A/Ns: Sorry for no updates in a few days, i've been away from my precious
PC! But anyway, this next chapter is, you know, one i always seem to be
writting in all my fics for some reason, it's really bad because i just
fell out with my mum, so it might be really bad . . . -_-
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Chapter Three :: About To Brake
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"You don't deserve this Isis, any of it," He spat, still pounding, yet now it was quieter, but it wouldn't go away. "You better open this door right now or i'll smash it down!"
Isis folded the paper in her hands, smudging the blood and therefore the writting. She slipped it into her pocket and sighed deeply, trying to wish the blood away, but obviously, it didn't work. She looked around her blank room, seeing shadows on the walls, cast by the moon above her head, seeping through the window. She didn't think she could take it anymore, why does he do this all the time?
"Isis!" He cried, but she was able to ignore him by now. "Isis! OPEN THIS DOWN FOR YOUR SAKE!"
Isis didn't. She looked down, at the blood on her dress and hands. Maybe, hopefully, he would just go away, she wished, knowing somewhere in her that wishes never came true.
She stood up, the punding and shouting had gone, but she knew he wouldn't be, it was a trick, but she wouldn't open the door. She put her hands together, folding her fingers over each other and watching blood running through. She was trying to get rid of it, but it wouldn't go. Wiping her nose with her arm it also appeared on there, as if someone had cut her.
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Mai giggled, holding the phone tightly to her ear, a smile coming over her face. She was lying, in an old shirt and skirt on her bed, looking at the cieling and talking on the phone. "Are you sure?" She asked, rolling over, to lie on her front.
"Yeah totally, i think." The other voice said, it sounded male.
Mai smiled again. "You mean you won't stand me up this time?" She said, her smile fading.
"Would i?" The boy asked.
Mai grunted. "You know that upset me." She said, resting her head on her elbow and rolling her eyes, even though he couldn't see that/
"I'm really sorry Mai, but it was inportant, you know?"
"Well actually, no, i don't know. But, that's not the point. So, where do you wanna' meet?"
"Anywhere, you can choose."
"Oh how really gentleman-like," She said, turning over again and looking back up to her cieling. "Well, what about that new café. you know the one that just opened on your street?"
"Umm, OK, sounds good."
"Of course it sounds good to you Joey!" She cried, beggining to laugh again. "There's good there."
The other voice laughed, "Damn right!"
Mai swung her legs off the bed and got up, walking over to her mirror. The voice on the other end started to talk more as she opened it to reveal a cabinet containing several make-up products. She took out some red lipstick and mascara and then closed it again. "Mmm . . ." She said, not really listening to Joey. She looked in the mirror and began to put on the lipstick.
Once she had finisshed she put it back down and leant against the table underneath the mirror. "Ok, so what time?"
"In 15 minutes?" He suggested.
"Umm, OK, I might . . . just, manage that, but don't kill me if i'm late OK?"
"Agreed!"
"Ok well i'll have to go now, i have to order a cab, i'll see you there?"
"Yeah, Cya then, lurve you." He said in a sweet lovey way.
Mai sighed, "Love you too." She said, and then hung him up and slammed the phone down on the table. "God men . . ." She spat, "They expect you to be ready in what? 10 minutes!"
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Isis sighed once again, it wall all she could do. He would kill her if she went out, she was trapped now, in her own room. Then she she had an idea, of how to wash the blood off. She climbed onto her bed and moved over to the window, opening it and looking out, it was raining heavily. She put her hands out and the water immideatly turned most of the blood blurry and it ran off. But some of it was still on, and wouldn't move.
Then suddenly, the door moved and Isis turned round, banging her arm against the top of the open window and gasping. The door banged again and she realised it was her father, he was trying to brake it down. It banged once again, and she could see the hinghes at the side, about to brake at any time.
She didn't know why she did it, it was just a thought, a spur of the moment thing. She pushed the window open further and jumped onto the ledge and looked down. It was a long drop, but she saw a pipe, leading all the way down. "Gods help me . . ." she sighed before letting go and swining, halfly, to grab a bit that connected it to the wall and she was left hanging there, until she wrapped her arms around it and got her grip.
She heard the door smash open and fall to the ground. She shut her eyes, squahing her eyelids together. She let herself slide slowely down the pipe and felt the rain and wind on her hair anf face.
Her father ran into her room, looking round for her madly. "ISIS!" He cried, throwing her bed almost over and opening her cupboard. Isis heard her and slide down faster, until her feet smashed onto the pavemet and she stopped, looking up.
Her father's face appeared in the window and she gasped, pressing herself into the wall so he couldn't see her. "ISIS ISHTAR, GET BACK HERE NOW!" He cried and she kneeled down, the rain dripping from her hair and her eyebrows, making the blood from ehr nose watery. Then, after a few minutes she heard something slam, it must have been the window.
She stood up, using the wall to help her. She looked up, walking further towards the road. He was gone.
He would be after her soon, she had to go, at first she didn't know where, but then she thought she could go to Mai's, she would help her, she was her best friend.
Isis amde ehr way to Mai's on the quickest way she knew how, through the back streets where not many people or cars passed through. It was a short cut, she'd get there as fast as it was possible. But she no shoes on, she had lsot them when she ran into her room and the stones on the floor hurt her feet. And the blood and water got in the way of her sight.
Finally, after about five opr ten minutes of painful walking, with some runnign she made it to her friend's house. It was a small house, on a row of rented houses, they were all rented out by the old couple at the end. Isis literally threw herself at the door, banging into it, she had lost it and couldn't take it anymore. The pain, the blood, it was taking over her.
She knocked once and waited, leaning against the door for any answer, but there was none. No one came to the door, so she knocked again, holding her head in her hands. "Please . . . Mai," she tried to say, between cries. "I need . . . help."
No-one answered.
She began to cry harder, now what would she do? She was doomed now, maybe if she just waited for her . . .
But she couldn't do that, she couldn't do anything. Without any thought she took one last gaps of air and fell to the floor on her friend's doorstep, soaking from rain and blood, and alone.
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"Seto and Isis, sitting in a tree, doing what they shouldn't be, first comes se-"
"MOKUBA!" Kaiba shouted, leaning on the window frame of his limo, with a sigh he gave his little borther an evil stare. He had been singing the whole way since Isis'. "I do not fancy her . . ." He growled and Mokuba shrugged.
"Doh, Seto!" he cried back at him. "You so obviously do!"
Seto ignored him and couvered up his face with one hand. He didn't fancy her, he didn't . . . But he did. He wrote that note, he thought she was beautiful, but not just that. She was different, there was something about her.
"Seto and Isis sitting in a tree, doign what they shouldn't be . . ." Mokuba sang dimly in the background.
"If we hadn't have had to stop for that tire, we would be back by now." Kaiba growled.
"Sorry sir . . ." The driver said, trying to see the road with all the rain.
"ISIS!" Mokuba cried, looking deeply at Seto.
"Mokuba, that's it, i said shu-!"
"No!" he cried, pointing out of the window at someone lyign on the street. "Isis!"
Kaiba turned his head, and wiped the condensation from the window, it was Isis . . . "Driver stop!" he cried, as the car came to a halt and skidded slightly to one side of the road. Kaiba jumped out, ignoring the rain and walked over to the girl it was Isis. She was bleeding . . . and wet . . .
"What the hell . . ." Kaiba asked, kneeling down by her side . . .
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Chapter Three :: About To Brake
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"You don't deserve this Isis, any of it," He spat, still pounding, yet now it was quieter, but it wouldn't go away. "You better open this door right now or i'll smash it down!"
Isis folded the paper in her hands, smudging the blood and therefore the writting. She slipped it into her pocket and sighed deeply, trying to wish the blood away, but obviously, it didn't work. She looked around her blank room, seeing shadows on the walls, cast by the moon above her head, seeping through the window. She didn't think she could take it anymore, why does he do this all the time?
"Isis!" He cried, but she was able to ignore him by now. "Isis! OPEN THIS DOWN FOR YOUR SAKE!"
Isis didn't. She looked down, at the blood on her dress and hands. Maybe, hopefully, he would just go away, she wished, knowing somewhere in her that wishes never came true.
She stood up, the punding and shouting had gone, but she knew he wouldn't be, it was a trick, but she wouldn't open the door. She put her hands together, folding her fingers over each other and watching blood running through. She was trying to get rid of it, but it wouldn't go. Wiping her nose with her arm it also appeared on there, as if someone had cut her.
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Mai giggled, holding the phone tightly to her ear, a smile coming over her face. She was lying, in an old shirt and skirt on her bed, looking at the cieling and talking on the phone. "Are you sure?" She asked, rolling over, to lie on her front.
"Yeah totally, i think." The other voice said, it sounded male.
Mai smiled again. "You mean you won't stand me up this time?" She said, her smile fading.
"Would i?" The boy asked.
Mai grunted. "You know that upset me." She said, resting her head on her elbow and rolling her eyes, even though he couldn't see that/
"I'm really sorry Mai, but it was inportant, you know?"
"Well actually, no, i don't know. But, that's not the point. So, where do you wanna' meet?"
"Anywhere, you can choose."
"Oh how really gentleman-like," She said, turning over again and looking back up to her cieling. "Well, what about that new café. you know the one that just opened on your street?"
"Umm, OK, sounds good."
"Of course it sounds good to you Joey!" She cried, beggining to laugh again. "There's good there."
The other voice laughed, "Damn right!"
Mai swung her legs off the bed and got up, walking over to her mirror. The voice on the other end started to talk more as she opened it to reveal a cabinet containing several make-up products. She took out some red lipstick and mascara and then closed it again. "Mmm . . ." She said, not really listening to Joey. She looked in the mirror and began to put on the lipstick.
Once she had finisshed she put it back down and leant against the table underneath the mirror. "Ok, so what time?"
"In 15 minutes?" He suggested.
"Umm, OK, I might . . . just, manage that, but don't kill me if i'm late OK?"
"Agreed!"
"Ok well i'll have to go now, i have to order a cab, i'll see you there?"
"Yeah, Cya then, lurve you." He said in a sweet lovey way.
Mai sighed, "Love you too." She said, and then hung him up and slammed the phone down on the table. "God men . . ." She spat, "They expect you to be ready in what? 10 minutes!"
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Isis sighed once again, it wall all she could do. He would kill her if she went out, she was trapped now, in her own room. Then she she had an idea, of how to wash the blood off. She climbed onto her bed and moved over to the window, opening it and looking out, it was raining heavily. She put her hands out and the water immideatly turned most of the blood blurry and it ran off. But some of it was still on, and wouldn't move.
Then suddenly, the door moved and Isis turned round, banging her arm against the top of the open window and gasping. The door banged again and she realised it was her father, he was trying to brake it down. It banged once again, and she could see the hinghes at the side, about to brake at any time.
She didn't know why she did it, it was just a thought, a spur of the moment thing. She pushed the window open further and jumped onto the ledge and looked down. It was a long drop, but she saw a pipe, leading all the way down. "Gods help me . . ." she sighed before letting go and swining, halfly, to grab a bit that connected it to the wall and she was left hanging there, until she wrapped her arms around it and got her grip.
She heard the door smash open and fall to the ground. She shut her eyes, squahing her eyelids together. She let herself slide slowely down the pipe and felt the rain and wind on her hair anf face.
Her father ran into her room, looking round for her madly. "ISIS!" He cried, throwing her bed almost over and opening her cupboard. Isis heard her and slide down faster, until her feet smashed onto the pavemet and she stopped, looking up.
Her father's face appeared in the window and she gasped, pressing herself into the wall so he couldn't see her. "ISIS ISHTAR, GET BACK HERE NOW!" He cried and she kneeled down, the rain dripping from her hair and her eyebrows, making the blood from ehr nose watery. Then, after a few minutes she heard something slam, it must have been the window.
She stood up, using the wall to help her. She looked up, walking further towards the road. He was gone.
He would be after her soon, she had to go, at first she didn't know where, but then she thought she could go to Mai's, she would help her, she was her best friend.
Isis amde ehr way to Mai's on the quickest way she knew how, through the back streets where not many people or cars passed through. It was a short cut, she'd get there as fast as it was possible. But she no shoes on, she had lsot them when she ran into her room and the stones on the floor hurt her feet. And the blood and water got in the way of her sight.
Finally, after about five opr ten minutes of painful walking, with some runnign she made it to her friend's house. It was a small house, on a row of rented houses, they were all rented out by the old couple at the end. Isis literally threw herself at the door, banging into it, she had lost it and couldn't take it anymore. The pain, the blood, it was taking over her.
She knocked once and waited, leaning against the door for any answer, but there was none. No one came to the door, so she knocked again, holding her head in her hands. "Please . . . Mai," she tried to say, between cries. "I need . . . help."
No-one answered.
She began to cry harder, now what would she do? She was doomed now, maybe if she just waited for her . . .
But she couldn't do that, she couldn't do anything. Without any thought she took one last gaps of air and fell to the floor on her friend's doorstep, soaking from rain and blood, and alone.
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"Seto and Isis, sitting in a tree, doing what they shouldn't be, first comes se-"
"MOKUBA!" Kaiba shouted, leaning on the window frame of his limo, with a sigh he gave his little borther an evil stare. He had been singing the whole way since Isis'. "I do not fancy her . . ." He growled and Mokuba shrugged.
"Doh, Seto!" he cried back at him. "You so obviously do!"
Seto ignored him and couvered up his face with one hand. He didn't fancy her, he didn't . . . But he did. He wrote that note, he thought she was beautiful, but not just that. She was different, there was something about her.
"Seto and Isis sitting in a tree, doign what they shouldn't be . . ." Mokuba sang dimly in the background.
"If we hadn't have had to stop for that tire, we would be back by now." Kaiba growled.
"Sorry sir . . ." The driver said, trying to see the road with all the rain.
"ISIS!" Mokuba cried, looking deeply at Seto.
"Mokuba, that's it, i said shu-!"
"No!" he cried, pointing out of the window at someone lyign on the street. "Isis!"
Kaiba turned his head, and wiped the condensation from the window, it was Isis . . . "Driver stop!" he cried, as the car came to a halt and skidded slightly to one side of the road. Kaiba jumped out, ignoring the rain and walked over to the girl it was Isis. She was bleeding . . . and wet . . .
"What the hell . . ." Kaiba asked, kneeling down by her side . . .