Hey guys BW here with chapter 11. I don't have much to say, but well, enjoy!

Chapter 11

Isabella's POV

I sat there, curled up into a ball, leaning into Phineas' side. His arm was slung over the back of the couch behind me with his feet kicked up on the coffee table. The t.v. was turned on and he was watching something, but I didn't know what. I wanted to open my eyes, but my eyelids felt so heavy, that I couldn't. So I just laid there.

The room was quiet, except for the t.v., which I really couldn't hear. Suddenly, his phone rang.

"Hello?" he whispered.

I heard some loud talking from the person he was on the phone with, but I couldn't make out anything but:

"I'll get you"

"Your and idiot"

"What the hell is wrong with you?!"

I mentally chuckled.

"Hey how about you shut up." he whispered.

He hung up and set his phone down on the coffee table by his foot.

As time passed by, I felt even more tired. The sounds around me faded out. I then realized that I was falling into the black depths of sleep.

"So, how are you feeling?"

I sat up. I looked around the black room. I saw no one except for a person lying on the floor a small distance away. I tried to stand, but I couldn't. I looked down. Big, heavy, rusted chains only allowed my to sit on my knees. I craned my neck towards the lifeless figure. It was a young girl with raven hair and a pale face.

Chills ran down my spine as the phrase swam through my head. If the girl didn't say anything, then who did?

Suddenly, I heard footsteps from behind me. They grew louder every passing second. My heart pounded against my rib cage. Millions of thoughts flooded my head. Then, all at once, everything stopped. A deadly silence lingered the room. I dared not to make a single movement or sound.

"How are you feeling?"

A deep voice boomed behind me. I recognized the voice. It was the voice of the mugger.

Tears silently steamed out of my eyes and slid down my cold cheeks.

without warning, he slammed me into the cold concrete floor. I sobbed not from pain, but from fear.

"I asked you a question!" he screamed, "Answer me!"

He kicked me in my side. I wept louder, tears pouring out of my eyes and falling to the floor.

"Dad! Please, no!" a voice hoarsely screamed.

I lifted my head to see the girl sitting up. She extended her arm, signaling the man to stop. Tears flowed down her cheeks, wetting the small piece of hair that laid over her face.

"Shut up Emily! This is non of your business!" he yelled back.

"Dad, my name is Audrey. Mom's name was Emily!" she said still crying.

"You're Emily! I know who I married!" he screeched.

He stepped away from me a bounded over to the young girl. He towered over her. She looked up at him in fear.

He swiftly picked her up by her throat as far as the chains would allow. She squeaked and gagged, pleading him with her eyes to let her go.

"I said shut up!" he ordered.

He threw her to the ground. She gasped for air. He then kicked her repeatedly, like he did to me. She wailed and cried. He had even kicked her in the eye and the mouth. She screamed.

"Help me!" she screamed.

"Mom!" she cried over and over again, "Mommy, help me!"

Her voice became raspy as she screamed the most blood-curdling scream. She spat out blood and continued to scream.

Then with an intense blow to the head, she fell silent.

"NO!" I screamed.

She didn't move. The color in her face and eyes drained out. Her once bright blue eyes were now dull and washed out.

He huffed and stood over her body. He gazed motionless at her pale, lifeless body. Then he collapsed.

"I'm so sorry Emily!" he wailed.

I stared in shock to what I just saw. Her face, the fear and hurt in her expression. It was horrifying. It was heart-breaking.

The man stood up. He took one last look at his daughter before turning back to me.

"This is all your fault!" he screamed.

He stomped over and grabbed my arms. He shook me and slammed me down repeatedly. I cried more.

"It's all your fault! It's all your fault! It's all your fault!" he sobbed.

He then threw me down and reached into his pocket. He pulled out a Swiss army knife.

"No!" I pleaded.

"It's all your fault!" he said once more.

"No!' I screamed over and over again.

"No!"

Hey guys! This chapter was mostly about Isabella's dream. Her nightmare. Also, this includes lots of background info on the mugger. The young girl, that's his daughter. "Emily" is his deceased wife.

*The mugger, the young girl, Audrey, and the girls mother and the man's wife, Emily, are my characters. They are actually from a book that my best friend wrote.*

Anyway, the mugger's name is Arthur. He's a psychopathic, abusive, drug addict.

In this chapter, in the dream, the young girl (Audrey) was brutally killed by her own father. (I literally cried writing that part) Also while I was writing it, Phineas threw up. Turns out, he has a really weak stomach! Thanks Phineas!

Phineas: Hey! I couldn't help it!

Well, there will be more information about the mugger later in the story. So, Ciao!

-BookWriter22