The King And Queen of Freeridge

Chapter Three

A few hours have passed since Monse and the others left. Izzy had fallen back asleep in her and Oscars room and Oscar was sleeping on the couch. Izzy had just woken up from her deep sleep feeling very thirsty, she looked across at the nightstand but her cup was empty. She slowly got up using her hands to steady herself and tip toed across the room to the door. She opened the door and noticed that Oscar was asleep on the couch. She tip toed again out of the room and past the couch to the kitchen. It was after midnight and the house was dark but she didn't dare turn on any lights in fear of waking Oscar. 

The cupboard where the glasses were kept was quite high up and hard to find in the dark but after feeling around for a while she finally found it. Izzy got on her toes and reached for the cupboard, leaning forwards her bruised stomach briefly touched the counter making her whimper in pain, she tried her best to hold it in as she was almost there. Her hand grasped the glass but as she pulled away she lost her balance and her body crashed into the counter making her drop the glass and let out a moan. 

"Shit" she said as the glass hit the floor smashing into a thousand pieces. It was so quiet but her loud moan and the sound of the smashing glass woke Oscar up. He jumped up from the couch and turned to face Izzy. Their eyes met and Izzy instantly dropped to the floor "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry I didn't mean to... I didn't mean to wake you, I'll clean it up" She was so frightened of how he would react her shaky hands moved towards the glass and she began to pick up some of the pieces. Oscar could see how scared she was, scared of him and it broke his heart. "No Mija, don't touch it!" he said. His voice although more concerned than angry startled her and the glass slipped cutting her hands. 

"Ah Shit" it stung like hell but she was paralysed by fear. "Oh baby" Oscar sighed. He stepped towards her and she leaned back. "I'm not going to hurt you I promise, I just want to help you" he said putting his hand out. Izzy remained frozen, not knowing what to say or do. "Look I'll show you" Oscar said bending down and pushing the glass over to one side with his hand creating a path for Izzy so that she could cross without cutting her feet. "It's okay" he said reassuringly. Realising she couldn't stay on the kitchen floor forever, Izzy slowly got to her feet and reluctantly took Oscars hand. She stepped over the glass and followed him to the couch. 

He helped her sit down and then went to get the first aid kit. Luckily there wasn't any glass stuck in her hand it had just pierced the skin a little. Oscar returned with the first aid kid and kneeled down on the floor next to the couch. "This might sting a little and I don't want to cause you anymore pain so I'll be careful" he says smiling softly. He takes her hands into his and begins wiping away the blood. "Does it hurt, am I hurting you?" he asks. "A little but it's not because of you" she replies. Once he has finished cleaning her hands he takes out a few plasters and places them over the cuts. Then slowly and gently places a kiss on each of her hands. "Thank you" she says managing to form a small smile. 

He notices her faint smile and drops his head. "I'm so sorry Mi amor, I'm sorry I lost my temper, I'm sorry I shouted at you, I'm sorry I...I placed my hands on you and hurt you, made you cry and feel like you weren't safe here. I'm sorry I made you runaway and I'm sorry that Latrelle hurt you, I'm sorry that I put you in that position. It's all my fault and now you're scared of me and I hate it". There's a long pause and then Izzy speaks "No Oscar its may fault, I know that this is the way you were brought up and told to act. You're the leader of a gang and have a reputation to up hold I should've known that you would pick the gang over me, I mean I thought things were different between us but I guess they're not I'm no one special". she sighs. His eyes widen and he looks up. "No baby no, this is not your fault. Don't ever think that it was. You're right I got cocky and I did choose the gang over you but you are very special you mean everything to me, Mi amor". Oscar stands up. 

Izzy feeling a bit more confident stands up so that she is facing Oscar. "Look I know I'm different, I know I don't look like I belong here but my parents adopted me when I was 3 years old and I've been with them ever since I grew up in Freeridge just like you. I may not of grown up in a gang but that doesn't mean my parents didn't punish me too. I wasn't beaten on a daily basis like most kids around here are because social services would've taken me away but I was slapped and whipped every so often when I stepped out of line. So I get it, that was how you were brought up to treat defiance as a threat and retaliate with violence. And now in order to remain superior in this gang you have to punish those who disrespect you but Oscar I'm not a gang member I'm your girlfriend..." out of breath and frustrated Izzy turns away from Oscar and pinches the bridge of her nose as if to calm herself down and gather her thoughts. 

"Izzy..." Oscar begins but Izzy turns back around and cuts him off, realising she's still got stuff she needs to say. "You know I didn't get up this morning and think to myself hmm I'm gonna disrespect my boyfriend and wear some short, shorts and a small tank top just to piss him off. It was 35 degrees Oscar! It was really fucking hot and I felt like I was melting, you could've asked me nicely to change into something else but no you used violence instead of words. You hurt me! Look what you did to me, how could you? I understand that in a relationship between a parent and a kid the kid must respect the parent and if the kid does not, the parent must punish them usually using violence which I don't necessarily agree with but I understand that relationship. I don't understand ours? I thought we were equal you and me, I thought we respected each other. In a parent kid relationship they use punishment as a form of control, but you have a whole gang of Santos to control isn't that enough? Why do you need to control me too?"

"In my opinion you don't hit someone that you love or truly care about, if you must use violence you save it for your enemies not your lovers. I just don't think I can be with someone who doesn't respect me and would rather control than love me...