𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐀 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍 is a selective mute. Ever since her mother died, she felt like life was hopeless. That she didn't deserve love. Her father is never home. Her step-brother uses any excuse to hit and punish her and her stepmother is too ob...
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-D A D D Y I S S U E S- "He hugged me....and it finally hit how much I missed him." ____________________________
Izabela's dark brown hair laid wildly on her pillows, her brows furrowed as she slept soundly. Small, heavy breaths escaped her parted lips as her body made no effort to wake up. The early morning sun peaked through her windows and kissed her slightly tan skin as a gentle alarm.
She groaned lowly and shifted beneath her covers trying to hold onto the sweet relaxation that sleep brought her but, her eyelids pulled open and her lavender eyes met her dark curtains. She let out a quiet yawn, her eyes drifting over to her keyboard and the sheet music sitting on top of it.
It was almost mocking her.
The sheet music, the stupid black bench, the dusty keys; they were all mocking her. Cursing her with the reason why she couldn't play, twisting a knife in her heart as she wished she could get over herself and play the stupid thing.
But she couldn't, Izabela couldn't do it.
Her night stand vibrated with the message pop up she got of her phone, she forced her eyes from the keyboard and went to reach for her phone. She rubbed her eyes tiredly and sat up, the covers pooling at her waist.
The white material of her cotton tank top clung to the curve of chest and complimented her sun kissed skin. The message on her phone displayed Liam's name, the sight causing a faint smile to grace her lips.
Liam🤪: Morning chérie i know you're probably getting right now but i just want to text you before you left.
Liam🤪: And say that i miss you
Liam🤪: A lot
Izabela read the message her cheeks flushed as she smiled to herself like a giddy schoolgirl. She quickly sent a message back before placing her phone on the inn table and leaving the comfort of her bed. her sweet, comfy, and warm bed..
Her lower half was clad in a black cotton thong that sat high on the curve of her hips which seemed to naturally sway as she walked to her closet. She nibbled on her bottom lip, her eyes scanning her clothing wondering what was going to be her outfit for today. Shifting in her spot as she still felt the touches of Liam...his whispers against her ear. Her face seemed to flush deeper and a warmness seemed to pool in the pit of her stomach.
A shuddered sigh left her lips. Oh, god.
Izabela grabbed a few pieces of clothing and started getting ready, trying to distract her mind from drifting to dirty and sinful places.
Feeling satisfied with her outfit choice, she stepped into her mirror smoothing out the soft fabric. It was a dark green fitted sweater paired with black jeans. She tugged at the hem of the sweater trying to cover the purple bruise that stood out on her stomach, a low wince escaping her mouth.
