The phone rings countless of times, I hang up, and redial again. I've lost count how many times I've dialed his phone.
Panic overtakes me, and I begin to look for a vent. If I can get into one I'm sure I can find a way out of here. This is my last resort. Unless Kevin or Nikki can work some kind of magic that can get me out this situation.
Hours go by and the alarm goes off. I mentally thank the big upstairs, if there even is one. I get my shit together and walk out. I make it to my car safely and drive off. There is no way in hell I'm ever coming back here.
I arrive to the house and pack everything. Now, thinking about it, it'd be best if I left. My family doesn't need me, no one needs me. Everyone is set. They can deal with all this, and I won't be needed. If I'm out their way they can live a much better life. I'm not wanted nor needed. I just bring trouble here.
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Five hours later I'm landing in L.A. only to take another flight to Australia. I've already leased a small house on the coast of Lord Howe Island. No one knows where it is, only three hundred people live there, and it's away from everyone. It's the perfect place to hide, or as I keep telling myself relax.
Before I boarded the flight to Australia I changed my phone number, so it'll be harder for people to contact me. I contemplated changing my email, but I decided not to because that way I can still read anyone's emails incase they try to reach out to me.
After a fifteen hour flight to Sydney, then another two-hour flight to Lord Howe Island. I've finally arrived.
This one bedroom one bathroom house is going to have to do it for six months. It may be small, but just for me, it's enough. I look around and white walls stare back at me, two black modern style couches sit across from each other. While a TV sits against the wall, and bookcases surround it. I walk to my room, and a lonely queen bed is right in the middle. Two night stands sit next to it, and a lamp on each.
I decide to begin unpacking, and start to make this small house feel like home. I take my Bose speaker, and connect my phone to it, then blast music. I need to drown my thoughts, and music is my only way out.
Countless of songs go by, and the sun begins to descend. Before I know it, the sun is gone. I step outside on the porch. The fresh breeze hits my skin, and chills run my spine. From my porch, I can see the waves crash against shore. I look up and the sky is cloud free. Stars shine down on me, and I finally feel at peace. The sound of the waves relax me.
***
The sun rays wake me from my sleep. I can still hear the waves hit the shore, and I know I'm not dreaming. This is my new home.
I reach over for my phone, and I see no calls, but I do have three emails.
From: Angie Mitchell
To: Isabella Lopez
Subject: Urgent
Isabella where are you? Your family has been calling you as have I, but you've changed your number. Please call us, or at the least answer your emails. Remember you have contracts to see through.
Love Angie
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Yeah ok love. She loves her ten percent she gets from all my contracts. I open the next email.
From: Nikki Lopez
To: Isabella Lopez
Subject: Don't ignore me
Where in hell have you gone now? Dad, mom, even Kevin is worried for you! We have looked everywhere, and there is no sign of you. Please, Bella, don't do this to us. Call me when you read this.
Love you loads Nikki
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From: Nathan Sykes
To: Isabella Lopez
Subject: Read this
Baby where have you gone? Chris and I arrived in Mexico only to find out that you aren't even in the country anymore. What happened? Please let me know where you are, I promise not to tell anyone.
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Why do they care where I am now? Weren't they telling me to get out of their way? To stay in the house and not move a finger? Now they want to know my whereabouts? Get the fuck out of here. They have no right to demand to know where I am.
As I make my way to my kitchen, I spot someone walking outside. I try to see if I can get a better look but it's useless. With all the trees blocking my way, it's hard to see through them. When I get to the fridge I remember there aren't any groceries. I mentally curse at myself.
Instead of unpacking yesterday, I could've gone to see if there a grocery store around here. I quickly shower and get dressed. Not bothering to get all glammed up.
I ask a couple of locals if there is a grocery nearby, but they all say there is only a farmers market. They tell me where I can find it and I make my way towards it. Luckily I made it before they closed. I got all the essentials. The only thing I couldn't find was milk, but they did have almond milk.
I walk back home, and before I can even make it up the stairs a voice scares the shit out of me. I look around, and I'm met with bright blue eyes. Holy shit.
"Liam!" I say shocked.
"Bella" he smiles.
"Wha- what are you doing here?" I stutter.
"Well, I live here."
"I thought you lived in L.A?"
"No, I just have a place there, but I live here. It's far away from all the lights and cameras." he shrugs. "The question is why are you here?" he narrows his eyes.
"Come inside." I motion my head towards my house.
"Let me help you with that." he takes my grocery bags from my hands. I thank him and begin to walk up to my front door.
Liam helps me put away all my groceries, then we begin to cook lunch. As we're cooking he looks over to me. His stare is burning right through me. What is he thinking? Does he know everyone is looking for me? Oh god if he does and lets them know I'll be doomed.
"So are you going to tell me why you're here on the island?" he finally speaks.
"It's complicated." I whisper.
"Bella we've known each other for so long. You can tell me anything." he puts his hand on my shoulder.
"Liam." I breathe. "What I'm about to say is not easy to say." my voice wavers.
"Ok. I'm ready when you are." he takes my hand and leads me to my living room. "Talk." he raises a brow.
I dive right in and tell him everything that has happened since I last saw him. He shakes his head, laughs, scowls, and finally hugs me.
"Jesus Bella." he says after he pulls away.
"I know." I wipe a tear away.
"So no one knows you're here?" he asks again. I nod my head.
"And I'd like to keep it that way. No one can know."
"Ok." he breathes. "So dinner?" he looks out my window.
"Dinner?" I look out, and the sun is setting.
"I'll take you out. I know this very good place. Are you down?" he makes puppy eyes at me, and he knows I'm a sucker for puppy eyes.
"Yes." I have no choice, and I'm starving.
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AN: Hello babes!! I hope you all liked this chapter. Please let me know what you thought. Hopefully, I can update again by Friday, that way I can finish this story soon. Well please vote and comment. ILY xx
