ISABELLA The Forgotten One

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Coming back to reality. My neck sits in his hand comfortably.

Looking him in the eyes. Should I speak?

I do. "She was a bitch. Probably deserved it."

He smirks, letting go of my neck.

I let out a deep breath.

"Be careful...you're starting to sound like Tobias." He taunts me, with his deep voice.

Never.

"Well, now you know... why the way I am."

I just stare. He strokes my cheek with his warm hand. Swallowing hard, I blink rapidly.

Turning away as the thought of my parents make me feel sick.

Falling back on the bed.

I close my eyes, feeling better in the dark.

"Come on, we have somewhere to be." He walks to his closet.

Sitting up, "Where?"

Looking over his shoulder he smiles.

I smirk, learning to love his smile.

He clears his throat straightening his face. Walking into his closet.

"Seeing that you've stayed around me so long, I think you'll like it."

He has jokes now.
I scoff at the use of his line.

The same line he used the first time I ever asked him 'Where?'.

"That was corny." I get a peice of black clothing thrown at me.

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Sitting in the comfortable silence of us. I look out the window.

The rain that'd just fallen gives the street a polished look. Drunk people hobble on the sidewalk, trying to stay steady.

I hate seeing people that way. I worked in a bar because, it was the only place that would accept me.

Plus, it reminds me of my parents; the whole atmosphere of it.

Leaning back in the chair, done observing society for the day.

He rests his hand on my bare thigh and squeezes it a little. Placing his hand back on the wheel.

I look at him as he focuses ahead.

"Where are we going?"
I watch his adams apple bob. "Just tell me, please."

Maybe I should just touch him to get my answer. I can see the future far as I want.

"Then that would ruin the surprise." He says, reading my mind.

Looking straight ahead too. I lean more into the seat.

We start to go further into the city, he speaks.

"Revenge."