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Chapter eight

Chapter eight...

Isabelle sighed, it has been two days since everything happened.

She was anything but happy for the last two days, she finally felt a bit better when Jessica woke up but that was short lived by her b***h of a mother. She was yet to discuss anything with Tony and she dreaded it, even though she knew it was inevitable. The fact that he was her sister's ex was not at all encouraging, she was not against the fact that he dated but 'why on earth must it be her sister among all other women in the world?... couldn't he have found another woman.

The fact that her mother slumped also aided her doubt that they were some secrets left untold between the three. She would have believed that the woman slumped only because of her words if not for the fact that the woman seems to have had a double shock, both at her words and at the sight of the man behind her, she knew there was something they weren't telling her, she could feel it in her guts and she could also feel that what ever it was, was bad.

She was getting ready for the hospital, her boss who for once reasoned like a human, had given her the rest of the month off and instructed her to take her time.

He even went out of his way to make sure that the cops dropped the case on Jessica so that Jessica wouldn't go to jail for driving while she was drunk.

She heard the knock, she wondered who it was, Tony had called her that morning to inform her that he had an emergency and couldn't drop her off to the hospital.

She didn't receive any call from the reception, so it must be one of her underlisted VIPs, she didn't need any disturbance, her family saga was enough to weigh anybody down. She headed for the door. Her penthouse was located in the upper part of the city, you could tell from it that she was welly paid.

She opened the door and was surprised by the sight before her eyes. It was her mother, she stood obstructively to make sure the woman couldn't enter. "What are you doing here?" her voice was edged, she had no time to waste.

"Oh Belle, is this how you welcome your mother to your apartment? " Isabelle eyed the woman appraisingly 'what does the b***h take her for', "you are not my mother" the woman face contorted as if to show hurt but Isabelle was no longer a fool, and being a good actress wouldn't make her change her mind. "You can claim that I'm not your mother, but that doesn't change anything, you have a family and with family comes responsibility, you don't actually expect me to work, do you?"  Isabelle wasn't actually surprised, she knew her mother, but nevertheless the pain was still there.

She went into her apartment and banged the door at the woman's face.

She pressed her back against the door, her eyes burned as the first tear rolled down her cheek, she might act strong, she might act rude but she knew deep down inside her that she was far from it.

She walked to her room, and faced her dressing mirror, as the second tear dropped, it started flowing in a constant rhythm ruining her mascara.

She wondered what was wrong with her, 'what the hell was wrong with her' she thought.

She should be happy her mother wanted her back, she should be, she would have been happy if not for the fact that she knew she wasn't wanted.

Her mother wanted someone to take care of the company, her mother wanted someone who will happily slave away.

Her mother didn't want her. She sobbed out loud. She didn't want her for her.

Isabelle felt the pain for the first time in five years, she could hear her heart break, she could felt her limbs go numb as she sunked to her feet. She wanted the tears to stop flowing, but it wouldn't. Maybe the past few weeks has gotten to her, she wanted to let go, she wanted to cry.

She could feel the shearing pain as it consumed her whole being. Running through her like a volcano as she sobbed out loud.

The pain was too much.

The pain of feeling unwanted, the pain of never being good enough, the pain of feeling dejected, the pain of been made to feel worthless, the pain she did try to bury for the last five years. The pain was deep. Hard. It was bad. It was excruciating.

'Why couldn't she be good enough?' she thought.

Why couldn't her mother love her like a mother?...

Why couldn't her mother want her back for her?...

Why couldn't she just love her for being her daughter?...

Why couldn't her father love her like a father does?...

Why couldn't her parents love her like her sister?...

Was she that bad?

Was it that bad that they couldn't forgive?'

Too bad that they didn't just want her again?

It was just one mistake... Just one'

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She sat up as she held her self together, her hands drawing her knees closer to her chest, she looked at her self in the floor length mirror, her mascara was ruined with tears. Her face puffy.

She stared at her reflection, her deep set hazel green orbs  fanned by thick long watery black lashes made her face stand out.

Her small nose was red from excess crying.

Her heart shaped face and a perfect teary eyes with hairs sticking to her face made her look more innocent than usual.

Her thick long wavy red mane a total mess.

She was a mess. A beautiful mess.

She was not bad looking, she knew that, but she wasn't her sister.

Her sister was better, and that's why everyone loved her.

She desperately wanted to be her sister.

She desperately wants to be loved.

'Why couldn't she be her?'...

'why couldn't she just be Annabelle?'...

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