Isla
I walked into the studio and began pulling off my shoes and tracksuit bottoms and the jacket I wore. I plugged up my iPhone to the sound system and I pulled my pastel pink hair out of its bun and walked toward the middle of the room, toward the pole and laid down on my back. As the intro of Paint It Black by Ciara played.
I began lifting my legs and drawing zeros as I slowly sat up and grip my left hand and right hand onto the pole and did a spin, as I went into a pull up and fireman spin. Then into an invert and slowly transitioned into a cradle. Then I went back down onto the floor gracefully and did a floor plank.
I wrapped my legs around and did a carousel spin, just allowing myself to get lost into the music and letting my body go to the flow of the song, just pouring all the hurt and pain I felt in this dance. As my pastel pink hair flowed around me, my heart pounding out of my chest.
Will
Austin dropped me off in front of the studio, I sighed while I looked at the building.
"She's in there man, just go to her and have a talk with her." Austin said as he got out of the car urging me.
"Are you fucking serious?" I asked the older Archey. As he pushed me inside, and we walked toward the studio that we could hear music coming out from, the door was opened to a crack and pushed it open. I saw Isla spinning around on the pole, it wasn't suggestive or anything but absolutely beautiful.
I looked behind me and Austin disappeared somewhere else, she looked so beautiful her face filled with concentration as she danced. I think I was falling in love by watching her again, her movements were enchanting.
Her arm and hand movements were flawless, her beauty was something I got lost in her, the way she lost in her own world.
She did a plank on the pole as she began lowering her body onto the ground and ending with a child pose. I couldn't help but clap at the end.
She jolted up and looked up at me.
"Why are you here William?" She asked breathlessly, while I walked over to her.
Isla
I ended the dance with a plank and slowly sliding down the pole and a windmill into a child pose. I heard applause from behind me, I jolted and got up and I was faced with Will.
"Why are you here William?" I said and he walked over to me, his curly hair bouncing as he walked toward me, those brown eyes consuming me and my soul.
"I just want to talk, please Isla. I just need to tell you." He said while he walked closer to me, I averted my gaze onto the ground.
"Then speak, Will." I said, while walking over to the chair and wiped the sweat off my forehead. I threw the towel on the chair and I crossed my arms.
"Isla I never meant to hurt you! Look I didn't know she was pregnant or unwell, she broke it off with me. I fucking love you Isla, like you don't think this is ripping me apart!" Will yells at me, as his voice travels through the studio.
"Are you seriously fucking blaming me for sticking your dick in her and fucking her. Did you enjoy fucking me?" I yelled at him.
"For fuck sake! You're not a fuck for me, you're so much more than that to me." Will screamed at me, as I began walking away from him, he gripped my wrist and pulled me close to him.
"Let me fucking go! I can't stand you. I hate you!" I screamed at him.
Lies... All lies! My brain yells at me.
"You know that's a lie." He whispers and I found myself slapping him across the face, a loud slap echoed throughout the studio and he didn't budge. I just wanted to hit him again, his hand caught my wrist. There was a small distance between me and the wall, my bare back touching the cool wall.
"Let me go!" I pleaded, we were both panting trying to catch our breath.
"You can shout at me, scream at me and hit me all you want Isla. But don't you feel this with us? When I touch you, we belong together." He whispers as his breath hits my face. Chills were travelling down my spine, I was trying to fight back the tears.
Yes, I feel it. Your touch
"Kiss me one last time." I whispered and he nodded and pressed his lips against mine, I jumped onto him and entangled my fingers into his curly hair, feeling him for the last time I would ever see him. As more tears streamed down my face.
I pulled away and pushed him away.
"I'll always love you William with all my heart, I'll never forget your touch. But you might be a father and your life can't have me in it." I whispered and more tears streamed down my face.
"Isla don't do this please." He whispered.
"I'm sorry Will but it is done." I whispered and he nodded while his lips captured mine in a sweet kiss on my lips, our tears mixing each others. The passion and love his embrace held, his lips and savouring his touch. But it had to end, I pulled away from the kiss and his embrace. A tear streaming down his face, as we distanced ourselves from each other. More tears, as the distance between us grew. I felt a choked sob escape my lips and found myself sliding down the wall and I began to sob bitterly.
I couldn't tell him I was leaving, I heard footsteps behind me. I think it was Austin, and he crouched down next to me. His arms were open and I crawled into his arms, and clutched onto him sobbing into his chest. He was tried to soothe me, as I sobbed into his shoulder.
"My poor sister, why did you do that?" Austin whispers into my hair.
"You can't tell him Austin." I whispered to him, while my brother made me look at him.
"What do you mean?" He asked me.
"I'm leaving Austin, I got accepted into the art program in Verona." I said and his eyes widened as saucers.
"You have to tell him Isla, you can't just leave like that." Austin said, while he held me close.
"Promise me you won't tell him." I pleaded with him.
"I won't and I'll tell the others won't either. Although Isla I don't believe Rosalie's child is Will's." Austin whispers.
"Why?" I asked him.
"Just a hunch." Austin said.
Will
I found myself walking in the rain, thinking about the last kiss we shared. The world was fading into black, I was angry and hurt. So much nonsense was going on. My iPhone dings and there was a text from Rosalie.
Rosalie: Will, we need to talk.
What was there to talk about? You messed up my relationship, broke it off with me and now dropped this fucking bombshell on me. There was a feeling within me that I knew that child wasn't mine, it couldn't be mine. I found myself on Rosalie's doorstep.
"Rosalie, what more is there to talk about?" I asked her.
"The results came in." She says, I prayed that it wasn't mine.
"What does it say?" I asked and she handed me the letter and my face paled, but I could see Ash looking angry.
I read the letter and saw....
A/N: DUN! DUN! What will the result say? Is Will the father? Will Isla leave? Comment your thoughts! - MyVictim
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Song: Paint It Black (Ciara)