Chapter Three
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The room was beautiful, with two large bay windows framing either side of her four poster bed. The high ceiling housed yet another sparkling chandelier and the white wood trimmed walls added further elegance. She explored further, opening the door which lead to a white marble en-suite with both a roll top bath and a walk in shower. It was a bedroom most people could only dream of, the black and white contrasts were exactly what she would’ve chosen, but it wasn’t her room. It wasn’t home and she didn’t want to be here.
Standing to the side by the door, Isabella barely managed to hold herself together as Anthony placed the last of her things in her new room, she let out a barely audible thank you between gritted teeth and turned to shut the door behind him, locking it and closing him and the world out.
Once the door was locked and she heard the footsteps of Anthony heading down the stairs Isabella finally let her guard down, tossing her sunglasses across the room in frustration, followed by her patent black Christian Louboutins. She slid down the door and dropped her purse beside her, focusing on her iPhone instead. She slid it open and started to dial the number of the only person’s voice she wanted to hear that second. The phone went straight to voicemail, as it had done for the last four years, and the familiar and soothing voicemail greeting started to play “Hey, you’ve reached Angela Lussu, I can’t come to the phone right now but leave me a message and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can, bye-bye!” Isabella tipped her head backward, choking on the tears slowly sliding down her cheeks, the explosion in her chest making her feel like her heart broke into a thousand pieces all over again. “Hi Mommy, it’s me, Bella. I just wanted to let you know I got here safe, you’d really like my room, it’s just how you would’ve decorated it. It feels empty without you here and Daddy ain’t home yet. I just wanted to say I love you, I miss you.” The tone of the voice recording coming to an end was deafening in the cold and empty townhouse and reluctantly Isabella hung up the phone and let out a soft sob.
It had been just over four years since her Mom had passed away, the illness had come out of what seemed like nowhere and there was so little time from the diagnosis to her death. One day in September Isabella came home to find both her Mom and Dad sat on the sofa, their eyes red from crying. She doesn’t remember a lot of what happened over the next six weeks, both her heart and her head block it out as it’s too painful to remember it all. She remembers just endless tears, laying with her Mom in the hospital bed and then the funeral. She had barely been able to stand and had to be held up by her father. There was no more laughter in the house, her father stopped coming by at the weekends when he wasn’t working and he had hired a housekeeper to look after Isabella in the family home. She felt like she had lost both parents the day her mother died.
Blinded by her tears, Isabella pulled herself up the wall and stumbled toward the bathroom. She begun to pull her hair out of its slick and tight ponytail she had styled it in earlier that day and let her beautiful black waist length curly locks tumble down her shoulders and back, framing her olive love heart shaped face. Her emerald green eyes fringed with thick, long eyelashes had smudges and tear trails of mascara from where she had been crying. She sniffled and wiped her cheeks and under her eyes, doing her best to stop crying and wipe away the evidence of her tears.
Heading toward the shower, Isabella slowly stripped out of her clothes and peeled her bra and panties off. She tested the temperature and water pressure a couple of times before stepping under the cascade of warm water from the several shower heads. Taking her time, Isabella tried to wash away all the bad thoughts and feelings in her head.
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