EVE: A Short Unforgettable Love Story

Chapter Eleven

Isabella Madden POV

I was left grounded in my room for five days now. After that night, I have never talked to my parents, and I had no idea what happened to Kellan after that. I know my mom is worried sick seeing her untouched food on my bed side table. She talked to me quite sadly every time she entered my room, persuading me that what they did was for the best. But I just hear it on my right ear, and slid it out my left ear. I closed my mind towards them. I didn’t eat, not because I’m being dramatic; I lost my appetite. And even though I tried to swallow food, my tongue couldn’t taste anything. I just want to bury myself in my bed, curtains closed and talk to no one-especially dad. I hate him. I kept questioning why he couldn’t understand me. -I have been good to them for fifteen years. I have followed everything they want. I have been a good daughter. So why couldn’t he accept the fact that I love Kellan? I know I messed up when I used the money they’ve saved up for me. But it’s the only way I could help Kellan. -I wanted to tell all that to them, I wanted to stand up for me and defend my relationship with him, but it felt useless, so the words just die in my throat every time I tried to. I know dad, I know him very well-he will never like something he doesn’t like. I just cried in my room every night until I had no more tears left. I have been formulating this reckless plan for days now- to run away with Kellan and never come back. I was just waiting for the right moment to execute my plan; I was thinking the day after tomorrow when I have prepared everything that I needed. I know I am being selfish and reckless. But I can’t think of anything rather than to be with Kellan.

On the sixth day, I was shocked to find dad on the door holding a tray of food. I didn’t talk; I didn’t ask. I tried to ignore him, but something feels different. He moves slow, shoulders slumped, he looks like he wasn’t slept all weeks. I was sitting on my chair; he sat at the bed facing me. He sighed quite strangely. “You’re still mad at us?” his voice soft but firm. I ignored him. “I know you think we don’t understand. But we did.” I wanted to say the words that I have kept saving in my head, but I stayed quiet and listen.

“I hate it when you gets upset, my belle, but I also I hate it when I see you gets hurt.” I heard the name that he usually calls me when I was just little, ‘my belle’- just like my favorite Disney princess. He’s the only person who calls me that. And every time I heard it, I felt so special and loved by him. I felt like a princess. I stared at him and spoke softly. “I was never hurt dad. Kellan would never hurt me.” I stared at him, tears slowly coming. Her voice suddenly shifts in a quieter way I’ve never heard from him. “People doesn’t stay like that forever, my belle.” I sat up straight, when I see tears welling in his eyes. Why does it feel like there’s much more than what he said? “You’re still young, there’s so much you can still do in life. I did that, because I just don’t want to see my precious princess get hurt.” Tears are rolling down my cheeks when he said that, I approached him and buried myself to him. “I’m so sorry dad. I just love him. So much.”

“I know you did my belle. But everything has its perfect time. You just have to be patient.” He said softly.

Even after the reconciliation that happened between me and my dad, I still performed my plan. At the seventh day, exactly ten noon I sneaked out holding a bag of clothes, moneyless. They made it easier for me because they left my door unlocked after yesterday. I know I’m being reckless and stubborn, but I have made up my mind.

I just walked from my house to Kellan’s. I didn’t even pass their yard yet, when I saw Kellan at the window with Ezra conversing. He looks devastated. I was left confused why she was there at this late hour. I still continued entering their yard, when Kellan and Ezra walked outside the porch, and in a shocking twist, Ezra kissed him. Witnessing that moment crushes me. But what more shattering is watching him, still, steady, doesn’t pull away. He just let’s her kissed him. I was frozen-shocked. I was completely paralyzed from this overweighting pain in my chest, and it blocks the air, I couldn’t breathe. I just stood there watching them as my hands tremble, I couldn’t move, I couldn’t speak.

His eyes catch me, his jaw tightened, his eyes widened. I never even knew that he was already in front of me saying words that sounds unclear and just echoes on both my ears. The moment our eyes met, I walked off like a robot- I was out of my senses. All I want is to escape and walked away from them. I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to cry, but the tears won’t come out. I wanted scream, but my voice is stuck in my throat.

“Isabella, listen to me. I didn’t want that.” he says, his voice cracking, breaking like the words that he’s about to say is hard and heavy.” I tried to pull away. I swear. I did, but I just…I froze…I’m. I’m sorry, it was a mistake.” I really wanted to speak, but I still can’t find my voice. I just stared at him, straight, fixed with so much pent-up emotions in my eyes. He slowly walked towards me, and gently held my shoulders. “I’m so sorry. “The moment he said that, he burst out in tears. I suddenly flinched when I felt his warm tears touched my skin. The look of pain and guilt that burns in his eyes awakened me. I chuckled. “I was. about to ask you. to run away. with me.” My voice cracks, slow and cold. He was shocked, and stared at the bag I was holding. “Isabella?” He uttered a single word, yet filled with hundreds of questions. “Maybe, dad was right. you will hurt me. I should’ve known.” I spoke raw, and small, and hurt as I left him on that dark, empty street. His wet eyes brimming in tears as he watched me vanished in his sight.