Unfurling Secrets h.s. (Werewolf)

Chapter 1

Isabella! Isabella get out of bed now! It's almost time for school!" Shouted Amelia from downstairs. Rolling over, I groaned, looking at the time.

"Six in the friking morning. Gosh I swear school should be illegal!" I thought. I threw the sheets off of me and ran into the bathroom to get ready. After failing my attempts of taming my long, wavy hair, I ran downstairs to find my little brother Aaron sitting at the table eating his cereal.

"Well good morning to you too sunshine!" Amelia smiled. I pulled a face but then hugged her. I could never stay mad at Amelia for long, it was a lost cause. "Oh Izzy and Aaron, your parents are coming home tonight. They want to speak with you two so be on your best behaviour when you get back, okay?" Amelia asked, whilst packing Aaron's lunch.

"Aren't you going to be home, Amelia?" Pouted Aaron. I swear that kid is in love with his nanny.

"Aw don't worry tyke, I'll be home tomorrow, I promise," said Amelia pinching his cheeks. "Alright you two, come on go to school. Izzy drop him off will you? I need to clean the house before your parents get here." She smiled.

"Sure thing Amelia. Come on you dumpling," I said smiling, whilst grabbing my bag and ruffling Aaron's hair.

"Hey Izzy! Quit it!" He pouted. He's such an adorable 8 year old.

"Okay okay! Let's go," I shouted through the door.

"Wait for me you meanie!" I heard him say before I got in the car. Driving off to school, I imagined how it would feel to see mom and dad again after their business trip for 6 months. Thank god we had Amelia to look after us or else we would both be a mess.

School dragged on for hours but it was okay until Mr Varner, the Satan of all math teachers in the world, gave me another goddamn detention for dropping my goddamn pencil in the middle of his goddamn class. Argh. This guy hates me seriously and I don't even know why! I'm good in math but he just doesn't like me. Tosser. So after school I walked to the detention room, plonking myself down at a desk. Luckily Hannah and Emily, my two best friends, were in detention too. They got their detention from Mrs Smith but that's a story for another time. We spent the whole detention hour just passing notes and throwing bits of paper at each other's heads. You know, the normal stuff.

I went up the driveway around 6 o'clock, after spending time with the girls after detention, to see the front door open but with my parents' cars present. They probably forgot to close the door after walking in. However, walking closer to the door, I saw that the handle had been completely ripped off. That's odd.

Pushing the door open, I walked over the threshold. The paintings on the wall had been pulled down and the umbrella stand turned over. I tip - toed quietly through the kitchen to hear murmuring voices in the living room.

"Mom? Dad? Where are you guys? Aaron? Amelia?" Suddenly, the voices in the living room stopped.

"Isabella? C-come in here d-darling," said mom from the living room, her voice shaking.

I walked in to see three men, faces covered with masks, with their backs towards me. Dad was standing there facing them and Mom was standing protectively in front of Aaron, shielding him with her arms. As if this situation wasn't alarming enough. They were all holding guns.

Two men had their guns pointed at Dad and the other had his pointed at Mom and Aaron. Dad's was pointed at the two men and Mom's at the man focused on them. As soon as I walked in, all eyes swivelled towards me. Within a blink of an eye, I was tight in the arms of my captor, an arm around my neck - efficiently cutting off my air supply, and a gun against my head.

"You have ten seconds. Ten seconds to either hand over the chip or we kill the girl right here and you can watch her die." The man spoke in a harsh voice. I trembled as I knew he wasn't joking about this.

"10...9...8...7...6...5..." He spoke louder and louder with each number, pushing the gun harder into the side of my head.

"Mom! Dad!" I shrieked.

"...4...3...2..." He cocked the gun against my temple.

"NO! DON'T HURT HER! SHE'S ONLY 17! LET HER GO AND WE WILL GIVE YOU THE CHIP!" Screamed my Mom. She took slow, deliberate steps towards my captor and handed over the chip and his grip on me loosened. However, before my Mom could grab me, he caught me again, now cocking the gun against my mother's head.

"NO!" We all screamed. I shifted and kicked, trying to get him to loosen his grip but my efforts were futile, his grip was as tight as ever.

"Now let's kill you all shall we?" Said the masked man in a cold voice. "Let's start with the little boy."

"NO! PLEASE HAVE SOME MERCY. LET MY FAMILY GO PLEASE I'LL DO WHATEVER YOU WANT, JUST LET THEM GO!" I cried.

"Alright then. You come with us to the Boss and he can decide what to do with you. You come with us, we let your family go. You don't come, you will all die. It's your choice doll face," smirked the evil man.

"NO ISABELLA! DON'T LISTEN TO THEM. WE WILL BE FINE. JUST RUN!" Screamed Dad.

Looking down I replied, "I want your word. I come with you and they are free. You will not hurt them."

"You have my word."

"I'll go," I croaked.

"NO!" My parents and my brother screamed as I was dragged away. 

I screamed and kicked as they ruthlessly shoved me into the car, slamming the door on me. I felt a sharp, stinging slap land across my face; well, that was going to bruise.

"SHUT UP NOW!" One of the men screamed. I could hear my captor barking orders to the other two masked men. Suddenly, a cloth was placed firmly against my mouth and nose. No! No no no! I tried hard not to breathe in the fumes but eventually I had to. The last thing I saw was the faces of my family. Don't worry you all are safe now, I thought.

And then everything became dark...

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