Chapter Three
Isabelle walked into her house later that day. A crash could be heard from within the apartment and Isabelle cringed. She should have known better then to just walk in the apartment without checking to see who was home. She had been so stupid. So stupid to believe that her mother would actually follow through with her promise of kicking her abusive father out on his sorry ass. So stupid in believing that her mother would protect her when no one else could. And if her mother couldn't protect her then who could? No one. The seconds that she were in the house made Isabelle more and more frightened. She hadn't heard any more sound since the loud crash and it scared her and told ever fiber of Isabelle's body that she should run and run far, far away from there. But Isabelle was curious and didn't curiosity kill the cat. Would curiosity kill her too? Isabelle slowly inched her was over to the closed door of her room. She quietly opened the door and ran inside closing it behind her. She was safe in her room. Nothing could get her there or so she thought. Then she noticed a red stain on her floor. She bent down to take a closer look at it and followed it. When she got to the end of the metallic smelling stain she found the tattered body of her mother. She had to gulp back a sob in case whoever had done this was still in the house waiting for a sound to let them know she was home. Isabelle couldn't move. She couldn't think. She couldn't take her eyes off the broken remains of a woman that used to be so strong.
"So your home."
Isabelle cringed inside and slowly turned to face the monster that had murdered her mother. Her father. She tried to keep the grimace off her face that was trying to etch itself across her face. She knew that would piss him off and she hated to do that. Because that meant something bad for her. He crossed the room in a couple long strides. Isabelle knew she should run. Knew she should scream and carry on. Maybe even call the cops. But ever fiber of her body was terrified of the man standing in front of her. She hated that he had that much power over her.
"I told you that you weren't allowed to see that kid," her father growled, "And you see what happens when you don't listen."
Isabelle's father Joey motioned to the tattered and torn body that had once been Teresa Evens and strong and independent woman. In one swift motion he grabbed Isabelle by her long blonde hair and threw her into the wall across the room. Isabelle hit the wall with a bang. Tears slid down her cheeks as she heard the bone in her wrist snap in two. She slid down to the floor hiding behind the curtain of blonde hair that covered her face. A sniffle escaped her lips before she could stop it. Before she knew it Joey and her neck in his hands squeezing the air out of her body. Isabelle gasped for the air she needed to live. Just when she thought she would pass out he released her and threw her onto the floor. Isabelle took in large gulps so she could calm her racing heart. But it didn't last long. For the next thing she knew a foot that belonged to her father was making impact with her stomach. The little air she had in her lungs flooded out of her nose. She moaned in pain as she fell back down to the floor. Joey kicked her again and again until she didn't moan or cry out anymore. Blackness evaded her mind and Joey left her to die. Ten minutes after he had left Isabelle returned to consciousness wishing she were dead. Pain coursed through her body. She picked herself up and looked around. It was dark outside now and no one would hear her if she yelled. She crawled out of the apartment slowly. It took her an hour just to get to the hallway where she passed out again.
Cody walked down the hallway towards the apartment he was staying in while he and his parents were in the city with his friends and family. He came closer to his apartment when he found something shocking. On the floor lay a girl around his age. She had long blonde hair and similar features that he had. What made him angry was that she lay on the floor broken and bleeding. He ran over to her and knelt down. He placed two fingers over her neck to see if she had a pulse. It was week but was there nonetheless.
"Dad," Cody screamed before whipping out his cell phone and dialing nine one one.
His father came running out of the apartment. From there everything was a blur to Cody. Of paramedics, sirens, and endless questions.
A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in like forever but with school and I just got over a double ear infection. But I waited till the drops the doctor gave me took action and wrote this for all of you cause I decided you all deserved an update. Thanks. R&R.