YA'LL WHY WAS HE SO MESSED UP IN THIS CHAPTER I- I'm sorry. I was editing with my jaw dropped likeeeeeee wtfff smdmdjmdm anyways.

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I S A B E L L A

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sitting at the edge of the bed, tapping his foot impatiently. I've no idea how long I was talking to Theo, I don't know how long Cole had been there before I came back, but he looked pissed as hell. As usual.

"Where the fuck were you?" He asked motioning me over towards him. I slowly made my way towards, taking the smallest possible steps. He yanked me towards him when I got close enough, making me fall into his lap.

I ignored him and tried to wiggle out of his grip but that only made him hold me tighter. "You don't hear me fucking talking to you?"

"Let go of me!" I half yelled at him and he immediately raised his to hit me but he paused. He let out a deep breath before dropping his hand and his grip on me loosened but he didn't let go of me.

He looked me up and down and he paused for a while, "Why the hell do you have blood on your shirt...Who's..?" He brought me closer to smell it but I pushed away from him, causing me to fall onto the floor in the process.

He walked over quickly and stood over me, his foot stepping on my hand so I couldn't scoot away from him. I whimpered when he kneeled, it felt like my bones were breaking under his weight.

"Why the hell is Theo's blood all over your shirt?- Where the fuck did you even get these clothes from, I swear Isabella, answer me right now, or you're going to regret it later. I am not in a good mood right now and I will hurt you."

"You mean like you always do?" I spat at him, "What's the difference? If I tell you, you're still going to punish me anyway."

He nodded and looked at me for a while before slapping my face. "I don't give a fuck what Theo said to you, whatever has you thinking you can talk back to me like that... You need to get out of your damn head."

I bit back the tears that were threatening to spill out, I can't believe Theo thinks I could somehow change this guy...

"Well? You're silent now? If I'm going to punish you anyway, spit it out already."

When I didn't say anything he scowled at me and gripped my face, "Just in case you're not already aware... Unless you're with me, you have no real use to anyone else. Your life doesn't benefit anyone but me. The second you decided to sleep with me, you agreed to that. You're mine now."

"Shut up," I whispered trying to turn away from him but, he jerked my head back towards him.

"Sure, the world would probably want to have their way with you, but after they drain you dry, you're just another piece of meat to them. You want that don't you?"

"You're wrong..." I said, and he slid his hand down to my shirt and ripped it off of me, "This shirt doesn't say that I'm wrong. I bet you begged him to give you some blood. Did you let him fuck you too?" He asked, his voice raising.

"No..." I cried out, tears were streaming down my face but that didn't seem to phase him, "I-It wasn't like that."

Why was he so pissed? He wasn't listening to a single thing I said. Did Theo tell him what happened?

"What the fuck is there to tell me if nothing really happened?" He asked replying to my thoughts, I forgot he could hear them.

"You lose your virginity and the next day you can't even control yourself. Was it really that good? Or you want to try out all of us so you can be satisfied, is that what it is? You wanted my brother to fuck you how I did."

"No, I-" He cut me off and rolled me over, pulling my pants off of me. He pulled me up and pushed me onto the edge of the bed.

I couldn't help but think about earlier when Theo had placed me in this same position. I know that I fucked it up for myself the second it crossed my mind because I know he heard those thoughts loud and clear.

I could feel myself shaking all over. It was impossible to hide anything from him, even if I tried to hide it from him, he'd figure it out one way or the other. When I finally told him, he sighed and backed away from me, making me collapse onto the floor.

"Next time start with that." He said, "And don't ever leave this room without my permission, ever. You can piss on yourself for all I care. You're dependent on me, if you start adding in other people, I'll promise you right now that it won't look good for you."

He took his coat off and threw it at me, something hard hit me in the head, and I'm guessing he had a book in his pocket. His eyes widened as if he had just remembered something but they went back to normal almost instantly.

"Put that coat on, you're only wearing the clothes that I give to you... And take the book out of the pocket. There's something that we need to talk about."

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He had me laying in his lap and his arms wrapped around me as if I were going to run away somewhere. I felt so exposed with nothing but his coat on but complaining would annoy him more than he already was.

In his coat pocket was a small journal, he didn't say who it belonged to or why he wanted to read it yet, he just flipped to a certain page and laid it out in front of me.

"Before you read that..." He said placing his hand over the book, "I'm not responsible for anything that happened."

What...?

He moved his hand and nodded for me to begin. I felt hesitant but, the longer I waited to read it, the longer had to be in this awful position.

He didn't start me off at the beginning, but quite the opposite. This was one of the last pages in the book. There was so much about it I didn't understand. Whoever wrote this journal had a lot of power and was somehow related to Cole. I couldn't wrap my head around why he was writing about a random lady till I got to the end and it finally clicked.

"Col- What is this?" I asked trying to wriggle myself out of his grip but he held on tighter, "Who is this Camilla lady? And why are you making me read about her?"

"The fact that you're asking that and trying to get away from me tells me that you already know the answer to that question."

"Why would you make me read that?" I asked slamming the book shut and throwing it across the room.

"You don't want to know who your real mother is?" He asked letting go of me and turning me to face him.

"I didn't need to know," I said shaking my head at him

"So you want to be in complete ignorance about who you really are?" he asked chuckling, "I really can't believe you right now."

"Yes, actually. I don't even know why I'm entertaining this. I know who my mother is already, I don't need to know about thi-" He cut me off.

"You know... Some people haven't had the luxury of ever meeting theirs. You're lucky you at least have memories of her when you were younger... If my mother was standing in front of me right now I couldn't even fucking tell you it was her." He yelled at me. His eyes were flickering from normal to red, and his hand was dripping blood because he'd clenched it too hard.

That triggered something in me.

His expression went from anger to surprise when he saw the tears welling up in my eyes. I was nearly surprised by myself... I was crying over someone who I barely remember meeting, but my heart hurt so much.

"Isabella..." He said, his voice softer than before.

"S-Shes my mom isn't she? Camilla...?" I asked, choking on my words.

He nodded and I felt my heart drop. It felt like the other side of me was hurting badly. My confusion was getting mixed with emotions I couldn't even understand.

"That journal was written by my dad," he said quietly, "If he hadn't killed her then maybe, you would've still got to be with her. She probably would've come and got you and..."

I shook my head at him and before I could register what I was doing, I felt myself slap him across the face. His eyes widened at me but he didn't react like he before, he had guilt written all over his face.

"Why the fuck would you make me read that?" I asked again sobbing, I couldn't stop everything from coming out no matter how hard I tried. The part of me that knew her as my real mother was breaking down completely, I had no control over it.

I couldn't even lie this time and say I didn't believe it. I wanted to but I couldn't.

"You have to know, whether you like it or not. Would you rather me not have told you?"

"I had a perfect life. I had my mother and my best friend and since I met you all of that has turned out to be a lie! I was fine believing in it, even if I knew I was lying to myself. Now how the hell am I supposed to-" My voice broke off and I started sobbing again. I hit my fist against his shirt.

"I admitted it so are you happy now?" I cried, "W-Why do you want to break me down so much? I'm fucking...crying, so are you satisfied? I-Is this what you wanted?"

He stayed there in complete silence letting me hit and scratch him as many times as I wanted, "Y-You keep ruining everything. You win okay! I a-admit that I didn't even believe myself when I lied about not believing it. "

I groaned and covered my face with my hand, I was panting and it was getting harder to breathe. Every time I inhaled, I'd feel a sharp pain in my heart.

"First Theo and now you... I didn't want to think about any of this. I wanted to believe I was normal. Why me? Why'd you have to go and pick me? I was so fucking happy."

He pulled me into a tight hug and stayed quiet before forcing out an apology, "I... I'm sorry Isabella. I'm sorry."

"Fuck your apology." I said crying into his shirt and he nodded, "I know."

This was too exhausting. I could feel myself losing consciousness. I wanted to hit him one last time but I was too tired of everything.

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Stop the cap. You would be crying too. Don't lie 🙄