Isabelle’s POV
Well, don’t look away from the arms of a bad dream
Don’t look away, sometimes you’re better lost than to be seen
Don’t look away from the arms of a moment
Don’t look away from the arms of tomorrow
Don’t look away from the arms of a moment
Don’t look away from the arms of love
the note of the forgotten by Green day blared out of my phone, signaling i have a phone call,
I.D: unknown number
“hello?”
“isabelle? isabelle tomlinson?”
“yes, this is she?”
“isabelle, listen, your mum, is london whitley right?”
“yes, she is... why?”
“i know her and we lost contact, i would like to get to know her again, can we meet up for coffee?”
“... what’s your name?”
“kate, kate whitley”
“um... sure we can meet, can i bring a friend?”
“yes, just not your mum, or dad”
“okay...”
“see you in five, starbucks in the mall”
“okay... ten “
“fine”
the line went dead, this is odd, i texted marcus and elizabeth
*lizzie, someone just called me claiming she knew mum, were meeting up, please come? she said her name was kate, you think it could be katie? mums ‘dead’ sister?”
*marcus, someone just called me claiming she knew mum, were meeting up, please come? i might need protection if she is crazy, come over if you're gonna come xx*
*yeah, belle i will come, why didn’t you just walk three feet to my room?*
*too far! kk come to my room*
*belle i will come... do i get to be forceful? actually i’m good. open your window, ~M xx*
*open!*
i opened my window and marcus jumped through, then elizabeth came in at the same moment,
“we ready?”
“wait, belle... you got you're pepper spray?”
“yup”
“okay, lets go!”
“mum, were going to starbucks!!!”
“okay, be careful!!”
“will do! love you!”
“love you too sweetie!”
*starbucks*
we walked in and ordered, me a latte, marcus a caramel macchiato, liz a hot chocolate, our usuals
“isabelle?”
i turned around to see a girl, around twenty, with wavy brown hair, about as tall as daddy, a really pretty golden brown color eyes, in bright green jeans and a white shirt, that said, proud to be punk, she looks a little bit like mum,
