It was a few weeks with many changes. First of all Rena fell into a major bout of depression. She blamed herself for not doing more when Isabelle was taken so she blamed herself. Also she had began hitting the Vodka hard and worrying Brock.
Brock on the other hand was short tempered and ready to erupt. This fucker who dared to lay his hands on his wife, and kidnap her friend was still out there. Even though he never liked Joe or his family he couldn't help have a soft spot for Austin's only daughter. She only wanted someone to love her and to have a great career. It pissed him off that she was blamed for shit she had nothing to do with. It wasn't Isabelle's fault her father couldn't keep it it his pants and it was before she even knew who her father actually was.
He was thinking maybe Colby was helping the fucker. Talk about total convenience when she was asked to go out to the car and get something. Mercedes and Colby felt like hell though and if one or both were on the fucker's side then surly he could see something.
Poor Joe went in several different directions. He was depressed and botched a couple of moves and was short tempered and easily agitated. He was now divorced, but he had full custody of Joelle and she stayed with his parents and her mother while he was on the road.
He also tried everything he knew to find Isabelle, but without any luck. Even Chris Irvine and Paul Wright tried to do a lot of things to help out. It was like Isabelle Austin and Joshua Fatu disappeared off the face of the earth.
No one knew where they were. They could be anywhere as far as everyone else knew. Though they didn't give up. They still looked and searched, but with no luck what so ever. Joe was feeling down in the dumps and felt like once again he was losing a woman he loved. First when Galina asked for a divorce and then with Isabelle. He felt a connection that first time and that included the time in her dad's hot tub when he came storming out after him with a shot gun.
No dice though it was like she vanished and he had idea where to find her or look.
Isabelle was now a shell of what she once was. The days and nights just ran together and she had no idea how long ago she was taken from Tampa. It was just sunrises and sunsets and hours on end of being taken by Josh. She didn't' even fight him anymore just let him do what he wanted and when he wanted.
Her wardrobe now consisted of bikini tops, sarongs, and sundresses. She was now very tan and she had the most beautiful sun kissed skin. She was broken out of her thoughts when she felt arms wrap around her waist.
"We are going into port babe because we need supplies. Also I'm trusting you not to run from me and in return you get to explore the city. Believe it or not we are somewhere that you have never been, but since reading your diary I know that this is where your mom is from." Josh told her.
"Oh well, thanks Josh." said Isabelle. She didn't wanna argue or fight and she was kind of afraid to be away from him because Josh was a constant the past few, days, weeks, months, or however long she has been on the yacht.
Standing out on the bow drinking a large glass of wine she admired the city. The beautiful City where her mom was born. The same city where she met her dad. The only place she lived besides Nashville Tennessee where she raised Isabelle. New Orleans Louisiana.
As Josh docked the yacht Isabelle had gone below and changed into a long rainbow colored spaghetti strapped sundress and a pair of beige wedges and she grabbed her teal over the shoulder purse. Even though she was a shell she wanted to see where Nancy Cole grew up.
"Well babe I have your cell phone programmed to where I'm the only number you can dial or accept. No offense, but I don't want you calling anyone to tell where you are. Now lets go. I have to get some supplies and take care of other things. This will be the only opportunity for you to explore where your mom grew up. You won't ever be back once we get to Pago Pago." said Josh.
"I understand?" Isabelle said softly as she got off the boat. She lost herself and she had no idea who she was. Josh broke her. Maybe exploring her mom's home would heal her. She had already felt lighter after she separated from Josh as he went one way and she walked along the French Quarter listening to the music playing.
She heard the blues and street performers and she was in awe of the beautiful city. In the short time she was with the WWE this was the one place that she hadn't been. Though she wouldn't have had much time to explore. Now she did. Maybe. She had no idea when Josh would be ready to leave.
Josh. He hadn't laid a hand on her in the time she was with him the second time. Though the sex was blah. She felt no pleasure what so ever. She just didn't love him or have any feelings toward him. Hatred or otherwise. Her feelings were neutral despite everything.
Hell she already lost it all anyway. Her lake front house in Nashville, her fiance, any chance of finding love again, her career. She lost it all from many different people and circumstances.
As she walked along she saw a white Ford Bronco. It was an older model. An old Bronco. She got closer and looked at the plates. Texas. It was then she knew who it was. She would recognize her dad's old bronco from anywhere. As it began to drive off she tried to get his attention by running down the street after it waving her arms.
"Dad! DAAAAAAAAAAD! UGH FUCK!" she yelled as it drove out of sight. Her one shot of a possible future. Though at this point she was a shell. All she wanted to do was go to her only living parent's home and have them care for her.
All she wanted was the security and the knowing what was coming next instead of the unknown. Since her dad didn't see her she lost her chance.
"What's going on?" A man asked her.
Tom Pestock witnessed the young blond woman running down the street, raising her arms and screaming at the old bronco that was driving away. Then he heard the loud expletive when she was unable to get his attention. The Kansas Native wanted to help.
She seemed like a lost lamb and he had no idea who she was and what that was about. He was about to make his debut on Smackdown that night in New Orleans so he was exploring. He had finally been called up from NXT.
"Can I borrow your cell phone? Please I have no idea how much time I have before I have to get back on the boat." said Isabella.
"What's going on?" Tom asked.
"Long long long story! Listen I just wanna go home. To Texas. Please that was my dad's bronco. I know it from anywhere and I know the plate number. Please sir." said Isabelle
Tom saw how desperate she was. What happened to the young woman. Though he decided to just let her call whoever on his cell phone.
"Here." said Tom.
"Thanks." said Isabelle as she dialed her dad's cell number.
A/N: And I'm cutting it off there! Sound Like Isabelle is losing herself and she doesn't want anything to do with Joe or her career. She just wants to hide out at the ranch in Texas! Enjoy!