Isabella’s P.O.V.SURPRISE!
Uhh I hate surprises, I’ve always had and I think I always will and Ryan is to be blamed for that s**t. That prick who calls himself my brother gave me a box filled with cockroaches on my 11th birthday as a surprise gift, his words not mine, I don’t know what that meant but I’ve hated it since then. His surprises didn’t end at that one; they just got worse as time passed, he lit a firecracker in my bathroom once, because he thought it would be fun to wake me up in the middle of the night and let me tell you he called it a surprise too; Surprise meant something totally different in his dictionary.
I am busy in pondering over the idea of why I hate surprises when Mason tightens his hold on my hand to bring me out of it as he asks, “Are you okay?” I look at him an
