Chapter Twenty Three "Princesa"

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Chapter 23

Indiana's POV:

I picked up the phone gently placing it on my ears. Curiously I waited for the unknown persons voice to blare. A long silent erupted from over the phone then a voice finally came.

"Princesa" a deep husky voice whispered

Isaac's POV:

I nervously thought of something to say. A long silent erupted from over the phone. Then I realised I had to say something. I listen to to her steady breathing patiently waiting.

"Princesa" I whispered, the first thing that came to mind

Indiana's POV:

"Isaac?" I called out confusingly

I closed my eyes taking in his beautiful voice

Isaac's POV:

I closed my eyes taking in her beautiful voice

I missed her so much

Indiana's POV:

I missed him so much

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"I love you" I heard him whisper hurt in his voice

"Don't leave" I quietly whispered sobbing quietly

'Beeeeeeeeeeeeep'

The security waiting for me looked at me. I took the phone away from my ear looking at for a while not wanting this call to end. I the put the phone back quickly wiping my tears with my cardigan sleeve.

I brought my hands out letting her handcuff me then drag me out of the room. She then leads me through the corridor opposite my room. I scowl at it in hatred. I was in there everyday and I still had hours left to go to the cafeteria.

I heard a loud cling and saw Bob standing guarding my door. She then led me to my bed attaching my cuffs to a long bar covered in some material.

As soon as she leaves Bob races towards me with a smile on his face.

"So who's the special call from?" He asked excited like a puppy who earned a bone

"Isaac" I simply said looking up at him "Telling me he loves me" I say with a smile

He then frowns with a light shake on his head. He didn't trusts Isaac, he thought he was playing some sort of games. In a way I wish I didn't hear his voice because now I'll think of him  more than ever... And it'll make it more harder to get over. But I'm also happy to hear his voice... Kind of like a confirmation he still loves me.

Hope.

"Look" I start "I don't care whether he's left me or hurt me or whatever that bullshit" I explain waving my hands "At the end of the day unfortunately I'm still deeply fucking in love with Isaac Santiago, hearing his voice is still music to my ears... It still makes me happy" I sigh "I love him and I can't help it... So when the guy I loves calls up reminding he loves me? It means the fucking universe to me" I finish shaking my head

"Isaac is like a bar of chocolate with tons of calories in it" Bob exaggerates "Your a fatty eater, find someone healthy for you... Find a cucumber" he shouts his hands in the air

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