STEPBROTHER OBSESSIONS

Isabella POV. " Honestly mom is this really necessary, can't you just keep a distance relationship !" I ask controlling my self not to yell at her, my life is already miserable without dad and here is mom Bothering me about a love affair. Am Isabella Jones, a omega wolf who haven't gotten a mate yet, I once have a happy family with my both loving parents, pilot Jones and Florida, my dad was not wealthy as a middle class family, he was a pilot, he love his job to an length he used it instead of me, on my birthday, that was the day he decided to leave me, he die in a plane clash , I didn't even see his dead body, it been three years yet it felt like yesterday, the pain breaking my heart everything single minute I think about it. After three years , mom was giving a second chance I guess and lucky for her , it the well known Clifford in new yoke, they met in a business trip and found love , that what she told me, and now they are married, I thought at least mom won't leave this our small mansion because of me and dad , but no ! She called me this evening just to tell me , we will be leaving america to New York City in two days. " Bella am doing this for us, you deserve a better life " she said and I scoff, did she just said me ? " You don't need to pretend mom, you never loved dad, what happened to all those mom who manages as a single mother, now you give me everything reason to think about dad " I spat and that was it she slap me, mom never lay her hands on me, she wound scold me but not touching me , but today she did , she slap me. My eyes reddening as she fold her fist, " bella look ...am sorry" " don't!" I said raising my hands up, as I stare at her face , the first time I ever did as I declare the word, " I hate you and I wish i was bless with a better mom, who would think about me first before any other thing!!" I yell rushing downstairs and ignoring her call , hot tears flow freely down my cheeks as I ran into my room, shutting the door. The first picture I came across with was my dad's, it was hang on the wall, I sob as I walk to it, bring it down to myself, tears streaming more as I lock eyes with his, " why ...why did you leave me?" I sob, my grip on the photo tighten, " you promise to get me a chocolate cake as my birthday cake , only to die there, dad you didn't even let me see your corpse, not even a last word from you , whyyy" I yell sobbing bitterly, my heart and head arching,but I didn't give a f**k, I need to know why he did it, he always said he is never going to leave me and will be there for me , whenever I needed him , and now am a alone, " I thought Mom loves me but she just prove she doesn't , ever since you pass out, she has been drowning herself with work and now she is married to the well known richest man in new yoke and am force to go leave with them, how f**k up can my live more be " I mumble as I wipe the tears with was covering his face on the photo, I needed to see his face, maybe he can talk some sense into mom head. I was still crying when my phone ring, I pull it out and it was Mirabel calling my only friend, " hey b***h " her voice came from the phone and I just kept quiet, my tears still flowing, " Isa are you there ?" She call and I just sniff unable to talk, " something is wrong and let me guess, your mom at it again right" she said her voice calm but heat, " Mira she want me to move in with her to new York city, I tried talking some sense to her but she slap me " I said crying more, and I could hear Mira sight over the phone, " Girl your mom is being annoying right now, should I come and smash her ass" Mira joke and I was surpose to laugh but it wasn't funny, I had want that to if she wasn't my mom, " Mira is not funny" i said and her heard her chuckled, " fine dress up , am coming to pick you up, tonight will are turning American upside down" she said and I groan, " mira seriously am down and all you think about is clubbing, really ?" I ask and she scoff, " you don't have a say in this baby, just get ready, dress hot , you will see my in a Jeffy " she said hanging up, I wanted to ignore her but I thought it through again, I needed fresh air, the air in this once home suddenly feel suffocating, all thanks to my so called mom! Tonight I will go out and drink away my sorrow. I stood up smiling as I kiss the picture, before hanging it again, I step inside the bathroom turning on the shower as I reach out for the purple soup, it smells like rose flower and refreshing, I wonder if the so called rich step father will have it in there mansion, well enough about them , tonight I will only think about my self , nobody else matters. As the warm water cascaded down my skin, washing away tears and sorrow, I felt a spark of rebellion ignite within me. Tonight, I'd forget about Mom's betrayal and Dad's absence – tonight was about me, Isabella Jones. I turned off the shower, wrapped myself in a plush towel, and stepped into my room. My eyes landed on my closet – time to unleash the girl Mom never knew existed! I opened the doors, revealing a treasure trove of dresses, skirts, and tops Mirabel had helped me collect over the years – hidden from Mom's prying eyes. My hands hovered over, A red bodycon dress with a daring thigh slit, A black leather skirt with fishnet stocking A purple off-shoulder top with high-waisted jeans But one dress caught my eye – a stunning, silver sequined mini dress that shimmered like diamonds under my room's dim lighting. I slipped it on, and the dress hugged my curves perfectly – Mom would faint if she saw me in this! Next, hair and makeup. My long, dark hair cascaded down my back in loose waves courtesy of my curling irons, Smoky eyes thanks to Mirabel's favorite eyeshadow palette, Plump lips painted a deep,bold red I slipped into black heels, grabbed my favorite silver clutch, and checked myself in the mirror – barely recognizable from the sad girl who sobbed over Dad's photo hours before. My phone buzzed – Mirabel's text flashed on screen: "JEFFY OUTSIDE. YOU READY TO SLAY TONIGHT, QUEEN?" I smiled slyly – oh, I was more than ready... As I stepped out of my room, the cool evening air hit me, and I felt a rush of excitement. I locked the door behind me and made my way downstairs, my heels clicking on the marble floor. Mirabel's car was parked outside, and I could see her sitting in the driver's seat, music blasting from the speakers. I slid into the passenger seat, and Mirabel turned to me with a grin. "You look stunning, Isa! That dress is everything!" She eyed me up and down, nodding in approval. "Tonight, we're going to forget about your mom, your stepdad, and everything else. Tonight, it's just us, the music, and the night." As we drove to the club, the city lights whizzing by, I felt a sense of freedom I hadn't experienced in a long time. Mirabel was right; tonight, I was going to let go of my worries and live in the moment. When we arrived at the club, the line was wrapped around the block, but Mirabel had a connection with the bouncer, and we were ushered in immediately. The music was pulsating, and the crowd was dancing wildly. We made our way to the bar, and Mirabel ordered us a round of drinks. As we sipped our cocktails, I felt the music take over, and my worries began to fade away. Mirabel grabbed my hand, and we hit the dance floor, losing ourselves in the rhythm and the night.