Precap

The lamp had broken and glass pieces were scattered on the seat and the floor. But the window did not break.

I felt like crying. I tried everything that came to my mind but nothing is helping.

How will I escape? How will I know if Mom and Dad are safe? If my friends are safe?

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Chapter 18; So this is his real face

I didn't know what to do.

I was supposed to stay calm and think of a plan B if Plan A doesn't work but it seems like I am going crazy.

The fear is killing me inside. The feeling of hopelessness was worsening the situation.

I quickly stood up and frantically looked around the room. The study lamp caught my eye.

I hurried towards it and grabbed it. With all my force, I threw it at the window. The lamp broke and fell but the window has no damage.

Now I am going crazy. I hurried towards the coffee table and picked it up to throw it at the window.

Heavy. It wasn't like it looked, it was very heavy. I can't throw this. Then I should use it on the door.

I carried towards the door. With the legs of the table facing the door, I started hitting the door. Not in hope that it will open but to this anger out.

I started hitting at the door like a mad person. My hands started hurting so I threw the table somewhere and slowly walked towards the place that calms me.

The side window.

My feet were hurting but I ignored it. I threw the cushion on the floor and sat on the window seat. I pulled my legs close to my chest, resting my elbows on my knee and held my head between my palms and closed my eyes.

The tears that threatened to come out earlier was not falling down my cheeks. I couldn't stop myself from letting the tears fall. I was tired of being scared, of not knowing what has happened to my loved ones.

I heard the sound of the door being unlocked.

"Mam, I heard some sound..... Oh My God! What happened Mam", I heard the worried voice of that lady.

I want to be left alone. I wanted her to leave me alone.

I did not respond.

I heard her footsteps nearing me.

"Mam....?".

I did not respond.

"Mam, are you okay? What happened here?", I heard her ask.

Why isn't she leaving me alone? Didn't she understand that I want to be left alone?

"Please leave", I said trying to calm myself.

"But mam-",

"JUST LEAVE", I shouted opening my eyes and looking at her. I am fuming with anger.

I didn't want to shout at her but all this anger building inside burst out at her.

My words hurt her. It was evident from her face. For a moment, I felt bad and wanted to apologise to her but my anger didn't allow it.

"Sorry Mam", I heard her whisper and she quietly left the room, locking it.

I felt very bad. I couldn't handle all these emotions and now this guilt is not helping.

Ugh!

I resumed my earlier position and closed my eyes. Why did things have to be like this?

Suddenly the images of my parents being held under gunpoint, my friends being shot came rushing into my mind.

No no no no

I started shaking my head trying to shake of the image. The burning sensation in my chest was increasing and making it hard to breathe.

Please calm down.

I stopped shaking my head and tried to take deep breaths. I heard the door being unlocked again.

Now, what does she want?

I heard the footsteps nearing me.

"Isabella".

I clenched my jaw.

That voice. Hearing that voice, all my efforts trying my calm myself has gone vain. Hearing that voice increased my anger but I did not respond.

"Isabella what happened".

I bit my lip hard trying to control the anger. I did not respond.

There was a moment of silence.

"That's it. I am tired of being nice to you", I heard him say.

Nice? He?

I felt him move my hands and held my hands in his palm. The sudden action caused me to open my eyes.

Green eyes.

The green eyes has no emotion in them yet there was something mysterious. Something didn't seem right. The emerald green eyes intrigued me.

"What is your problem?".

His question brought me back to reality. His voice was filled with a bit of anger and irritation.

My problem? He doesn't know what my problem is?

I did not respond. I was tired of telling this.

"I know you went through some tough stuff so I have been nice to you but now, it is creating me problems".

Now I am the problem?

"So I want to know what your problem is so that I can solve it and then mind my own business, Without you creating me more problems",

Wow! He seems different now.

Different from the one I met at the park, different from the one that put me in that room.

"I had told you that trying to escape is futile. You cannot escape this place so get that in your head".

So this is his real face.

A few silent minutes passed. He took his hands back and stared out of the window.

I closed my eyes and leaned backwards, resting my head on the wooden frame. His words shouldn't have affected me but they did. It hurt me pretty bad. Knowing a painful fact is painful enough but telling that to your face is more painful.

"What the hell is this?", I heard him ask.

What is he asking about? I don't know and I didn't care.

"I asked you what the hell is this? Why the hell is there blood", He was raising his voice.

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