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06.

a/n: hi pooks! Wasn't in a good mood so I wrote this chapter.

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ISABELLA POV
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The day dragged on. I don't remember what else happened at the end of the day.

But I did make it home without seeing Tyler.

The next day was the same, hiding away from Tyler.

This went on for a week.

My parents caught on and were worried for me. I wasn't eating. I didn't come out of my room. I didn't even talk.

There was nothing to talk about.

I cried every night. And it sucked.

When I lay in bed, my mind wanders and I find myself thinking about the way his eyes look. His tone, his brutal hands.

And I start crying, I keep thinking I won't start crying but I do.

My heart hurts.

That week was a nightmare.

And me being unlucky, I would have plenty more weeks like that.

It was a Saturday and I was hungry. The clock hit ten when I decided to go to the store and get me some snacks.

I put on some joggers and a hoodie.

I grabbed my keys to lock the door and made my way towards the store that's two blocks away.

It was your normal drug dealers that stand outside late at night trying to sell some weed.

I made my way into the store and went into aisle two, I didn't know what I was in a mood for so I was just looking.

I decided on getting me hot popcorn and an Arizona. The store doors opened when I made my way to the register.

The cashier ringed my snacks, "3.04 ma'am."

I was ready to pay but another person came up behind me, handing the cashier a five dollar bill.

It was a tatted hand with rings, and this tattoo was different. The tattoo was an outline of his hand.

I froze when I felt his chest brush my back slightly. I knew it wasn't Tyler but I was still scared.

"What's up shorty?" It was a familiar voice and I turned around to seen the new guy from my school.

I let out a sigh and say, "Hi."

"How you been? You straight?" He asked, grabbing the bags with my snacks.

"Mhm," I hummed. I took my bag from him and moved around him to the exit.

"Yo, hold up." The guy grabbed my arm after I walked out the door and turned me to him.

"I didn't mean to bother you. For real, I just haven't been seeing you around school." He confessed, dropping his hand.