I'm Not Yours

Chapter 1 - The Invitation

Isabel's POV

I was actually having a good time for once at a party. I was a good girl. Never drank, hardly ever swore, perfect grades. I didn't get why people could never leave me alone though. It was hard to trust anyone. Their facades often seemed real. The night was going so well but I knew something would ruin it.

But it was a someone.

I was in a corner sipping my soda when it happened.

The big finale everyone was waiting for.

I stood there baffled as they laughed and pointed at me.

I looked into his eyes. He didn't look remorseful. He was as cold as ice. I should have known but I was a damn fool. She, on the other hand didn't look like she felt bad about it either.

It was all his fault.

Why couldn't I be happy?

I ran out of there crying and jumped into the nearest available cab outside. As soon as I payed the driver and got out entering my house I ran up to my room. I sat on my bed and tried to calm myself. I finally decided on what I needed to do, what I've longed to do.

I wiped my tears away and eased myself to stop crying. I ducked underneath my bed and pulled out my two suitcases. Everything was packed and ready. I couldn't wait to leave this city. It was infectious so I had to leave.

I needed to leave.

Everything hurt. The pain was unbearable. All it took was that last incident to have me running.

I grabbed my suitcases and dashed out of my house. My parents weren't here. I was glad because they would've stopped me. I didn't need them holding me back. The taxi I had called earlier had finally arrived. The driver packed my suitcases in his trunk and I got in. He did too and he drove down the driveway unto the busy streets of Manhattan.

I didn't look back. I couldn't look back now.

He hurt me too much. They both did.

I felt the tears slide down my cheeks and I held back a sob.

I was never coming back.

Ever.

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3 YEARS LATER

It's been a long week for me. I had to work full hours because an employee was 'sick'. Yeah right. She's called in sick more than 3 times this month.

For a 20 year old woman, I'd say I'm doing okay. I work at Andie's Coffee Shop as a waitress in Miami, Florida. My parents are rich people who can get me a job in the blink of an eye but I don't want to depend on them anymore for anything. I moved out of my parents' mansion in Manhattan, New York a year ago. I got a job, a roof over my head, a car but out of all of it I got what I wanted the most, my freedom. I can live my life without my parents telling me what to do and breathing on my neck all the time. I can finally relax and enjoy myself in this sweet paradise.

Of course I didn't tell my parents what I did for a living even though they'd ask sometimes. They would throw a fit that their daughter is working at a coffee shop as a cashier person.

I recently moved into my own apartment a year ago. I was staying with my Aunt Dorothy for a while just until I got settled in. My Aunt Dorothy was the closest person I had as family who really understood me, apart from a couple of them. She understood why I had to get away and she helped me out when I needed her the most. I knee from then on I could depend on her for anything but I didn't want to trouble the 48 year old woman.

I plopped down on my bed and looked up at the ceiling until I felt my phone vibrate in my back pocket. I pulled it out and looked at the Caller ID. Oh shit it's my mom. Not that I don't want to talk to her or dad but sometimes I can't stand talking to them. I swiped right anyway.

"Hey mom."

"Hey sweetie," My mom says a little cheerily.

"What's up?"

"Well we're having this little party and we would so love it if you came. We miss you and we'd like to see you again," She says pausing, waiting for me to say something.

Oh please. She wants something. Maybe she just wants me to come back home then force me to stay.

"I'm not sure mom," I say kind of worried.

"Please. Just this once," She begged.

"Alright fine," I say giving up, knowing that if I didn't she wouldn't stop.

"Great! I'll see you next week Saturday at the Royal Hall," She says suddenly sounding excited.

"Yeah okay bye."

I hung up the phone.

Why is she reserving Royal Hall? We only make reservations there for special occasions. Am I missing something? Maybe it's one of my family members birthday.

I don't waste any more time thinking about it as I dozed off and slipped into my own little world dreaming of whatever might happen next.
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