Life is not a fairytale (Brad Simpson/ The Vamps) SEQUEL

Seven

Isabella

'No!' I screamed, just as one of Carl's hand clamped around my mouth, the other holding both of my hands behind my back.

Kyle looked at me, straight in the eyes, where it was evident that he was angered by my screaming; he's afraid he'll get caught. 'Will you just shut up!' He hissed at me, his face right up in mine. 'If you don't decide to buck up your ideas, we'll have to do something a lot worse.' I could hear Carl snigger from behind me, whilst half of Kyle's face lifted up, obviously envisioning doing something bad to me. I winced at the thought of what he could do to me. With both him and Carl here, who knows what they are capable of together?

Kyle gently placed his hand on my shoulder, and kissed right next to my ear, whispering 'I can't wait to have my way with you later,' both the words and the feel of his lips so close to mine causing me to shiver in disgust. I suddenly regretted coming tonight, which immediately made me feel bad because it would've been selfish to put other people in danger if I could prevent the outcome.

I was harshly being guided to the direction of -I'm guessing- their transport; Kyle somewhat pulling me and Carl not-so-carefully pushing me, walking so close behind me that sometimes he stood on the back of my shoe, causing me to trip forward. As we neared the van that was parked at the other end of the park, Kyle cautiously looked around, obviously scared of the thought of being caught. After he was sure the coast was clear, he produced a piece of black cloth from his pocket, before placing it over my eyes, causing my vision to completely black out.

Being pushed in roughly at the back of the van, my hands and mouth momentarily being three from the sweaty palms of Carl. One of the men followed behind me into the van, pushing me back down as I was about to get up. I let out a grunt of pain as my face hit the floor of the van, my arms being pulled behind me at an extremely painful angle as rope was tied around of my wrists. The rope was tied so I tight that I began to worry that all circulation in my hands was going to be lost. Being face down against the floor, my head was held down by the culprit sitting next to me, even though there was no possible way of me being able to do anything due to the excruciating pain of the rope constricting my wrists.

Every time the van went over something on the road, whether it was a bump in the road or a rock, I felt every shake that ran through the van, making me start to feel extremely sick.

'Where are you taking me?!' I suddenly screamed, getting frustrated with the fact that I couldn't move and my voice sounding weird due to the fact my face was pressed against the floor.

'Oh, Isabella.... Isabella,' Kyle repeated, the sound of my name on his tongue completely disgusting me. It gave me a sense of where everyone was though; Kyle was blatantly at the front, driving, and Carl at the back with me. 'There is absolutely no need to worry... I will take very good care of you,' he stated before laughing; the sound echoing in my mind, haunting my thoughts.

I wanted an answer, and I'm determined to get one, 'tell me where you're taking me!' I shouted, causing a silence to overcome the van momentarily before it was suddenly stopped. The expeditious halt causing Carl to tumble on top of me, knocking the air out of me. 'Get off!' I demanded, my voice hardly understandable due to the fact he was still on top of me, completely preventing me from being able to breathe.

'I actually quite like this position,' Carl replied, instantly causing me to cringe.

The weight squeezing me down was abruptly thrown off of me, making me instantly thankful for being able to breathe properly. Just as quick as Carl was thrown off of me, I was turned around so I was leaning against the side of the van, my spine immediately began to hurt in protest of the sudden contact with metal. The awkward position on my arms made my shoulders feel like they were going to be ripped from their sockets.

The cloth was slowly taken from my eyes to my mouth, gagging me so I could no longer speak, but enabling me to see. I blinked a couple of times, trying to get rid of the black spots that decided to invade my vision, the dots themselves starting to make me become dizzy.

Kyle's face was inches away from mine, a dirty fingernail trailing down my face from my eyebrow to my lips, before bringing his hand up and slapping me. The side of my cheek bashed against the cold metal of the side of the van, my eyes squeezing shut as the image of my mother overtook my mind. Kyle's hand then harshly pulled my chin to face him, keeping his hand in place as he carefully studied me.

'You should've died instead of your mother,' he calmly stated. My mum.... dead? Did I do that when I pushed her? I didn't think that that would be the ending consequence. Why didn't I know before? I felt more relieved than sad for hearing the news about my mother which made me wonder if that made me a bad person, although considering the amount of pain she put me through, it made me feel slightly better about myself.

The sound of Kyle laughing brought me out of the daze I was in, 'You didn't know did you?' He asked, obviously as a rhetorical question but I still decided to shake my head. 'You killed her!' He started shouting, the abrupt change in his tone and actions making me wonder if he was bipolar. I began to panic; not knowing if he was going to do something, adding to the already shocked state I was in because of the new news made me extremely vulnerable. 'It should have been you!' He repeated, shaking his head, his voice slowly dying down.

He lifted his fist up, making me think he was about to punch me when the back door to the van opened, at the same time as his fist flying down, making contact with the object behind me.

'Kyle,' a deep voice with authority warned him, making him back away from me. 'Isabella, dear,' the man that stood by the door of the van said, crossing his arms, 'it's great to see you again,' he greeted before saying two words that changed my life from there on...

'Baby girl'.

BUT WAIT.... HER DAD IS SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD?????
YOU GUYS THOUGHT CARL WAS HER DAD ;)
I WONDER HOW SHE 'KNOWS' CARL THEN....;);)
HER MUM IS DEAD TOO! OMG, THE AMOUNT OF NEW INFORMATION IN THIS CHAPTER!

Sorry for the capitals...got a bit carried away...

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