Sorry it's been a while guys, it's been a bit of a harsh few months but here we go..
Sorry it's kinda short, but in the long run it should get better
It had been too long since that moment Izzy and Mark had danced that night. She had to stay away, it's all she could do, as being near him was a constant reminder of what she had lost that long time ago. Instead she was tapping away at her computer like every other day. But she didn't know the pain she was feeling was going to impale her even more.
"Izzy, you wanna go out for a drink" Adam urged, a bit too eagerly for Izzy's liking. Izzy raised an eyebrow when Glen came bursting in, his face a bit red as he seemed panicked.
"Izzy there's something I need to talk to you about, like..now!"
It got too much when they both started rushing their sentences and trying to push her out of the office. Izzy stood up and slammed her hands onto her desk, making Adam jump.
"What on earth is going on?"
Glen opened his mouth to speak when Mark ran into her office with the biggest grin on his face and pointed at Izzy.
"I need a few months off Izzy, I'm gonna be a daddy!" He said grinning then running back out.
Izzy paled, everything, all those years that they shared were offically erased. All the memories zoomed past her memory and out her ears. She clung onto the desk as she went a bit dizzy. Glen and Adam's expressions were the same. Pity. She couldn't take it, all the dreams she had of her having Mark's family were gone. She wiped her eyes roughly and ran out of the office. Never looking back.
3 Years Later
"Iz? Isobel?"
Izzy opened her eyes and blinked the blurriness away. She seen her dad facing her and closed her eyes again letting out a groan.
"What time is it?"
"3 in the afternoon, you better get yourself sorted out before your mum comes back and well..see's this"
Her parents were british and raised Izzy in California since she was 5. Her dad was pretty cool, he had his past drug and drink abuse but soon sorted himself out, unfortunately Izzy knew she was going down that route very fast. Her previous weeks worth of binge drinking had paid off, she was a state. She was living in her very old house, down the road from her parents but after drinking out every night she found herself back at her parents every night. Her mom always came back worried about Izzy and constantly fussed over her.
The door opened and her mom came in with the shopping and then stopped in her tracks. There was empty bottles and cans everywhere and stubbed out fag ends everywhere.
Izzy apologized, cleaned up and went to the bathroom, she opened the medicine cupboard and closed it to see her reflection. Her hair was a mess, she was a sickly pale and her eyes were she couldn't care less. Michelle acted like this and look who she got, why wasn't she allowed to do the same?
"Iz, can I have a talk?" Her dad asked as she walked out. She nodded and sat down, feeling sorry for herself.
"Me and your mum are worried about you. Smoking, drinking, drugs. It's not good Izzy, not good" Her father pleaded.
Izzy snorted.
"You're one to talk. I'm sorry what was it dad? Drugs, smoking, drinking. A typical life for a typical 'rockstar'"
Jason Draven was Paul Brooks' stage name. He was a singer for a large metal band from back in the day. He quit soon after his last child, Isobel-May was born.
"You know I quit long before then thanks to your mum. We all liked Mark, we all did Iz, but you know that he's not feeling the same way anymore. And there comes a time where you have to move on too" Her dad replied with a sigh. Izzy nodded, her eyes welling up, she hugged her dad tight and cried. It was time she moved on.
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"Mark! You can't do this to me, please!" Michelle cried and begged.
Mark threw the birght pink suitcase from the door of his house. He was sick to the back teeth of her. She used him, pretended to have his baby which turned out to be somebody else's, gave it up for adoption and constantly cheated on him. he couldn't take much more of her.
"I'm sure you can get a refund on all those guys you sucked off!" Mark yelled and slammed the door.
Michelle stomped her foot in anger.
"I am NOT a PROSTITUTE" She cried.
Mark sighed and turned the TV on as loud as he needed to block out Michelle's bitching. There was no-one left for him anymore, he was done with relationships, every single one of his ex's broke his heart. All but one.