Isabella PoV
Where the hell is Izzy? She has been gone for three hours now. If mum comes into our room I don't know how I'm going to cover for her.
I shift, sighing and leaning my head against the window next to my bed. The cold glass feels good, but also makes me worry even more about Izzy.
She is my twin sister, so if anything happens to her it will feel like half of me is missing. Even now I feel the hole that appears when she is gone.
She is the life and excitement out of the two of us. Then there is me, who is the brains and the dull one. No wonder she went out tonight, she actually has friends to go out with.
But mum refused. Whenever Izzy asks to go out, mum always says no. That doesn't mean Izzy doesn't know how to climb out of our first floor window. I do hope she is okay.
I look over at her side of the room, at all the posters littering her wall. It was her way of 'painting' over the pink wallpaper we have. Her desk covered in post-it notes, her laptop and an array of makeup. Then I look over at my side of the room.
Pink fluffy fairy lights, hanging around the bed frame. My desk with its white laptop, neat piles of homework, and perfume bottles. Much different in comparison to Izzy's side.
Slowly, I slip off the mattress, getting to my feet, with my fluffy pajama socks, sliding against the wooden floor. Ever so gently, I sit on Izzy's mattress. I feel like I might break it from the slightest touch. She would not be happy with me then, and she can get scary when she gets angry. God knows I've broken a lot of her stuff in the past.
Being careful, I start to lie down on her bed, her smell enveloping me like a hug and the softness of her sheets making me want to sleep. I haven't slept before without Izzy in the room. It's bad really for someone my age, to be so reliant on someone else, but I'm joined to her in a way nobody could understand.
Minutes, maybe even hours may have passed. I couldn't be bothered to move and check the time. All I know is mum went to sleep sometime, while I've been laying here. Now it was just time for the waiting game. Izzy would come home, complain for five minutes, then collapse onto her bed and start to snore.
It was an occurrence I've seen multiple times, one that I could never imagine doing myself. I guess I'm just not one for danger or exploring the unknown.
I sigh, rolling over and looking at my empty, made bed. Outside the moonlight shines in, making the lights from my fairy lights seem pointless. The moon is a much better light. I wonder why I even have fairy lights.
Bang!
"Isabella open the window!" Izzy shouts, banging desperately on the window.
I don't think for a second before my heart jumps into gear, and I leap across the room to open the window. It creaks from age, and I yank it wide open so she can climb in. As she uses her arms to push herself up and inside the room, I look at her body. A small cut on her leg and a graze on her knee.
Then I see what she is wearing. She definitely didn't go out wearing that dress. Mum would never allow Izzy to even buy that thing. It's ridiculously high, as well as the high heels she has on. How she even made it home in them is a wonder.
Izzy gasps, and collapses onto the floor.
"Have you been running?" I question worriedly. I walk over to her, then turn quickly, retrieving my glass of water. I hand it to her.
"Thanks," she mumbles, snatching it from my grasp. "And yeah, I have been running." She nods. Her words are slightly slurred. That's not a surprise.
The sound of sirens in the distance grows from faint to loud. The sound really close actually.
"I wonder what's going on?" I mumble. I grow closer to the window and look down the street. Two police cars turn the corner coming down our road.
"Fuck...Fuck!" Izzy cries out. When I turn, I see the panic and absolutely terrified expression on her face.
"What's wrong?" I ask her, panicked. I get off my bed walking over to her. I open my arms out, trying to calm her down a little bit, but she pushes me away.
"I need to get out of here," she mutters, moving past me and climbing on top of my bed. She looks out the window, then immediately backs down, eyes wide in fright.
"Izzy, you're scaring me." I tell her and she moves past me opening the door. I follow behind her as she runs down the hall towards the back door, her bare feet making loud thuds as she runs.
"Izzy!" I call out to her.
She unlocks the back door, opening it. Standing right in front of the door is a policeman, the gun in his hand raised to Izzy's face as he shouts for her to get down on the floor. She turns in fright, her blonde hair swirling with how quick she turned.
The man knocks her down, tackling her to the floor.
"Izzy! No!" I cried, seeing my sister being handcuffed.
"Izzy! What are you doing?" Mum shouted bursting into the room.
I go to run forward, to help Izzy as she groans in pain, but arms wrap around me pulling me back.
"No, no! Let me go. Izzy," I cry, struggling against the other officer's hold.
"Izzy Swan, you are arrested for trespassing, and theft, you have the right to remain silent, but anything you do say or do will be made apparent in court," the officer says, hauling Izzy back onto her feet.
"What? No, you've got the wrong person," Mum screams, coming forward, only for an officer to block her off.
This cannot be happening...not Izzy.
A/N
Edited by Lottie Lyric
Awe isn't Isabella just so cute, worrying about her sister, and she had good right to aswell.
