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One hundred and Fourteen: leave him alone

Isabella's POV

I opened the door and everything went black, my past swallowing me with nowhere to run to. If my feet could move, they would, they would run to another state. I expected to open the door to someone, I love, not to be confronted to my biggest demon, my feet glued to the floor. I was lucky my hand reacted before my mind could think, slamming the door shut but he had put his foot down, making it impossible for me to shut it completely.

He pushed it back open, inviting himself in with force and violence, nothing new, but it still took me by surprise. He pushed me back before shutting the door behind him. My mind going into survival mode, ungluing my feet from the floor. I took a step back, trying to run away from him but he violently grabbed my arm, I whimpered in pain while trying to break away from his grasp. "Stop you're hurting me!" I yelled at him, unable to call him dad since he no longer meant that to me.

My survival mode told me to be strong and fierce and so I tried to rip my arm away from him once more, but he held on to it tightly, no matter how much pain it put me in. "You little brat!" He shook my arm while I kept resisting.

"You're not supposed to be here, I have a restraining order against you!" I yelled at him and it was the first time in my life that I was brave enough to raise my voice at him. "Let go!"

"I know but do you really think I care? You're still just as stupid as you were." He yelled back at me his fingers like barbwire around my arm, tight and painful, just like his hand harshly smacking me across the cheek. "That's for lying to the police about us!" He raised his voice, pushing my back against the kitchen counter as his nails dug into my skin. But for the first time in my life I wasn't terrified, I was fuming. "This is for running away!" He smacked me again, harder this time as little stars blurred my vision.

"Stop!" I yelled even though I was in pain, pain was not important now, getting him out of here before I couldn't move anymore was. "Let go of me! I'm serious! Don't touch me!" I yelled at the top of my lungs until it burned in my throat. I pulled my arm back, but with my back against a wall I couldn't do much but ball a fist, slamming it into the side of his face.

Drastic measures but at this point my life was depending on it... He stumbled back, not expecting me to take it this far. "You bitch!" He yelled grabbing his face. I need to get out of here now... I need to either run or fight and I don't think I can outfight him. My head started to orient itself in space, my eyes falling on the door now he was busy grabbing his face.

I tried to escape, get away from him, run, anything. I sprinted towards the front door but when my hand latched onto the doorknob I was forcefully pushed into the door, his underarm putting pressure on the back of my neck while I gasped for air. "Did you just hit me?!" He gritted through his teeth as the anger oozed from his nostrils like and angry bull. I wanted to say something but that would only provoke him. "Did you just fucking hit me?!" He yelled again, his arm pressing hard on my neck until it made me gasp for air once more. I was only so little against his tall frame and there wasn't much I could do in this position. "Did you?" He yelled into my ear making my whimper.

Does he really want me to say it out loud? "Yes! Yes I did!" I breathed against the wood before his fist slammed against the door, just inches from my face.

"I have had it with you!" He hissed before grabbing a full fist of my braid, pulling me away from the door. I fell back onto the floor, watching him approach me and everything about it screamed life-threatening danger. "I'm taking you back home!" He seethed before pretending to kick me in the stomach, but he stopped. His aim solely to scare me and make me flinch in pain.

"You can't do that!" I yelled at him while trying to crawl back on my feet, as he pretended to kick me again. I didn't flinch this time, but little did I know this wasn't pretend but the hard tip of his boot colliding with my ribs for real. It was all part of his sick game to scare me and expect the unexpected. I rolled over onto my back as my arms went around me in agony, coughing my lungs out.