I haven't tried to contact Isabella since I found out she left, I don't think she wants to talk to me after the way I acted towards her. I feel so terrible that I'm the reason she went home. We should have talked it out instead of me yelling at her. I saw the Snapchats she posted that day when she went out in Brazil on her own. I should have went with her instead of going out to dinner. We've now moved to a different city and I've got tomorrow for a break then a show tomorrow night.
It's been over a week and I've seen pictures and videos of her going somewhere and basically being mobbed by fans and paparazzi asking about the whole incident with the bruises and asking if she wasn't with me because of what happened. She just ignored everything they said and covered her face.
I want her to come back, I feel like I'm missing a part of myself when she's not with me.
I was hanging out in Scooters room because I didn't want to be by myself in my room.
I scrolled through twitter, checking Isabella's Twitter, update accounts, anything to see if Isabella is okay and where she was. I haven't seen anything from her and I'm worried. I almost screamed in relief when I refreshed an update account and saw that they posted something. It was a picture of Isabella in Starbucks that a paparazzi took from outside.
I exit the picture and exit twitter when I get a notification at the top of the screen saying Isabella just posted on Instagram. I smile when I see her gorgeous face, like the picture then screenshot it.
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Seeing her picture makes me realise how much I love her and need her with me. I go into my contacts and click her name. I growl when it doesn't even ring and throw my phone across the room.
"What are you doing?" Scooter suddenly pops out and makes his way to my phone.
"She's blocked my fucking number." I sigh and run a hand through my hair.
"Are you sure?" He asks and lifts my probably smashed phone from the floor and looks at the screen, "No, you just have no service." He says and walks towards me. I quickly take it from him and look at the top corner and see that it does say I have no service.
"I'm going to go find service." I stand up.
"And get yourself a new phone afterwards." Scooter calls behind me. I don't reply and walk down the hallway, staring at my phone to see if I have any service. I go into my hotel room and walk around it. I get service at the top of the staircase in the room and sit myself down on the top step. I hurry and call Isabella again, this time the phone actually ringing when I put it on speaker and set it on the floor next to me.
It rings over and over again and I put my face in my hands when the answer machine comes on and tells me the number isn't available. I'm about to give up and go to the bedroom when my lock screen changes to an incoming call with Isabella's name and picture. I grin widely and slide across the screen to accept it then put it on speaker.
