Isabela Part 5
My mother's screams in the distance, in the room, show me that it has finally begun.
I am killing my old self so that another can be born.
I raise the shields.
I become a wall.
And no one will ever lay hands on me to hurt me again!
I take another razor from the box, then turn to finish the horror show with a flourish. As I leave the bathroom, still with a good portion of my hair uncolored, I give a smirk to Diana's desperate expression:
“Don’t you dare call for help!” I threaten, pressing the razor against my own neck. “Leave him there for an hour to give hell a chance to open its doors and suck the soul out of this monster. After that, you can call an ambulance to save your little husband, a priest to exorcise me, whatever you want...”
“What did you do, damn it?” she screams at me, shaking her unconscious husband in her lap.
I knew she would forgive him. I know her well! And she’ll blame me in the end. The bill will always be paid by me, no matter how shitty her husband and she are.
“You have a choice in your hands. And although I know you’ll never choose me, the decision is yours. If you call for help, I’ll slit my throat with this razor,” I threaten, staring into the fear in her eyes. Her white silk nightgown looks like my dress. “Go on, bitch... Decide!”
“What’s that on your arms?” she whispers, concerned about the cuts. I shrug, still waiting for her decision. Did she just notice? “Put that razor down, daughter! I’ll wait. Just give me something to stop the blood from his wound, and come here so I can see those cuts.”
I toss a towel to my mother, who immediately tries to stem the blood flowing from Marcos's head. But I don’t get close to her. I will never, ever trust that woman!
And so we remain. She held her husband in her lap, and I stayed sitting in the bathroom doorway, with the baseball bat beside me and a razor in hand.
When time finally passes, unfortunately, the bastard is alive to receive help, and my mother rushes him to the hospital.
I see the countless messages from Hellen coming in. I feel like calling and telling her everything, while the pain starts to stab me again. My ribs are crushed, my stomach screams in pain. But I finish what I started... I dye my hair. After letting the dye sit for a while, I rinse it in the sink.
I stare at the unrecognizable reflection in the mirror.
And only now do I allow myself to cry.
I wanted so much to be able to ask for help...
But there are fucking shackles in my head.
Now would be the perfect time. He’s almost dead. I could call, scream for help. But I can’t. After dressing the bandage on my slashed wrist, I opened my drive folder filled with photos of me and Nate.
I take a deep breath before allowing myself to drown.
I delete the folder.
I walk to Diana’s room, grab three tranquilizer pills that my mother uses to sleep, and swallow them.
When I lie down on my bed, clutching the damn wooden bat, I know that even if the bastard survives, things will never be the same. I’m going to live the way I want. And no one will ever hurt me again.
And for that, I’ll make sure to be much worse than my villains... Always!
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