Isabella's POV:
I looked through the tweets on mum and dad's twitters. Many having to do with me leaving, them being mad I kept it from them for 3 years, etc. I started crying because I know they won't forgive me, I've messed up everything, their lives, mine, everyone's. I threw my phone across the living room and curled into a ball on the couch. I feel so lonely, even though I'm meeting Trevor and the guys tonight. I honestly don't want to go now.
Trevor's POV: {{That's new!!}}
I made my way to Simon's house where Isabella was staying. When I finally pulled into the driveway I checked the time, 6:18. I opened messages and sent Isabella a text.
To Isabella:
Hey, I'm in your driveway.
I sent the text and had been waiting about 5 minutes before I got out of the car and made my way to the front door. I was about to knock when I heard crying. I knocked and soon heard a pair of feet running to the door.
"Trevor?" She asked, tears running down her face.
"What's wrong?" I pulled her into a hug and let her cry into my shirt. I looked down and saw her holding her phone. I grabbed it out of her hand and looked through the tweets. Her family was saying such rude things, completely and utterly rude things.
"Don't listen to them Isabella. You never wanted to be here, you were just saving your family. Helping them out. You're such a beautiful and strong girl that usually doesn't listen to what people have to say. If you'd like you can just stay home."
"You called me beautiful..."
"I can't tell a lie Isabella. You're like my little sister."
"This isn't home, I'll go get dressed." Isabella ran upstairs suddenly and I sighed. I went onto twitter on my phone, composed a new tweet and started typing.
@TrevorMoran: @zaynmalik @perrieedwardslm don't you understand why she kept this from you? At least have some common courtesy for you daughter and support her. She doesn't want to be here.
I posted the tweet and called Sam.
"Hey Trevor, you on your way?"
"Yeah, just got held back. Isabella is getting ready now."
"K see you soon."
I hung my phone just as Isabella came down wearing a floral sundress and pink Vans.
"Ready to go?" I saw that she had cleaned her self up, hair brushed and tear stains no longer visible. She nodded and I held my hand out. She took it and we walked outside to my car.
"Thanks Trevor."
"Anytime, that's what friends are for."
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A/N: Last update till Sunday/Monday!
Sorry I am going to camp and we aren't aloud phones.
~Sammy
