As we turn the corner to the front of the house, it seems to appear completely empty. My heart drops to my feet as I realize that we might have just decided to come to the wrong house. I so hoped that Isabella would be here; it is fucking heartbreaking.
Yet, I am not ready to give up.
Now I have learned that do not always believe what you see; for all, I know that asshole is inside there with Isabella.
I firmly believe that there is still a possibility for Isabella to be in there, so we make our way hunched to the front door. Now you will either be getting a bullet in your head or, very much disappointingly, nothing.
I am leaning towards…the bullet in my head.
It is with…one…two…three…clear that we burst our way through the creaking doorway. We do not wish to come announced.
With a quick scan of the open area, it is safe to say that we shall not get a bullet in our head…yet.
