What have I got myself into?.
I was inside the hospital's toilet weeping like a little kid.
Flashback:
"I want your sister to live with us"
What the hell!
"We always prefer to keep a close eye on our enemies. So we want her to live with us"
"It's not going to happen old man" Dylan hissed.
"I am not taking no as an answer young man," Victor replied
"Sorry to burst your bubble but the answer is a big NO" Dylan said calmly.
"If your answer is a big NO, then I am gonna kill your girlfriend Amanda right now. You can't make any complaint against me because I have my own ways with the cops". He said pointing the gun towards Amanda.
End of flashback
This means that I am left with no choice. I have to leave with him.
This is a difficult choice for Dylan. He should either lose Amanda like forever or his sister. At least I would meet him or we can always Skype once in a while.
So I went out and announced.
"I will go with Mr Knight."
I hugged Dylan and restrained myself from crying.
"Look at me, Dylan. I am a biggy biggy girl now. I have made my own decision. So stop crying and take good care of Amanda If not I would personally kick your butt."
Then I moved towards Amanda and hugged her. She wept like a little baby and kissed my cheek making it hard for me.
"I'll love you even when Dylan doesn't," I said. Amanda chuckled and playfully hit my arm.
Since I was not allowed to leave the place Amanda and Dylan went home to pack my bag. I am damn sure that Amanda will be crying a bucket or two by now.
When it was my time to leave. I gave them one of my dazzling smiles and walked with them with a heavy heart to get into a blue Mercedes quick looked similar.
After a long ride, Victor walked me into a huge mansion. It was dangerously huge but nobody was inside.
"Good luck Isabella, you gonna live here till your death."
I stared at him with rage as he walked away.
"So you killed my mom," a deep husky voice sounding dangerous asked me. I turned around to see a tall well build guy who looked like he was in his early twenty's. He looked handsome. He had dark brown hair and familiar green eyes. He had a chiselled jaw and full lips. He was staring at me like he wanted to kill me.
"No" I replied confidently.
"It was your mom's fault. She could have let me die. But she was the one who volunteered to die." I replied. Sorry, Brenda. I guess your son would kill me if I don't justify myself. I am truly grateful to you.
"Don't justify yourself. I know you're lying" his voice boomed.
He walked up to me with long strides and slapped me hard across my face.
"You have no right to touch me," I yelled.
That nameless idiot kept clenching and unclenching his fist and gritting his jaw like he was controlling himself.
"Get up," he said calmly.
I obeyed.
"Take your bag and follow me."
I obeyed again. I walked along with him. He took me to a room which was up the stairs and at the end of the hallway. He opened the room to reveal a lot of rats and a dusty single bed. I walked in to see that the bathroom was so clean. ( At least)
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Hi guys,
So tell me what do you feel about my story.
Feel free to comment. Since this is my first
story I am not so bothered about votes but I
want your feedback.
Today's question:
When was the last time you were angry and for what??
Me: when I had a little argument with my sister.
With lots of love,
~musical_raindrop.
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