Episode 7: Confrontation

I gulped, still wearing a frown. "He bought me a condo unit? Is this for real?" I asked in a tinge of bafflement. Can't believe that he did this but for what?

She nodded. "That's also the reason why he went here." I gently caressed my neck.

"How about you? Are gonna be with me?" I asked, my heart started to thump as she gaze at my eyes with curiosity. She shook her head.

"I can't, Isabelle. Pack all your things and be there. Okay? We can't live there, it's for your own g–" I diverted my gaze on the bottle that has shoved to the floor. A heavy breath escaped my mouth upon seeing his devilish eyes.

"A-aunt, no!" I quickly pulled aunt's arms to avoid being stoned by him, shattered pieces of it were scattered everywhere. We stumbled on a floor causing me to whine out of being hurted. "Y-you okay?" I reassured her, could even feel her trembling hands.

She nodded, tears started to linger in her eyes. "Watch yourself, aunt." I whispered upon seeing her stood up by her own and started walking towards him. "What's your problem, Brandon?" She yelled, making me shiver.

I squeezed my eyes closed, trying to get some strength to fight for ourselves. "A-aunt!" I yelled as he pulled her hair and slap her head against the wall.

A loud bawl escaped my mouth. "Uncle, stop!" I hurried and helped her to sit despite of the blood streaming down from her forehead.

I wiped it off. "Hey aunt, please." I pleaded, pertaining to live with her in a condo that he bought.

"I-I can't, Isabelle. I need to be with him." She held her forehead. I frowned as I returned my gaze at him. He's clasping his hands once again, sending me to be terrified.

"What's your problem, huh?" She said with a crack on her voice. I glimpsed at her.

He smiled sarcastically. "You got the money from him, right?" I caught her gaze as I returned it to her. I gulped. She blankly stared at me with her bruised lips.

"What? I need a fucking answer!" His strained voice thundered inside resulting me to cover my ears. I could feel the shortage of my breathe as I watched him punishing aunt.

N-no!

My tears started to flow on my cheeks, found myself tounge-tied even though I wanted to fight but I felt numb. My body froze as I stared into them, battling with each other.

All I could hear is aunt's bawl which making me tremble. I closed my eyes, once again. I'm trying to think of anything that can cure this terrifying scene.

"You're selfish, bitch!" I diverted my gaze on them, aunt's face is bleeding. I heave a breath.

I had to do something–can't let him hurt us!

My gaze went black, it gives me an energy to step-out of my comfort zone and walk towards them. "Stop!" I pulled his arms. He returned his glare at me and kicked me in my stomach.

I was like a paper that has been shove to the floor. I crumpled in pain upon holding my stomach out of difficulty in breathing. "O-ouch!" I stuttered, screaming in the top of my lungs in terror, was out of words. I felt weak.

I was crying in terror while watching her to be punish by a demon like him. Blood were dripping everywhere, even things are scattered everywhere. I crawled, even though I wanted to fight back but can't as I'm reeling.

"A-aunt..." I said as i felt a grip on my arms. A wide filthy hands landed on my wounded face. I'm unable to fight back due to to my bleeding hands, it got cut on a broken glass bottle.

I felt completely useless, couldn't even protect myself. "You're freaking useless, Isabelle!" He slapped me causing my face to be numb, could no longer feel any of those pain. I felt like that I'm going to pass out.

He's mercilessly hurting me. I closed my eyes as I heard a glass, been stoned behind me. "Run, Isabelle!" I heave a breath as I kicked his manhood away from me.

I quickly ran outside. I slowly felt my body getting numb, cold successively invaded my system. I'm longing for death.

I'm in the middle of the road when I saw a light flashed right into my face ended up it's a vehicle, can't see it clearly due to my vision being darkened. I was out of balance, couldn't walk anymore due to the excruciating pain that I'm suffering.

"H-help!" I crawled. Tears and blood were merging from my swollen face. I closed my eyes as someone carried me inside his vehicle.

"P-please, d-dont. Help my aunt..." I pleaded. It laid me on a passenger seat, making me heave a breath.

"What happened to you?" I heard a girly voice. I held her hand.

"P-please help us." I said, could feel the tissue that they're stamping in my face despite of it being numb. "O-ouch." I winced upon still trying to figure out the person who's aiding me.

"Don't worry, you're in a safe place." She said in a calming tone. I held my stomach upon feeling a painful thing.

"You're Isabelle, right?" She asked resulting me to frown. I nodded.

"W-who are you?" I asked, still forcing to open my eyes. I heard a cough in front of me.

"I saw you on a club earlier." I sighed. "Are you a whore?" I shook my head. The dissatisfaction made me weak.

"I'm not. Someone just invited me to go th–" I stopped. My headache became severe. "Ahhh!" I yelled. I felt exhausted. I'm going to pass out.

"Straight to the hospital. Conor!" I heard a shout. I trembled. My body felt cold compared to earlier.

I-I can't breathe. I felt like a trash...

"A-aunt..." I whispered. I saw her in my mind, seeking for help.

Why is this happening? All of the torments are suffocating me.