Dream Catcher [Dan Smith Bastille]

Max

"M-max?"

"Hello, sweet pea"

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"What are you doing here, and how did you get in?!" I whispered yelled I didn't want to wake the neighbours.

"I have every right to be here, slut."

"Excuse me! I'm not the one who cheated on his girlfriend man whore."

'Go Izz go get em tiger' Lola yelled at me.

"Who were you with?" Max asked ignoring my comment before.

"Why do you need to know?" I asked starting to get a little bit more annoyed.

"Because I want to know who you were with slut, I bet you shagged them you little slut, you are probably earning money off it too." He snarled at me.

"I was not shagging someone, you asshole, get out of my house!" I yelled at max.

"Fine, but if I see you with any other guys that aren't me, 'Ill make sure I'll do worse that your dad ever did to you, he raped you and I'll kill you and the boy I see you with slut, you're mine." Tears start blurring my eyes as Max walks out the door.

I collapsed on the floor as memories come flooding back like it only happened minutes ago.
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"Mum, why aren't you answering me, Mum? Mum!" a 8 year old Isabella sat beside her mothers bed she had no idea her mother had passed. Death was an unknown thing to her. She looked to her sister Hannah, silent tears rolling down her cheeks she was 12 years old she understood perfectly. "Han! what's the matter? mum's just asleep!" she yelled at her sister. Isabella looked for her father, he was standing by the door. "Girls, we're leaving, NOW!" He yelled, both girls flinched and moved towards their father's car and away from the hospital.

From then on their father would drink away his pain or take it out on his daughters mainly Hannah though. She would have swollen parts of her body that were purple, blood dropping from any lashes her father gave her. Their father would bring his friends over they would throws their cigarette butts at the girls, and burn them. Their father took it very far by selling the girls to the men for a night, by the time Isabella 10 years old she had been raped 27 times.

When Isabella was 14 her sister took her own life leaving her alone with her father.

Until one day he was killed by a gang to who he owed money, and Isabella was left alone a 15 year old with no family. Then she found Max her boyfriend of 8 years to whom she was supposed to marry but she caught him cheating and that was the end if it, or so she thought.

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Isabella woke up on the floor, she looked at her reflection in the mirror only to find her mascara and eyeliner smudged and running down her rosy cheeks.
Her eyes were bloodshot and puffy and she resembled a zombie. She decided since it was Sunday she'd just have a lazy day to get her mind off things.

She ended up watching both seasons of sherlock and was up to the 4th Harry potter (goblet of fire) movie when she heard her phone ringing. Checking the caller ID it was Kyle she smiled at his contact name.
"Hey, Kyle what's up?" she questioned.

"Nothing, that's exactly why I called you. We're having a small party get together thing with our friends and we were wondering if you wanted to come?" he sounded hopeful.

"Yea, sure I've got nothing else on." he gave her the details and was expected at the boys apartment at 4.pm.

Isabella checked the time it was 3.30pm, honestly most girls would flip out but she could get dressed and look presentable within five minutes, maybe she wasn't even a girl, her conscience thought.