At this point, she was regretting staying with him. Why did she listen to Jonathon? It was dark, scary, and she hated having to stay so close to Scabior but she was so afraid of being grabbed by someone...or something. The woods had gotten thicker, she was afraid of possibly running into a tree if she didn't keep up with him. They finally came to a clearing. The moon was shining down in the middle of it, which gave her a breather.
"We'll stop here." Scabior said, making her jump. They'd hardly talked the whole walk there, hearing his voice was like hearing someone scream directly in her ear. He set up the tent and entered, Isabella immediately following after. "You look tired." He said. She looked at him, and he looked at her, like he was searching for something inside of her again.
"I'm not."
"Go to sleep."
"No." She crossed her arms.
"I'm startin' to think you just like to argue with me." He smirked.
"I'm just not tired."
"Or are you afraid I'm gonna go off lookin' for the mudblood without you?" He snickered, walking past her outside.
She groaned, following. "Are you?"
He stopped walking and turned around, another cigarette suddenly between his lips. "What?" He said, a puff of smoke leaving his mouth.
"Are you looking for her?" She shifted her weight uncomfortably.
A smirk slowly formed on his face as he turned back around, taking another drag and continued walking through the woods.
She ground her teeth together and went back into the tent and threw herself onto the bed, hugging the pillow to herself. She would admit to herself that it did sort of, kind of bother her.
But she wasn't jealous.
She just liked the attention he gave her, she guessed. It was better than just being kidnapped and no one paying attention to her and just giving her food to eat every now and then. What if Jon was right and he found Hermione? What if he brought her back and turned Isabella in? She didn't even want to know what would happen then. She shook her head, tossing it out of her mind. On the bright side, she wouldn't be around him anymore and all these weird feelings would go away.
She shut her eyes, trying her hardest to not think and fall asleep.
Seconds passed.
Seconds turned to minutes.
Minutes turned to hours.
She was still wide awake.
And Scabior still wasn't back. She got up, angrily running her fingers through her hair. Where was he? But just as she was about to walk outside, she saw him there. He looked upset, and frustrated. He walked right past her into the tent.
"Where'd you go?"
"Don't worry about it." He was looking around, throwing things in the air and muttering to himself.
"What are you looking for?"
"I said don't worry about it!" He yelled, looking at her, his eyes dark. She swallowed hard, unable to look away. "Sometimes, love, you can be so thick. If I don't talk to you, it means leave me alone." He said, walking toward her.
"Then why the hell would you ask me to join you?"
"I didn't think you actually would."
"Oh, and I'm the thick head?" She scoffed, rolling her eyes and leaving the tent. He'd been acting like this to her ever since they left the Malfoy manor, and she hated it. She sat on the ground, staring into the dark trees. She didn't want to sleep in there tonight. If she had to, she would sleep outside, no matter what happened to her.
She lied on her back, looking up at the night sky. She smiled to herself when she saw how bright the stars were. She hadn't seen stars this bright since the last time she and Jasmine had camped out in their backyard, which was flooded with woods. They'd watched the stars for hours, not even noticing how fast the night was going by. It'd eventually become sunrise, and they received a long lecture from their parents about how staying up all night was unhealthy for them. She laughed to herself just thinking about the fun they'd had as little kids.
It made her sad, thinking about Jasmine. It wasn't like she could just push her out of her head either. She'd been her only friend, the only person she could talk to. The only person she could ever go to. It was like a part of her was missing. Jasmine took a part of her heart that she would never get back. She felt tears in her eyes, thinking about her sister's smile. The way she'd always wake Isabella up early in the morning, the way she wasn't afraid to stand up to their parents, the way she held on to Isabella like she was her security blanket, the way she loved dancing in the rain during a thunderstorm.
Jasmine was the craziest, happiest person she knew. The thought of her being gone still wouldn't register with her. A picture of Bellatrix's crazy face entered her mind, and every fiber of her being wished to go back to Malfoy manor and kill her.
Kill her the same way she killed her mother.
"You've been out here sobbing for quite some time, and it's sort of annoyin'." She looked over to see Scabior sitting next to her.
"Well, pardon me for interrupting your late night thoughts." She said bitterly.
"I understand you're upset that Anna is gone, but for Merlin sake, get over it."
She looked at him like he had three heads. "Anna? You think I'm crying over that? I've been living with a guilty conscience for weeks now! I might miss her, but there's so much more you don't know! You don't get it."
"Then make me get it." He said calmly.
She shook her head. "Why are you being so nice to me? You were mean to me about five minutes ago."
He sighed. "I'm not all bad."
She looked at him skeptically.
"Okay, I am all bad...but I still have a heart." He tried to smile lightly.
She scoffed in disbelief. "Yeah, that's likely."
"Love, if you need to get somethin' off your chest, just say it."
Isabella sat up to think for a few seconds, analyzing everything in her head and thinking about it before speaking.
"Right before I ran into you and your lot, I did something terrible...I got in a huge fight with my parents. My mum basically called me worthless. She said I was nothing without Jasmine. She said if I was so done with her, that I should just move out and live on my own. If I hated her, I should just..." She had a hard time swallowing over the lump in her throat. Scabior stayed quiet, surprisingly being patient with her. "I killed her. Before I did that though, I made sure I knocked my father out cold. I stained his hands with my mother's blood. I made it look like he did it and then called the police, saying my father was about to murder my mum...and I ran away...it was sort of my payback for Jasmine. She was never too fond of them in the first place." Isabella squeezed her eyes shut as more tears flowed down her cheeks.
She felt a finger brush her tears from under her eyes. She opened them and looked at Scabior, who didn't show any emotion as she finished her story. She looked back down, tearing up uncontrollably.
"That was...brilliant." He finally spoke.
"What?" She asked, looking at him again.
"You framed it perfectly...and you didn't get caught." He said.
She shrugged. "I did it for Jasmine. If she were alive, it wouldn't have been a matter of time before she killed her herself."
It was awkwardly silent again before he spoke up once more. "You should join the Snatchers."
"Why?"
"Because that was...just...bloody brilliant what you did!"
"It was horrible!" She shrieked. He looked away from her, frustrated, as usual. She rested her head on her knees, still not believing she just spilled her deepest secret to the man she hated more than anyone. She heard him get up, and she looked up at him.
"Come on." His hand was outstretched toward her. She grabbed it and he pulled her up forcefully, bringing her close to him. She looked into his eyes, terrified. He pushed her hair back, his hand resting on her cheek. She was shaking from being this close to him for so long, being alone in the deepest part of the woods, where no one would hear her scream if she needed to.
She was about to try to break away when he did something she didn't expect.
He kissed her.
He actually, full-on kissed her. It wasn't that long of a kiss, maybe about ten seconds or less, but her stomach was in knots and her face was as red as a tomato when he broke away, which seemed to take forever. They both just stared at each other, unsure of what to say. He'd finally let go of her hand, and took his off her cheek, staring at her with his eyebrows furrowed. She swallowed nervously, blinking fast and looking down.
"Go back in the tent and go to sleep. Again, I don't want to see you until the mornin'." He walked away from her, into the woods, like nothing happened. She turned, watching him. She wiped her lips, feeling disgusting. She was still trying to recall what had happened back there, but it still didn't make sense. She ran inside the tent and lied down, quickly falling asleep, and hopefully when she woke up, it would have all just been a dream.
A/N: WHAAAT? SCABIOR HAS FEELINGS FOR SOMEONE? APOCALYPSE. Nah, just kidding lol. I wasn't planning to have him kiss her in this chapter, but I don't know it just sort of fit I guess. And yes, I've been planning from day one that she killed her parents and ran away. Hence the line in the first chapter "what was done was done." I'm amazing at foreshadowing mwhahah. ;D jk but siriusly. Wellll, until the next one, guys!
Song inspiration for this chapter is "My Immortal" by Evanescence. Seriously, listen to the song while reading the whole deep, emotional part. It made me cry. Isn't that pathetic? I get so emotional when writing, I swear xD.
