This Story will be written from Isabella's POV.
I woke up sweating and with a pounding headache. I had another nightmare. This is constant for me now. Not sure if it's morning or still night I look over at my clock. Six AM it read. Relief washed through me. I will have sometime to forget yesterdays unpleasant events.The aching in my head is a vivid reminder of what Gary my mothers new boyfriend thought of me.
My mother is helpless to protect me. She cant even protect herself. Ever since my father died, my mother has been in a deep depression and I've been living in a constant hell. The only way my mother knows how to mask her pain is by a hefty dose of Vicodin and a large shot of Sambuca. The result is a new school every few months for me and a new boyfriend every few weeks for her. I've tried helping my mother to no avail. I comfort, hug and support her. When in fact it should be the other way around.
This seems like a nice town. I hope the people here mind their own business unlike the last place we lived. The school called Social Services because of my unkempt appearance and constant fatigue. Well..It is hard to sleep while listening to your mother's extra loud activities every night.
I faintly hear a door slam shut. That means she's leaving for work. Within a moment my mothers footsteps stop at my bedroom door. She bangs twice and shouts
"Isabelle I'm leaving."
I don't bother acknowledging her presence. I don't bother saying goodbye. It makes no difference for the outcome is the same. I'm still alone.
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Finding Isabella
General FictionSome people are born with a silver spoon in their mouth. Then their are people like Isabella Porter. They are survivors. Survivors of loneliness, loss and everything in between. Fed up with constant poverty and an abusive mother, she dreams of a hap...
