Isabella
The ride back home was silent, I enjoyed my ice cream and moaned out occasionally whenever its taste hit a spot.
The whole Bret situation got me a little terrified and though I hate to say this, but I’m grateful Mr. Tristan was there to save me.
I wouldn’t say the family is scary, but they sure seem like it. The men of that family definitely have such an ass personality especially when things don’t go the way they planned.
I turned to find him staring at me, and I looked at him with an eye roll.
“You know you owe me a new car, right?” He said locking eyes with me, and immediately I coughed out. I almost choked on my ice cream when he said that.
“Damn it, “I cursed at myself. I thought the night was going to be a smooth one but, way to go, Mr. Devil, he just knows how to ruin moments.
Why the hell would he bring that up n? w. Oh gosh. Of course, just one goodness of his wasn’t going to make him a better man, he remains who he is.
“And who’s fault is that? Huh?” I glared
“Excuse you?” He immediately retaliated
“Not excused!” He scoffed at my response
“You pull up a stupid prank on me, and you think the little child game on your car is going to cut off for the emotional turmoil you put me through” I yelled at him, completely forgetting the fact that he just saved me.
“Well jokes on you Mr. Tristan, but it doesn’t cut it at all,” I catch my breath.
“I’m going to cause a nuisance in your life, you’re going to pay for each tear, cry for help, and fear I felt that night, I promise you that,” I told him with rage. My gut hurt so badly, I felt my emotions build up and I just busted out through it all. My body vibrated and tears rolled down my eye as I said those words to him.
I felt pained, I felt alone just like the time in my apartment, and it made me feel like shit, he had no right time to do that to me, he had no right to make me feel that way but he did.
“I hate myself already, I hate my life, I hate my existence, I feel like a failure and he made it worse, he just made it worse,” I busted out in a loud cry, my body shaking as those thoughts eloped my mind, my entire body, my soul. And even now, I know I still felt it, I still felt alone.
“Isabel,” I heard my name through my whimpering.
“Isabel,” I felt his touch, his breath on my chin as he pulled me to himself, patting my back and cleaning my tears.
“Don’t touch me,” I pulled away and screamed at him. “Don’t you dare say sorry? You don’t mean it,” I pointed my finger at him and immediately dried my hands with my other palms.
“I’m..” He stopped himself from saying it. He looked at me conflicted, unsure of what to say to me, or whether to apologize or not. And that was better.
“Isabel,” he called out, and we just stared at each other at that moment, not saying anything. My heart thumps
“We have arrived sir,” The driver interrupted and I was grateful, the air around him felt suffocating and I wanted the leave. So immediately jumped from the car and walked into the mansion not turning to look behind or spare him a glance.
I walked past the hallway, barely paying attention to the greetings of the maids and Rose included, as I rushed upstairs to my room.
The cold shower was exactly what I needed, it felt good and I just wanted the night to end. I lay on the bed trying to decipher where that outburst came from. I wondered how many emotions I had hidden and his much more I could take in life before completely losing it. Or was it because I was on my period? I thought sighing.
*The next Morning*
I woke up and sat on my bed staring at the window. My thoughts wandered around and everything felt weird. I decided to put last night in the past and move on with the day after all today is a new day, and hopefully a better experience.
Before that thought would kick in my alarm rang and I looked at it to see a reminder for the doctor’s appointment this morning.
“Thank you universe,” I said sarcastically and got up from the bed trying hard not to sulk.
“It’s going to be fine, Bells,” I said thinking about my mom and home when I walked to the closet to organize my outfit first before taking a shower.
*
“Thank you, Rose,” I smiled and collected the tray of food from her. If there’s anything learned from yesterday was that Mr. Tristan was going to be a strangers and this marriage meant nothing to the both of us.
We could pretend to the outside world, but there definitely isn’t any reason why we should pretend to ourselves, after all, I’m going to die soon.
I ate and once I was done I grabbed my bag and the tray and headed to the kitchen. I was at the doorway when a maid rushed and took the tray from my hands.
“Rose,” I called out, and she came rushing down to me.
“I might be back late today, so probably don’t wait up for me,” I smiled at her and she nodded even though I knew she wanted to ask me something.
I walked away immediately and went outside the house. I could see Mr. Tristan from the garage, he looked over at me briefly and entered the car. He got into the car painted pink and had my face plastered on it.
I stood shocked and astonished but didn’t budge from where I stood and watched him as he drove out of the garage.
“Now what the heck is he doing?”
“What exactly is his plan here?” I thought and watched as he drove out of the gate.
“Maybe I dreaming, I’m seeing things,” I concluded when my thoughts were interrupted.
“Ma’am,” I heard and turned to his driver standing in front of me with the car door open.
“Yes,”
“Mr. Tristan asked I drive you to work,” He said and I looked at him confused.
“With this car?” I asked and he nodded.
“Now this was another mischief of his. I’m not going to fall into his trap for the second time,” I thought.
“No worries, my Uber is outside,” I dismissed him and walked to the gates…