The Bad Boy's Match

Preface.

Hellooo!

~ The man in the picture is who I picture as Abel, but feel free to picture whoever you please!

~ I know Prefaces can seem so boring but I do recommend reading it! I tried to keep entertaining for you guys.

Enjoy the story!

xxAB

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I laced up my tall, knee length black boots. I looked into the mirror. Paired with the boots and my long legs, I was wearing a black leather skirt and a black tank top. I tied my tangled, blonde hair into a high ponytail, grabbed my keys and my gun and ran out the door.

I had exactly thirteen minutes to get this done or.. I don't want to think about it. Outside my back door, Abel was propped up on a tree. Abel was my best friend, but we were almost something more than that. Abel was a man of no commitment. He was handsome, I have to admit. He had messy auburn hair, and beautiful green eyes. He had dimples that seemed to pop up at all the right times..

stop, there's more important things right now than Abel's incredibly cute dimples

He nodded at me and then I hopped on the back of his motorcycle. Twelve minutes.

Three minutes, a lot of speeding, and a few shortcuts later we arrive at the back door to the museum. Although, what we needed was underneath. Abel parked his motorcycle beside the dumpster, hopefully disguising it from anyone's view. Eight minutes.

I pulled out the crow bar from Abel's backpack as he pushed over a second dumpster, hiding a gravel covered cellar door. I propped the crow bar in between it, pulling open the doors. We started crawling down the ladder – guns ready. Seven minutes.

We scoped out the area, not being able to use flashlights; therefore, we had to rely on our senses. The basement reeked of mold and mildew, something I will hate no matter how use to this I am. I began to knock along the walls, listening to a hollow spot. Then when I found one, I kicked it in. Five minutes.

Light peeked in through the wall, and I knew I hit the right spot. I catch Abel's (gorgeous) eye and he makes his way over. I crawl in first before he follows. Inside was a library filled with books, but there was only one we needed. We began to search the shelves. Four minutes.

"Abel, is this it?" I whisper yell. He walks over behind me, and while I try to pay attention to the task at hand, butterflies are swarming. He places his hand on my waist.

not now Isabella

"That's it. Now, let's go. We have three minutes left." He reaches out and takes my hand, helping me through the narrow hole in the wall. Except, I tripped and fell through and landed on what seemed to be broken glass. It cut deep across my stomach. I screamed out in pain. Two minutes.

"Isabella! Isabella, are you okay?" Abel panics. He looks at my stomach and the blood beginning to ooze out. He removes his shirt, trying to stop the blood. Nothing seems to help, and I begin to get dizzy. I feel as if I am floating. One minute.

"Abel" I whisper, looking into his eyes. "We need to go. You need to go."

Abel had a look of confusion before he carefully picked me up, and with one hand pulled us both up the ladder. Thirty seconds.

He pushed open the cellar door with his shoulder as he lifted us both out. He ran with us both as far always as he could –time was running out.

5..4..3..2..1...

I couldn't move to cover my ears, and the sound of the explosion rang out. Sparks were flying, landing on my skin like snow. I could hear the muffle sound of sirens in the distance. My brain became foggy, and all the lights seem the dim.

"Isabella?!"

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"Madam Isabella?"

"Dear?"

I woke up to a white room with a annoying pattern beeping. I groaned, my head pounding. Can someone turn their damn phone off?

I opened my eyes to see it was not a phone, but actually a heart monitor. I was in a hospital. Lou, my butler and good friend, was standing over me beside a woman I assume was a nurse.

"Where am I?" I groaned, trying to sit up. A sharp pain in my stomach make me yelp. Not a good idea..

"Lay down, sweetie. It'd be best if you don't try to raise up for now." The nurse smiled.

No shit, you don't think?

"Where am I?" I ask for the second time, looking at Lou who had an almost constipated face. He scratched his neck looking at the floor.

"You're in the hospital.. in Port Carnell, Washington." He finally spoke.

"Isn't that.."

"Yes,  America."

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The end!

Just kidding, this is (before) the beginning.

How do you think Isabella will react?

How do you think when she meet her brother?

Or Ryan?

What about Abel?

..Stay tuned to find out!