The Broken Tale of Isabella

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Isabella's POV

I quietly grabbed my bag and tiptoed out of my bedroom door. I went in to the living room to see Daniel passed out on the Sofa.

Daniel is my mums boyfriend and guess what! I don't like him.

He's always been like my mum. It's like she brainwashed him in to hating me or something.

He's much younger than my mum. He's young enough to be my mums son (my brother. Yuck.).

I went round the sofa to the door. I left a note for them by the door before slowly slipping through it.

I made a run for it down the metal stairs and ran till I reached the corner of my street.

I lent against a nearby wall and got my breath back.

I grabbed my £5 phone from my ripped bag. It read 6:47. I unlocked it and called Abigail.

"Hello." A voice groggily spoke from my phone.

"Abigail, it's Isabella. Is it ok if I come now." I whispered, afraid that my mum could hear even though she was still in her bed.

"Oh of course babe. I'll open the door." She was fully awake now. "I'll open it up for you."

"Thank you!" I exclaimed before hanging up.

I turned round the corner now. I started my walk towards my best friends house with a smile on my face. Because I had the feeling this would be the best birthday ever.