ISABELLA
"Mom, we spoke about this, I am not going to get the surgery," I say to my mother who is in tears, again.
She walks up to me with her arms wide open and squishes me into a bone crushing hug, like to reasure herself that I'm not going anywhere.
I internally grimace as my face is shoved into her boobs, see, my mother is 6ft6in tall, my father 6ft7in tall, my sister's and I are 5ft short! Unfortunately this math's equation does not include:a negative and a negative making a positive, (- × - = +). And so unfortunately I'm actually called a pony, my parents are called stallions. Such a hard nock life if you ask me.
My mother sniffles atop my head and brushes my hair down. My father stands at the door watching us, ignoring my plead for help out of my mother's grip.
"Please mama, I need you, you can not do this to me..." her voice breaks towards the end.
"Mom, let go," I try pulling away, but she isn't having any of that," mom, you're suffocating me..." I whine, in hopes of her letting go of me.
"I'd rather kill you myself, than having you snatched away from me..." she whispers into my hair.
"Okay... Renée, baby. Let go of her," my dad finally steps in.
"Isabella, why don't you love me? Why don't you want to try to spend more time with me? Why can't you see that I do everything to keep you with me, while you don't want to meet me halfway?" my mother always asks me these guilt-trip questions, I've never really tried answering sarcasticly like:
"Because mom you treat me like a baby. Because I'm tired of being squashed in between your breasts, and also because you wear my things," all lies, I was spitting, but I really wanted to see what would happen if I was sarcastic.
My mother's sobs got louder, and my dad got frustrated, " Seriously Isabella?, " I shrug.
"Mommy, I'm joking, it not true," I try to calm her down.
She looks up from my head and looks at me incredulously, " You think this is a joke?! Why, don't you see this from my view? You're my baby, yet you want me to except your decision? No!"
"Renée, baby. Calm do-" my father starts. Here we go again...
"No! You wouldn't understand Charlie, because you have never had a living being in you, you don't know what it's like to breast feed your baby, who doesn't stop crying because of the pain she feels in her chest." my mother always throws that anyone who tells her to calm down concerning my decision.
And because my father knows that he can't do nor say anything else, he leaves it alone.
My mother continues to hold me to her chest and soon lulls me to sleep...
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White: Twilight
RomanceIsabella Gazzi was born with a hole in her heart. She does not want to be in a hospital bed, with tubes connected to her. Her parents beg her every single day to get her surgery but she dismisses them every time. Her twin, Mirabella, her 2 older sis...
