Isra.
“Don’t leave me alone please! Take me with you!” The little girl I saw yelled as she was being locked up in a room and the door slammed against her.
“You will not say a word; and from henceforth your name is Isabella!” He screamed at her from outside the door, she stared at him through the iron bars and he was glaring down at her.
“But Isabella is dead.”
“And it’s your fault that she’s dead!” He yelled and pointed a finger at her. “If you want to live, let this be the first time you will speak, understand?”
She nodded vigorously, her face stained with tears.
“Not another word.” He warned.
Whimpering, she nodded at him.
I tossed and turned on the bed, and I heard the click of a heel approaching the door that she was locked in.
“Take care of her and when it’s time. Let
