Hooded

Chapter 52

"Wakey, wakey sweetheart. Tis' time to meet the boss."

Isabelle woke up groggily. The drugs familiar help-y complex dude has been giving her since the belt attack, were making her exhausted and that was probably because she was trying to heal up.

Familiar help-y complex dude has been coming over everyday without fail to give her medicine to heal. Isabelle tried indulging in conversation with him but he never answered back to her and when he did, he picked his words carefully. She noticed he was afraid of opening up to her again.

P.S Familiar help-y complex dude, (That's what she's calling him until he tells her his name which may never happen because it was time to meet Lady boss and he was nowhere to be found but that's beside the point)

It was time to meet lady boss.

Isabelle cowered away when the man walked towards her. He smiled maliciously and untied the ropes around her legs, hands and torso. She didn't have the energy to stand so he forcefully yanked her up by her hair and tied a rope around her neck and another bounding her hands behind her.

He pulled her out of the basement/barn/shack like an animal and Isabelle squinted at the very bright light that net her when they exited. He yanked on the rope around her neck causing her to stumble forward forcefully.

There were all lot of suspicious looking men on the hallway they were passing at but her flitted around, looking for the one person that could bring her out of this but he was nowhere to be seen. They finally got to a door that looked huge and posh looking, if that was even possible.

The man holding pushed it toward and shoved her inside and locked the door behind them. Isabelle looked around. The room was really big and looked really cozy with the plush carpets and armchairs but there was this stale smell in the arm that sent shiver down her spine. A sweet sounded chuckle came from the corner of the room and Isabelle snapped her head towards that direction.

A blob of blond caught her eye and her eyes widened when the person turned around to face her. Those same brilliant shade of green hit her like a truck and the only thing she could think of was how the woman in front of her looked like her mother.

Her mouth dropped open as the woman grinned at her, "Hello sweetheart. How do love my home? I hope you were treated well by my men because I know they can get a little rough." She chuckled slowly and a chill ran down her spine.

Isabelle's heart hammered in her chest as she choked out, "What do you want with me? Please just let me go."

"Oh, but you've only been here a week. Come on now, Don't you want to meet a couple of old friends." She laughed, picking at her nails. She looked up and strutted towards her.

"Let's meet my old friend. I'm sure he'll love to see you again after so long."

Again? "What do you–" the door was swung open and Familiar help-y complex dude bust in with an aggravated look on his face. His eyes caught hers and he rushed to her, helping her sit up.

His eyes softened and he loosened the rope around her neck, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah."

His eyes turned to the woman, "What is your problem?!"

"Now, now. Don't use that tone with me." The woman said with a slight smirk.

"Please stop this! She's your family! You can't treat her like this!"

Family? What?

"Don't speak to me in that tone, Ethan. I expected better from you." Her voice sharp and her eyes narrowed in slit. She looked murderous at that moment. It was scary.

She was scary.

Ethan? So that was his name.

Ethan took a protective stance in front of her, "I won't let you hurt her. I won't let you hurt anyone else, mom. Just please," he looked at her desperately, "Let me help you."

Something heavy hit Isabelle's chest when she heard those words, Tyson had said those words to her before. Her heart yearned for him. She wanted to see him. Touch him. Kiss him. She yearned to be with him. The woman whom she believed to be Ethan's mom, looked genuinely surprised before her face turned stoic. She glared at Ethan.

"Move out of the way, Ethan."

"No mom."

"Move out of the way!"

She yelled, shoving Ethan out of the way. She grabbed Isabelle by the neck and attempted to drag her. Isabelle tried to fight but the woman grabbed her tighter, digging her nails into her skin and Isabelle yelped in pain.

Ethan tried reaching out for her but there was a gun pointing at him before he could. He looked at his mom in shock and then at the gun. He looked up at his mom again, his eyes shining and Isabelle's heart broke right there.

"Mom, please. Put the gun down."

His mom laughed sadistically, "No, I don't think I would." She sneered, "This is what I hate about you. Always telling me what to do. You are just like your father." She laughed again but her face was a look of pure evil, "I took care of him. Don't think I can't take care of you as well just because you're my son. He was my husband after all."

Isabelle's eyes widened at the double meaning of her words. She killed her husband and now she was going to kill her son. Ethan looked at his mom in disbelief as he said in a quiet voice, "What are you saying?"

"I killed your father." She sang like she just won a price. Isabelle noticed something else. She was high. She was probably influenced by something. Drugs. That was why she was acting like this. Ethan stumbled back abruptly at those words, "He was such a loser anyway. I was never in love with him. I just married him because he was close with Fransisco,"

Fransisco, daddy?

"Turns out he was in love with my stupid sister and no matter what I did to get his attention, he never paid attention to me. He never even looked at me." She said bitterly before turning to face Isabelle, who was looking at her with wide eyes. She grinned.

"Besides, If I can't have him then no one should."