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ISABELLE WAS ASSISTING ASH, FEZCO AND FAYE with the shop, she was rearranging the snacks and by rearranging she meant eating them. Ash tray was in the back doing whatever he does and told isabelle not to disturb him.
"Do you like, have a home?" Faye asked, putting the blunt to her lips and taking a hit. Isabelle nodded, she couldn't fully pay attention to faye without noticing her lips, they were obviously fake but she wasn't the type to judge. "Yeah, kid, like you've been with me and ash for two-days straight, don't your parents get worried?" Fezco added onto fayes question.
Isabelle visually winced at the mention of her parents, what could she say about them, that her dad was a psychotic, abusive, murdered who killed her mom and her mom was a too sweet-loving woman who was killed in front of her daughter. "No, they don't really care." Isabelle lied, shrugging her shoulders.
Fezco hummed in response, taking the blunt from fayes hand and hitting it himself. It was a repeated pattern of them passing around the blunt until it was a roach as they asked isabelle questions she struggled to answer. After answer a question about her mom, isabelle felt herself getting emotional so she avoided eye contact and glanced out the window.
When she looked out she could've shitted her pants, outside the door was Cal Jacobs. Now isabelle didn't know too much about cal but the fact that he was a gay-man who fucked little boys. That was enough for her too hate him, and the fact that he recorded child-pornography. Isabelle knew what fezco beat up Nate badly at the party last night, she didn't care because he deserved it after what he did to her cousin.
"Shit, fezco, that's nates dad." Isabelle warned, glancing to fezco who was already death staring the older man walking inside the shop. Isabelle gulped, sitting up from the counter she sat on and walking around the store so she could get closer to fezco in a un-obvious way.
"This your store?" Cal asked, walking over to the candy section that was thank-fully far away from isabelle. Isabelle glanced up at fezco who was clenching his jaws. "It's a family business." Fezco answered, darting holes into the older-man who was walking closer to isabelle. Now, fezco didn't know isabelle all too long but he had a guilt on himself that if anything happened to her while he was around, it was his fault.
"Do your parents own it?" Cal asked, grabbing a bag of hot-chips from the aisle that isabelle was in, the brunette froze, cals presence was cold and gave her anxiety, all she could think about it those poor kids he probably groomed. Isabelle snapped out her thoughts and saw fezco moving his eyes simultaneously, telling her to move away.
But before she could move, cal did first. Walking to the register that fezco was sitting at. "You usually ask this many questions, man?" Fezco queried, watching cal who stopped right in front of him. "Just you." Cal responded, his eyes flickering from fezco to isabelle, a smirk tugging on his lips that made ash who was watching the whole scene, wanna shot him in his face.
