a goodbye, she pulled her window down, silencing them and Aiden's music.