**Isabella**
A knock sounded on the door, and Razor quickly asked who it was.
"It's me, Nathan," my dad replied from outside. "I wanted to come check up on Isabella. I didn't know you were back. I'll leave you both to talk."
"There's no need, Nathan. We were coming out already," Razor replied, his eyes never leaving me. "Come on, grab your bag, let's go."
"Yes, sir," I barely whispered, walking slowly towards the bed to pick up the bag.
I knew I was in trouble, and there was nothing I could do about it. Part of me wanted to scream at my dad, to beg Razor not to punish me, but I knew that was a losing battle. My dad is always going to be team Razor, and it scared me.
After a minute, we were outside, saying goodbye to my parents. I hugged my mom tightly and wished that I didn't have to leave her.
Please don't forget to take your meds," I said to her. "I'll be in touch if you need me, alright?"
