I waited impatiently as I wondered where my mom was taking us. I could tell Isabella wanted to know too but I couldn't stand looking at her for more than five seconds. Every time I looked at her all I could think of was pure hatred. I stared down at my arm as I saw red scratch marks from Isabella's nails and I pulled my sleeve a little lower to cover them as they just reminded me of her.

"Mom, can you please tell us where you're taking us?" Isabella asked impatiently.

"Just be quiet." She answered strictly. I could tell my mom was really angry with the both of us and I didn't blame her. Isabella had her mouth slightly hanging open a looked a little offended. It was probably because she'd never been in trouble by mom before.

I looked outside the window as we headed outside of town and through a winding road full of trees. I began to feel a little scared. We had been driving for almost half an hour when my mom finally stopped the car and got out. It was in the middle of no where and all I could see was the grey road and a long line of trees on the side of it. This place was absolutely deserted and you could hear a pin drop. Isabella and I got out of the car as well, feeling absolutely clueless to what was going on.

"Here we are." Mom said.

"Where are we and what are doing here?" Isabella insisted.

"Well quite a long way from Hill Ridge I suppose. And you're here to sort things out with Lizzie." She answered. I was so lost and couldn't understand where my mother was getting at.

"How is this going to sort things out between us?" I asked. "We are in the middle of no where!"

I watched as my mom gave a small smile and got into the car. We went to follow her, but she stopped us.

"You two can walk home." She answered calmly.

"WHAT?" We both said.

"But mom it'll take us ages to walk home!" Isabella said angrily.

"Yes, it's a long walk girls. That means you have a lot of time to sort out your problems. I'm not letting you girls into the house until you can get along, is that clear? So by the time you reach home, you two should have sorted things out by then." My mom replied, still smiling. I felt so angry that she was doing this. I couldn't bare standing in the same room as Isabella, so how was I going to survive walking for about an hour with her?

"Have fun girls!" She said as she drove off and left behind a cloud of smoke. Isabella and I just stood their, not believing that our mother had just left us in the middle of no where to walk home.

"This is all your fault." Isabella said as she began to walk.

"What? My fault? Why is everything my fault?" I asked angrily.

"Because it is your fault! If you hadn't attacked me like some wild beast then we wouldn't be out here." She responded. I had to admit, part of it was my fault.

"Yeah well you asked for it." I said back. We had only walked a couple of metres but I already felt tired since I didn't get a lot of sleep that night. I looked up at Isabella and she didn't have the pure look of evil she always had when I was around. Maybe there was a good side to her and maybe I just hadn't seen it.

Miranda sat waiting anxiously at home for Lizzie to come back. It had been ages and she desperately wanted to know what had happened with Gordo. She knew she was going to go to her mom's place after, so she decided to call there.

"Hello, is Lizzie there? She's supposed to come back to my place after." Miranda said as she recognized the sound of her mom's voice. "I'm just checking whether she's okay or not."

"She's not home at the moment Miranda, but I'm sure she's fine. She's out with Isabella."

"What? D-did I hear wrong?" Miranda asked. Why on earth would Lizzie be out the Isabella? She thought.

"Oh don't worry. I'm sure Lizzie will tell you everything when she gets back, trust me." Jo replied and hung up. What's the world coming too? Miranda wondered. All of a sudden she heard a knock at the door and went to go get it. It was Gordo.

"Hey Gordo." Miranda said.

"Hey, is Lizzie here?" He asked. Miranda shook her head. He sighed with relief and invited himself in. "Look, I'm sorry I got angry at you for something Lizzie did. I guess I was just hurt, that's all."

"It's okay Gordo...I would have done the same. Do you know where Lizzie is?" Miranda questioned.

"No, I thought she was here."

"By the way, how did things go with her? Are you going to forgive her?"

"I'm still mad at what she did, but deep down...I still love her. She told me she loved me too, but I don't know if I believe her or not." Gordo replied.

"Gordo, she doesn't know that I know this, but she does love you. Please, just give her another chance. She's learnt her lesson." Miranda said. Gordo hesitated for a moment and then nodded.

"Anyway, Lizzie's mom said that she was out with Isabella!"

"What?" Gordo asked looking surprised. "What's she doing out with someone like her?"

"That's what I'd like to know." Miranda responded.

"You just left them out there?" Sam asked when he found out what his wife had done. "All by themselves?"

"Yes. Look Sam, don't worry about it, they will be fine. Those two have to learn to get along and that's that." Jo responded calmly.

"What? By leaving them stranded in the middle of know where, with no food or directions on where to go? What if something happens to them? They're only young girls and there are men out there who...who...you know?" He said worriedly.

"Don't worry! They are old enough to look after themselves."

"It's going to get dark soon and it's dangerous out at night!" Sam insisted. "I can't believe you actually thought this was a good idea! You're risking our daughters' lives here!"

"No I am not! Those two have been acting like kindergartens and they have to learn to grow up! They have to learn to sort out their own problems and that's not going to happen if we don't do anything about it!" Jo said loudly. She was beginning to get angry. But her and Sam never agreed these days.

"Okay so if they're still not back by midnight you're just going to assume they're okay and not do anything about it? What sort of mother are you?" Sam asked.

"Don't you dare tell me how to be a mother!" Jo answered, feeling angrier than ever. Matt had watched his parents fighting all along and couldn't stand it anymore. He hated seeing his parents yelling at each other and wanted them to stop.

"Mom, dad, please stop fighting!" He yelled over the noise. He felt a little scared because he was the only child in the house and Lizzie was out I the middle of no where with Isabella.

"Matt, don't you get involved." Sam pointed out as he went and grabbed his keys furiously.

"If you're not going to do anything about it, then I will! I'm going to go find them and there's nothing you can do to stop me!" Sam shouted and went out the door before Jo could answer.

"Fine!" She yelled after him. After that, the house was quiet again.

"Mom, what's happening with you and dad? Why can't you guys get along anymore?" Matt asked quietly.

"Oh Matt, I know this must be so hard for you, Lizzie and Isabella. But I don't know what's happening between your father and I. We used to get along great and now..." She stopped and stared sadly at her son.

"It's Isabella, isn't it? This whole thing started because we adopted her." Matt said.

"Oh no, I wouldn't say that."

"Are you and dad going to divorce?" He asked. "Because I know you've just separated."

"I know honey. But I don't know, it depends how bad things get." Jo replied. "Just don't worry, your dad and I will try sort things out. And like he said, we don't want you getting involved either."

We had walked over a kilometer and still we were getting no where. I was tired and hungry and no where near home. I couldn't believe that our mom thought this was a good idea to leave us out here like this. It was getting dark soon and it became dangerous at night. Especially if we were by ourselves. I began to feel scared and hoped we would return home safely.

"Do you have any idea where we are going?" I asked Isabella.

"No, I'm following you."

"But I was following you." I said. She ignored me and still had a sad expression on her face. I always thought she had the same permanent scowl on her face.

"Look I'm really sorry for what I said before, about everything begin your fault." I said.

"What ever." Isabella answered and she continued to walk.

"No, really I am. You're right, I can't tell you how to feel and...Gordo does hate me. Well, I went to apologise today but I don't know if he's ever going to forgive me."

"And I care why?" She asked rudely. "Look, I don't want to hear a life story."

"And I'm sorry I said you needed help." I said guiltily. Isabella continued to ignore me.

"I don't want to hear it." She said.

"What is your problem? I try to say sorry to you but all you can do is be a bitch!" I fumed.

"Because I don't want an apology, I just want..." She sighed. "Never mind. Come on let's go through here." She said as she pointed through a line of bushes and trees.

"But we don't know where it leads to."

"The sooner we get home the better. It's a short cut and it might lead us back to Hill ridge. So are you gonna come or not?" She asked and started walking through the bushes before I could answer. I followed, not feeling very good about this, but I had to find out what it was that she wanted.