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8

Isabelle's Pov-

I open the heavy door to my house, strolling through the hall until I pass the kitchen, I stand outside the kitchen door to find my father, with a coffee in his hand and his head hung down low. I walked in his direction and decided to sit in front of him, his bloodshot eyes gazed up on me before looking down, I've never seen his eyes that red before

"what are you doing here?" he grunted, not once looking up at me, immediately making me understand what's up with him, he's high.

"Dad" I softly say, his gaze only focused on the coffee, making me get frustrated as each second passes by

"Isabelle, go to your room, I have to go to meet a costumer soon" He replies, yawning

"costumers? oh yeah? what costumers?" I decide to stand up to myself, slamming my hands on the table,  his angry glaring eyes meet mine making me regret talking to him. As he slowly stands up and paces towards me, making me walk backwards slowly. His face now red with a suppressed rage

"I said, go to your room" he dictates in a low tone not letting me talk, I don't move a foot and I stand where he left me. His body immediately becomes tense

"Go to your Room!" He yells on top of his lungs, lunging at me before I hastily bolted towards my room as I slammed the door shut with all my power and locked it right after. My hands shaking and my wound held a sharp pain from moving it around too much as I breathed in and out. 

And without a second thought I lay on my bed still in Anders comfortable stripped t-shirt, a smile forming on my face just by the thought of him.

 I silently relax my eyes as I put on Ed Sheeran's song; autumn leaves in my headphones, my thoughts slowly start consuming me, before a loud ear-splitting text message wakes me up

" I'm outside, get ready, we're going to the spot"

 The spot? okay this is different I think to myself, before changing into some jean shorts, a plain white shirt, and a blue jacket to cover me up. I grab my necessities and walked down the stairs, ignoring my dad wherever he is. 

Opening the door I step outside, the sun dipping behind the horizon, as it poured out its brilliant hot oranges and reds into the clouds. I gaze up to Marina; eyebags under her eyes, and her curly hair messed up.Making me walk up to her

"tell me what's up" I inquired, knowing something was going on in her mind, making me feel like a bad friend for not helping her from before. She just kept on walking, avoiding eye contact, swallowing constantly as I let her walk in silence for 5 minutes or more, giving her space

"Marina" I worriedly remark as I stop walking, looking at her dead in the eyes

"what the fuck happened" I seriously commanded, not knowing what else to do as she wouldn't talk; making me feel irritated... I should relax, she may be going through a hard time and I should let her speak herself, whenever she is ready, I tell myself as I grabbed her cold hand and started to walk again. 

I start to wonder, what was going through her head, different scenarios and moments go through my mind but still, its something that she hasn't told me...

"I did something bad" she confesses making me draw my brows together in confusion. as the street lights open up, making us see better in the dark cloudy night

"I- " she starts explaining as I stay patient, waiting for her to find her words 
"I had sex with Samuels brother" she quickly darted out studying me, waiting for my reaction, as my eyes widen in surprise

"wow, that's not what I expected to hear, but alright" I chuckle and state, as she kept glancing up at me, silence taking over the both of us. 

"its okay, Mari" I call her by her nickname as I stop walking, taking my hands in hers giving her my full support