The Runaway

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

11:54 A.M.

When we got home, Michael carried me into my room and set me down on my bed. I take off my shoes and my coat. Michael asks me what movie I want to watch. I choose my favorite movie, Beauty and the Beast. My mom told me that she named me after Belle because she knew that I would grow into a strong, beautiful woman that would be curious about the world and love an adventure.

“Of course.” Michael smiles warmly at me. I smile the same kind smile, back. Michael pops the movie into the video player and leaves the room closing the door behind him.

I pull the covers over me as a tear slides down my cheek. As I continue watching the movie, more come pouring down my cheeks, w. I haven’t cried this much since my parent’s death. As I continue crying, I fall into a deep slumber.

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            I woke up feeling groggy, tired, and of course, sore. I turn around in my bed and look at the time. Shit. It’s 12 at night. I lie back down in my bed and look at all the glow-in-the-dark stars on my ceiling. God dammit! Colby!

            I throw the blanket over me and jump out of bed. Once my feet hit the floor, I winced. But I don’t care, I need to call Colby. I turned on the lights and grabbed my phone. I took the piece of paper out of my pocket and dialed the number.

            It took a few rings till he answered. “Hello?” He sounded very tired.

            “Colby, is that you?” I asked.

            “Isabelle?” His voice seemed to have lit up when he asked this.

            “Yes. It’s me.”

            “Are you okay? I mean you haven’t called so I got worried.”

            “I’m fine. Still sore, but over all I’m fine. I haven’t called because when I got home I fell asleep.” I smiled because I think it’s cute that he was worried about me.

            “Isabelle. I-I…um…” He stamped.

            I smile at his stampering. “Yes?”

            “I-never mind. I’ll tell you tomorrow…” Then he mumbles. “Maybe.”

            “Oh, okay.” I was a little disappointed because I was dying to know what he had to say. Maybe tomorrow.

            “Any way you should get some rest. I‘ll see ya tomorrow… I guess.”

            “Kay. Bye.”

            “Bye.” Then he hangs up. I turn off the lights. Then I limp over to my bed and lay down on it, making sure that it doesn’t creak too much so that Michael and Linda won’t hear. I look at the glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling still wondering what he was going to say. Then my eyes started to get heavy and I fell into a deep sleep.