Unbreakable Love and Unforgivable Lies

Isabella’s POV

Chase flung the blankets back and I reached for the pillow and covered my sensitive ears. I wanted it to go away. I wanted to turn back the clock. I wanted to hide from this life I was living.

I clenched the pillow tighter over my head, trying to block the noise which sent every nerve alive in my body.  It ripped through my ears and tore through my mind. Every glance, every wail, every touch; sent an icy cold slap across my face.

It was my living nightmare; its mere presence in my life reminded me only of my past. I heard Chase murmur calming words and shushing noises. Just like every night he cared for it, and just like every night I ignored it.

I heard the cracking of Nick’s door from across the hall and his dull footsteps down the small hall to its room. Everything could be heard in this small house, voices, noises and even hushed conversations; nothing remained private or went unheard.

“Maybe Champ is hungry again?” Nick muttered under his breath.

“He’s not, he’s just not settling, I don’t know what to do.” Chase replied with a hushed voice.

I cursed my sensitive ears; all I wanted was to block them out.

“Does he want her?” Nick muttered, through it’s wails.

“Get the car keys, looks like another night of driving.” Chase whispered and I heard the door open wider and the spike in its wails as Chase walked down the hall.

I heard the rattling of car keys and the opening and closing of the front door. The wails were still ringing through my ears, even though it was now outside in the open air.

Tossing the pillow to Chase’s side of the bed, I flung the blankets back when I heard the car start up. Placing my feet on the soft carpet, I walked to the bathroom. The room was small, a bed, a dresser and that was it. It was plain, and I did not bother making it a home. Quiet and silence finally reached the air, as the car began to place distance between the house.

Cracking open the bathroom door, I ran my hand down the side wall until I found the light switch. I had finally become accustomed to our small house, though it has taken months to get use to the size.

Walking up to the bath, I turned on the cold water, placing the plug in and let the tap run. I was alive; technically I was breathing and functioning; so I was alive. My eyes drifted to the mirror in front of me, taking in my reflection. I was alive, but yet I looked the image of death.

Pushing the straps of my night grown off my shoulders it fell to the ground. I stepped into the icy cold bath water and slowly I sunk my body into it.

In a few minutes my body would be numb, the grief, the pain and sorrow I felt; all would turn into nothing and for a few minutes or hours. I could take pleasure in not having to feel the agony that was in my heart and the bitterness that now consumed my veins, against him.

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Meanwhile at the Blackmore Castle – King Blackmore’s POV

The soft tapping on my door brought my attention up from the glass of whiskey I had just poured.

“Enter.”

Slowly the door cracked open and my wife walked in. I had caused her pain I could not take back. My face softened and I lowered my glass to my desk as I watched her sadly walk into the room. Her eyes now had a coat of black around them, from the lack of sleep she was receiving and, her face shone with sadness that now consumed her heart.

“Albert, I need to ask you something.”

I nodded my head and watched my wife bring her sorrow tainted eyes up to meet mine.

“I need you to find Isabella and tell her the truth.” Her eyes pleaded with me, she knew what she was asking was impossible.

“You know I can’t.” I mumbled and gulped the contents of whiskey down my throat. “I can’t even if I wanted too.”

“Why?” She took a few steps closer to me “Can you not imagine the pain she is in right now? She is living thinking that Connor is a father to that woman’s child! If you won’t tell Isabella, you have to tell Connor the truth!”

I throw the glass in my hands across the room in anger, “I cannot find Isabella! We have searched for her for nearly a year, she is gone! And Connor deserves nothing but unhappiness.”

“You caused this!” She spat and pointed a finger at me, “You caused all of this! You and your obsession with the throne and keeping our family together. You drove us apart Albert, because of you, we have lost both our daughter’s.”