I'm sorry.

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Returning home she expected to get yelled at by her mother. It took a lot of convincing to get Sebastian to let her deal with her mother alone. He was very drtermined to take the blame. It was kind of his fault anyway.

(I'll just take whatever she throws at me.) Isabelle walks inside. The first thing she sees is the kitchen. Empty. No one was waiting for her. (What?) Her mother was always home at this time. Where was she? It was almost lunch time. What about her sister?

With great hesitation, Isabelle speaks out, "E-Evangeline?"

A pause. Silence. No response.

Where is she?

"Angel?" She starts to move through the house as silently as she can. "Angel? Where are you?"

"I.. I am.. here." A shaken voice is heard in a closet near Isabelle.

"Angel!" She opens the closet and falls to her knees as soon as she sees her younger sister. "Angel what happened?! Are you hurt?!" She checks Angel over frantically. (Please be okay! Please be okay!)

"I.." Angel starts to cry and hugs Isabelle as tight as she can. "I-Isabelle.." she sniffles and sobs softly.

"Angel.. I'm so sorry." She buries her face in her pale sister's white hair. "I.. I.. this is my fault." Isabelle knew exactly what happened. Angel didn't even have to speak. But then.. a loud SLAM of the front door is heard. Angel and Isabelle both jump and go silent as Isabelle shuts the closet door. It locked on the inside. Thank goodness.

"WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!" That voice.. it was their mother.

(Go away.. please go away.) Isabelle keeps Angel so close she might as well be suffocating her.

"GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE NOW! I KNOW YOU'RE HERE!!" She was angry. Sudden sounds could be heard, smashing, crashing... breaking and screaming. She was tearing the house apart in search for them. "GET OUT HERE!!"

(Go away go away go away!)

Her mother was throwing a ramage for what could have been hours. Finally.. heavy footsteps are heard. Right.. in front.. of the closet door.

Angel is shaking so much it was like one could hear her frail bones chatter and clatter inside her.

"I know you're in there.." her mother sounded... normal. But Isabelle wasn't falling for it. "Please come out.. I was worried you were hurt. I want to see you."

(Go AWAY!!)

"Isabelle..." the door knob rattles. "Isabelle... I know you're in there.." rattle rattle. "Open the door." Rattle RATTLE RATTLE! "ISABELLE!!"

Isabelle couldn't take much more.. she needed to stand up to this woman. She looks at her sister. (Hide... don't come out..) she kisses Angel's head and tucks her away covering her perfectly so she can't be seen. Angel is so afraid to move.

(I'll keep you safe.) Isabelle stands up and then opens the door to face her mother.

"Isabelle.." her mother looks drunk. She IS drunk. "Where were you last night..? I was worried."

Isabelle shuts the door behind her. "I got lost. I missed the bus. I had to walk..."

"You missed the bus..?"

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