Chasing Isla ✔

Chapter 10

Thomas and I walk side by side down the hallway to our next class.

"Johnathan called me today" I announce.

"What?" Thomas's eyes immediately widen.

I feel Thomas begin the panic. Whenever Johnathan calls, it's never a good sign.

"To check up on us" I elaborate.

"Oh...." he sighs in relief, "what did he say?"

"No leads" I look down while we weave through the other people in the hallway. "Well, none that he would share with me, anyway"

"Right" he nods.

All they need to do is catch the guy who did this to us. If they catch him, we can go home. That's what I've always believed, that is.

"You know Ned's a loner" my voice raises, "the day they catch him...is the day this all ends"

Thomas rolls his eyes "Don't get your hopes up"

That's something I've always tried not to do. It gets hard sometimes not to think about what our lives would be like if they caught Ned. I could be reunited with Brandon and that little girl.

"Johnathan said that he's watching them for me" I inform "you know I've been thinking what if we-"

"No," he says quickly.

"You don't know what I was going to say" I roll my eyes.

"You want to turn our family of three into a family five" he raises a brow, completely unamused.

Okay so maybe he did know what I was going to say. All I want is Brandon and my girl with me. The reason they're not is because I wanted them to have a normal life — is it selfish that I don't care about them being normal anymore? I don't care about the consequences. I just want them here with me.

"What's wrong with that?" I raise a brow.

"You're not thinking straight" Thomas shakes his head "remember why you chose not to in the first place? You didn't want them living a lie"

Sometimes I forget why I did what I did two years ago. I don't care about the consequences so much anymore. I just want my family back.

"Its been two years" my eyes begin to water in anger.

"We're not discussing this here," he ends the conversation as we enter bio. 

"Two years" I repeat while we take a seat.

I clench my jaw in frustration and sadness as I feel tears about to run down my cheeks.

You're okay with Isla. Get your shit together.

"Mr Faulkner is out today so you guys are stuck with me" the substitute teacher stands at the front of the class. I look up to see Hank. "It says here that your instructions are to just continue on your assignment...is this all of you?"

It's weird seeing him teaching one of my classes. It feels like a crossover between my social life and my home life.

"No, Mr Fitzgerald" a cheerleader in the front row giggles "half the class haven't arrive"

"Right" Hank nods "thank you....."

"Debby" she giggles with a bright smile.

Why is it that every girl is drooling over Hank? Honestly, people, he's more than double your age.

"Right so can everyone pull out their assignments and get a move on" he orders.

I glare at the backs of those in front of me, struggling not to cry. Pull it together.