Chapter 1

Come on Isabella, your father arrives in a few hours and you know I'd prefer to not have to deal with his shit for any longer than absolutely necessary. I want him gone as quick as possible!

There was never much love lost between her parents, shortly after finding out she was pregnant with her high school sweethearts child he dumped her to follow his dreams as a professional wrestler and her mum had never truly got over the heartbreak especially once he'd married a girl from the business and doted on their three daughters while her daughter saw her dad once a year during the summer then relied on electronic means of communicating with her father to keep their father/daughter relationship going. Isabella could understand both sides of the argument now she was older but it was hard having her parents in close proximity to one another creating such a toxic and hostile environment.

Its ok mum I'm almost finished packing I'll be ready for him arriving

This couldn't of been any further from the truth and As she called back to her mum she prayed she did not decide to come up to check this was in fact true as she sat on her bed with an empty suitcase placed in front of her as she pondered where to even begin packing the next six weeks of her life up as she prepared to go back on the road with her other family. With a groan she rose from her bed and began to pull piles of clothes from her wardrobe, throwing them on the bed as she went through item by item calculating how many outfits she could create with it to try and keep the packing as basic as possible as per her father's instructions. After spending the last two years travelling the world as she ran away from her own heartbreak, she was keen to get back out on the road and spend time with her little sisters but she had a feeling her father would have a few words to say regarding a few of her life choices over the those last two years. As she held a leather miniskirt up at eye level debating on whether it made the cut she couldn't help but giggle as she imagined wearing it and her father's face when he realised that his little girl who he made promise never to get a tattoo had gone against that promise and not only got a tattoo but a full leg piece as one of her 14 tattoos she'd accumulated over the last few years. She couldn't help but place it in her suitcase and almost as though a light had switched on in her head she began to pick up the pace whisking the right items of clothing off the rails and strategically placing it all in the larger of her two suitcases which left her just her shoes, accessories, toiletries and makeup to fill the smaller suitcase with once she was confident she hadn't forgotten anything clothes wise.

As she pulled the zip closed on the suitcase, satisfied she was prepared for whatever situation may arise over the next six weeks something caught her attention in the cordon of her eye out of the window. As she attempted to sneakily glance through the blinds she watched as a luxury coach pulled into her estate and parked up outside her door. She knew that could only mean one thing, her dad had finally arrived. She ran to the top of the stairs, hanging over the banister to great him as her mum her him hostage on the doorstep reluctant to allow him in the house in case he wasn't alone and shed need to place nice to Stephanie as well.

Izzy! Come on, let's go! The major disappointment has arrived. Get those suitcases and your ass down here right now!

The tone in which her mum called for her made Isabella certain her mum wasn't messing around this time. However that didn't mean she couldn't have her own fun.

Hi daddy! I'm all ready to go but I can't manage my cases, would you mind bringing them down for me please

He grinned and nodded as he squeezed past her mum barricading the front door as he made his way to his daughters bedroom to fetch her cases. Of his four daughters she was least alike him in appearance but she was so much more like him in personality, sharing his joy of being a wind up merchant and all round practical joker and Paul loved it. With a grunt of acknowledgement towards her mum, he boarded the coach again carrying Isabella's suitcases as she said her farewells to her mum who had begun to silently sob.

don't cry mum, you'll make me cry too. You know I'm going to be fine and six weeks will be over before you know it. I'm going to have my phone with me so you can text or call me at anytime. I love you.

Her mums silent sobbing had suddenly turned into a very nasal hyperventilating whale as she hugged Izabella tightly , gently kissing her head before sharply retreating back into the house and closing the door. Izabella couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt as she slowly climbed the steps of the coach and its engine roared into life.

where to now dad?

Her father laughed as though surprised by her question.

Where else? Monday night raw

Isabella nodded as she took her seat and stared out towards her bedroom window, she could see her mum sat on her bed clutching her pillow as the coach slowly reversed out the street.