Prisoner Of The Storm (CANCELLED check my works for current version!!!)

Four

A/N:Hey guys, so I rewrote a few things (and added a prologue) so I would suggest rereading the whole thing. THANK YOU I LOVE YOU :)

 Four

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My eyes open. I’m an idiot, how could I have let him kiss me. More than that, I let myself kiss him. I’m breaking my promise. I have to get out of the wall. Leave him, get over it now.

        “Stormy! Come downstairs!” Amber calls. I get up and put my slippers on. I walk downstairs slowly. When I reach the bottom of the steps, I am not greeted by Amber.

        August stares at me wide eyed for a minute before smiling and laughing. I’m confused until I glance at myself in the mirror behind him. I forgot that I was only wearing a big shirt and very, very short shorts. I quickly pull my shirt lower and run up the stairs.

        “You are a freak! A creepy one too!” I yell, August falls into hysterical laughter which makes me angrier. I change into my old jeans that are stained with paint.

        I run back downstairs to find August still laughing slightly. “I hate you. I will hurt you.” I say angrily, he only laughs harder.

        “What are you laughing at?” Amber asks, walking from the bathroom. I shoot her a glare. “Don’t glare at me, I’m just going to work! It was nice to meet you August. I’m glad you got Stormy to get out more. God knows how long I’ve been trying.” She says, walking out the door. Do people just want me to hurt them today?

        August comes over to me, taking my waist and bringing me closer to him. I stiffen as he presses his lips against my forehead. He notices and let’s go of me, frowning. I can’t do this, I’m sorry.

        “Come on, I want you to see something before The Storm gets here.” He says, I almost forgot about that. The storm is this huge, well…storm. It comes once a year and you have to stay indoors until it passes, and practically the entire city loses power. It last’s a week each year, and this time I’ll be at Lyss’.

        We make our way towards Lake Monsoon. “I found this a couple days ago and knew you’d want to see it.” August says, he reaches for my hand but stops a few inches away. His hand drops back to his side. I’m sorry. You can’t understand. You can’t understand…you aren’t a liar.

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        “Come on! No weakness!” Thomas screams. He stands off to the side, watching me and his son fight. Thomas was my third foster home, he had me for eighteen months. “You are holding back Isabella. Do you honestly think they will hold back? The people who would do anything to get their hands on you? If you hold back what happens?” These were the worst eighteen months of my life.

        I turn and face his son, Seth, he was a year older than me and twice my size. Size doesn’t matter though, size won’t win you a fight. I flip the switch inside my head and focus on the blood I feel coming from my forehead, where Seth hit me. I am not weak.

        “I asked a question,” Thomas snarls. “And I want the damn answer. Now!” I’ve had enough. I charge Seth but stop a foot away from him, dropping to the ground and taking his legs out from under him. I back away slightly to let him get up. I’m not done this fight yet.

        He scream and comes at me, raising his fist. I lift my arm to block and push the heel of my hand into his nose. I hear the sickening crack of the bone breaking. It’s not sickening to me though, not right now. I want to hear another bone crack. Seth is on his feet still, refusing to give up. He’s always been brave. He comes at me again this time, but slower. I smash my foot into his chest and he falls to the ground with a satisfying thud. I take the dagger I keep hidden at my thigh and sit on top of him, my knees pinning down his arms. I cut into his left arm, leaving a straight line next to the others.