Isabella pov
The early morning sun streamed through the half-open window, casting a soft glow across the room. i stirred, my mind groggy as they tried to Pierce together the event of the previous night.
With a deep breath, I sat up slowly , my hand instinctively reaching for my aching head . "What happened? ".I muttered to myself, as flashes of hazy memories begin to surface
Earlier yesterday I decided to leave everything behind , my family, my past, my broken relationship, it had all been too overwhelming for me . After countless thoughts, tears and emotions, I decided to take a bold step,I boarded a plane leaving my home town , hoping for a fresh start and a better future
As the pain in her head throbbed, I winced. "Oww, my head hurts," I groaned, pressing my fingers against my temples. Slowly, my memories sharpened, each detail of the night before coming back into focus.
It was a dark and lowly night and I sat in that dimly lit bar, gulping down multiple shots after shots, my painful laughter ringing out louder than it has been in years . Each forced giggle was an attempt to mask the pain I've been feeling the past years, but deep down I knew this night was about letting it all go.
" It feels good, doesn't it?" I muttered to myself, my voice trembling as tears streamed down my face blurring my vision . "To finally let it all out, the feelings, emotions, betrayal and hatred."
My voice cracked as the bitter words I had kept bottled inside continued to tumble out , my emotions now pouring out from the deepest part of me . I cried harder as I felt every bit of pain that I had been suppressing began to flow out of me which provided me with a great relief.
"With a sharp inhale" I felt the world around me becomes clearer, it feels really good to let it all out, I said to myself.
"With a self proclamation in my hearts I said I am no longer the Isabella of the past, I am a new me, a new Isabella" with that said it felt like a huge weight was lifted off me and I became free again.
The night isn't bad I thought, a nice scenery, a good bar, and nice music. I turned to the bartender,give me another bottle, I said, I got another bottle cocked it open, turned around looking at the bustling view around me, with people dancing, singing moving around , talking, playing, I began to feel the atmosphere, with my body moving along to the rhythm of the song playing while drinking.
I realized I was getting to drunk and decided to leave for the hotel I lodge at , I got up picked up my bag and left , upon getting outside due to my drunken state I can only use the wall as my support while walking down to the road.
I was suddenly approach by a chubby loooking man, who walked up to me and placed his hands around my shoulder, "what's a pretty lady like you doing here all alone on the road at night might if I accompany you?" he said as he gazed at me with lustful eyes and his hand trying to move around my body .
"Get yourself off me" I snaped at him , distancing my self from him , looking at him warily, I turned to look around me and saw no one was paying attention as it is a common occurrence here ,those that turned to me all looked at me with pitiful gaze.
Seeing this I becomes alarmed of the situation but I was not able to get myself to react quickly as I was drunk, He caught up to me and said you bitch, no one as ever rejected me. As a local tryant around the town the chubby man possesses a fierce reputation.
He leached unto me forcing me onto the wall behind me, I struggle against him but I was to drunk and powerless to fight back, the people around all still acted like nothing was going on move on , I saw this and I was greatly weakened, I'm am going to lose it all here, I'm just getting started with my new life, "I muttered".
Gathering up my strength and bit him on the arm , he reacted in pain releasing his grip on me and I took the opportunity to slip out of his grasp but before I could do that he smacked me in the face, you bitch.
I felt dizzy from that slap as my vision also began to get blurry but it still didn't affect my urge to release myself as I tried to move again he held me down in place, the commotion between us was a little bit loud and able to draw attention to what's going on here but it was still the same, with nobody paying attention treating it like nothing was happening.
I began to feel regret of coming down to the bar to drink and getting myself drunk if I wasn't drunk I would have been able to escape from his grasp, but there's no " if" I'm already drunk.
He then leaned tried to kiss me all I could do want to tilt head in the opposite direction of his advances, but that only made me more dizzy I began to feel hopeless as there's nothing I can do to stop his advances.
"Bitch I'll make sure this might will be a memorable one for you"he said smile coldly. "What do I kill myself after this" as I contemplate on what to do feeling hopeless, thinking of the people I left behind just to show them I can live without them, thinking of their face that will be filled with mockery and disdain when they here if this I felt even more helpless.
Looking at the man in front of me, my eyes welled up with tears. "Maybe this is how God planned my life to be," I whispered, resigning myself to fate. As I was about to give in to the despair weighing on my soul, a voice suddenly broke through the torment inside me.
"Let her go," the voice commanded, firm and unwavering.
"Who do you think you are?" the chubby man spat, glaring coldly at the source of the voice. I turned, desperate to see who had spoken, and there he stood—an attractive figure, tall and confident, with eyes that seemed to burn with a quiet intensity.
"He asked again coldly, 'Who do you think you are to meddle in my affairs?' But all he got in response was a punch. The blow made him release his grip on me, staggering backward as he raised a hand to his lips, now dripping with blood. 'Who are you?' he demanded, his voice laced with confusion and anger.
'You don't need to know,' came the calm reply.
Without another word, the mysterious man pulled my dazed self away, and we left, the tension still hanging in the air."
As we hurried away, my mind was spinning. I wanted to ask who he was, why he had helped me, but the words were stuck in my throat. The world around us seemed to blur, my legs moving on autopilot as I tried to make sense of what had just happened.
After what felt like an eternity, we finally stopped in a secluded alley, the noise of the streets fading into the distance. He turned to me, his eyes softening for the first time.
"You're safe now," he said, his voice quiet but filled with certainty.
I swallowed hard, still shaken. "Who are you?" I managed to ask, my voice barely a whisper.
He paused for a moment, as if considering whether to tell me. Finally, he sighed, running a hand through his dark hair.
"Someone who knows what it's like to be lost," he replied, his gaze never leaving mine. "But you're not alone anymore."
For a moment, we stood there in the dim light, his presence both comforting and unsettling. Something about him felt familiar, though I couldn't place it. Before I could press him further, the sound of footsteps echoed from the distance, breaking the fragile silence.
"We need to keep moving," he said, his voice tense again. He offered me his hand. "Trust me."
Without hesitation, I took it, not knowing where this path would lead, but somehow feeling that with him, I might finally find my way.