Butterfly weed 38

Butterfly weed- let me go

Disclaimer: this chapter contains content that some may find disturbing such as manipulation, gas lighting, violence, emotional, mental, or physical abuse. If you relate to anything here please seek help from a professional

Tuesday March 8th

(we're going back in time a few days, the same day as the first who-done-it to be exact)

221-B Pan-ya street

8:17 pm

Isabelle's pov

A knock came at the door. I stopped brushing my teeth and rinsed my mouth. Curiously I poked my head around the corner, I walked over and peered through the peephole.

Father, I opened the door letting him in.

"Good evening father, what brings you here?"I asked.

"I just wanted to talk with you before I leave tomorrow," he hung up his coat and took a seat at the kitchen counter.

"Talk about what, father."

"That boy," He said sternly,"That boy, Saguru."

The tone in his voice confused me,"W-what about him."

He shook his head,"Of course you wouldn't know, your just a naive little girl. That's why you need me to help you, you need me to guide you," He stroked my cheek, taking off my glasses,"Come back to London with me, no one here really cares for you, but I will, I'll take care of you. I'll give you anything you want, if you just come."

"I don't understand, there's nothing wrong with him is there. What happened to being proud of me?" I asked, my thoughts getting whipped around by a whirl of confusion and mixed emotions.

"I am proud, but not of that. I want you to stay away from him," he hissed as he stood up.

"W-why?"

Father grabbed me by the shoulders,"That boy is a psychopath. He's been manipulating you. He goes around solving murders without pay. Do you know why?"

I reluctantly shook my head.

"Because he likes it. One day that's not going to be enough. I love you, and the last thing I want is your body being found, and him being the one that put it there," He let go.

"H-he w-wouldn't, h-he's not like t-that," I pleaded.

"That boy, that thing is a monster!" he shouted.

I shook my head," Get out. Saguru is more human than you are to your own children!" I shouted before thinking what would happen.

Father straightened his back,"Excuse me," that was no question, his voice remained level not fluctuating in any way.

"I-I didn't m-"

His eye twitched, I could see the vein in his neck bulge, although he showed no expression,"You stupid, spoiled bitch, after all I've done for you. I've protected you, I made you a safe haven, AND THIS, this is how you repay me, you INSOLENT girl!"

He struck me on the back of the neck causing me to stagger forward and brace myself on the counter. He made several more blows to my back only to stop far after I began to cry.

"You made me do this, you've given me no choice!" He shouted collecting his things,"Don't come crawling back to me once you see what he's really like! No, I won't be there, you've brought this upon yourself."

He left slamming the door behind him.

My nose began to bleed, the way it always did when I was exposed to violence, the blood was warm and mixed with tears, travelling in streams down my face. I stood up leaning against the counter and tried to make my way back to my room. My vision was all splotched and everything ached. He's never struck me before, but I don't know about anyone else.

Word count: 599

and thus the plot thickens