Isabella POV:
The next morning, I woke up to an empty house.
Mike left without telling me.
I didn't know if I should be happy about this.
Am free for just two days.
Something like this had never happened before.
I kept asking myself if it was ok for me to escape, maybe try again.
But I know He would still find out because Mike always knows.
Shaking my head, I rolled out of my bed and walked toward my bathroom.
My eyes connected to my room, the sight of my face made me sick.
Mike never hit my face, he didn't want people to notice it.
So it was only my body.
Shaking my head, I took off my clothes, before walking into the shower.
A sigh left my lips as the warm water ran out.
"Now what?What job can I look for?" I thought In my head.
It is hard to look for a job especially when I didn't finish school.
No one will want to accept me.
Shaking my head, I stepped out of the shower, grabbing my towel.
When I was done cleaning, I grabbed my big hoodie and shorts.
I didn't want people looking at me like a sick person.
With one last look, I walked out of the house.
Helping God for help, I hope I find a job today, cause if I don't I'm dead meat.
Walking outside was one of the most annoying things ever.
People always look and judge, and they don't try to hide it.
Shaking my head, I let out a breath when I heard people laughing around me.
I honestly don't remember the last time I smiled or laughed.
Everything feels so different.
I used to have a better life, used to be happy.
But everything changed when Mike lost his job, and then he started blaming it on me.
Sometimes he would come home drunk and beat the hell out of me.
I didn't understand at first until it happened more than once.
But he kept apologizing saying it would never happen again.
And I was stupid to believe him.
Looking up at the restaurants in front of me, I looked around for any workers in need.
But seeing nothing, shaking my head, I pushed open the door.
My head tilted down.
"Hello, do you need help with something?" I heard a voice ask.
Looking up, my eyes connected to warm green eyes.
The lady with brown hair looked at me, her head title to the side.
"Uhm job?" I whispered before Shaking my head.
"Can I apply for a job pls," I said quietly.
"I'm sorry we don't need workers, maybe the store next door will." She said with a smile.
I nod my head before letting out a breath then walk out of the restaurant.
The minute I walked out of the restaurant.
I felt the cold air around me.
Quickly I wrapped my arms around myself, mumbling words to myself.
Looking around for another store.
My eyes landed on another store, but this time I noticed it also didn't have a sign.
Shaking my head, I walked away from the stores.
"What am I going to do now?" I thought about looking around.
The weather was looking bad, adding to my emotions.
I had no idea what to do, or what workplace to go to.
Mike is coming soon and I have no job in mind or anyone who's going to help me out.
A breath left my lips as I walked back to my house.
Maybe tomorrow I'll try again, but I can't give up like this.
With a puff, I looked back around wondering if I'd find a help-needed sign.
But after walking and walking I saw nothing.
Shaking my head.
I walked toward a chair.
Another breath left my lips, before putting my hands in my hoodie.
I am completely dead meat, no one wanted me, and one lady said I didn't look like someone who could handle the job.
And was about to call security on me because I kept begging her.
Shaking my head, I grabbed my head.
Mumbling prayers.
I needed help, really bad and had no idea who to meet, where to go, or what to do.
And funny how I gave my last money to a helpless woman and her child.
I know I have nothing.
But I couldn't let them be like that.
My tummy made a groan making me look down at it.
"Not right now please," I said to myself before standing up from the chair.
I'll just have to try tomorrow.
Making my way to Mike's house, I mumbled prayers to God to keep me safe.
Because it was late and I'm staying on the bad side of town.
That's why I don't like going outside.
I will rarely be at home with an abusive man and then leave the house.
"Hello, little one." I heard a creepy voice say.
Without thinking, I wrapped my arms around myself for protection, then pulled up my hoodie cap so they wouldn't notice me.
"HEY, GIRL WE ARE FUCKING TALKING TO YOU." The voice snapped.
I could feel my heart pounding with each step I took.
Just a little more.
Just a little more and I'll be home.
I kept saying.
However, my thinking was cut short when someone pushed me hard into the group.
Looking up, I saw Three men with masks on.
The one who pushed looked down at me, his head tilted down.
"Boss, we got company." He said, still looking at me.
The other two looked at him before snapping their heads down toward me.
"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?" another Man said, pushing them away.
His eyes connected to mine, but I couldn't see their faces because of the mask.
"Did she see anything?" He asked, looking at them.
"No idea, she just came out of nowhere." The one with a gun said.
The man looked down at me, but all I could do was shake in fear.
"Did you see anything, little one?" He asked, bending down to my level.
Quickly I shook my head, my body was shaking so badly that I couldn't talk.
"I need words not head shaking." He said.
"Uhm," I said.
Uhm Isabella, uhm that's all you could say right now.
I thought before looking around.
Then I noticed the men from behind me, only for my eyes to connect to one of Mike's friends looking at me.
My body ran cold, I couldn't go back, he would tell Mike that I was sleeping with this Man.
And I'll be dead this time.
I looked back at the men, only to see the man asking the question, looking behind me where I was staring.
"Grab her." He said before walking away.
Before I could say anything.
I was thrown inside a car.