Chapter 11 : Left Alone

Isabelle's POV

Creasing the skin behind my ear with his thumb, he let out a soft chuckled. "Curious, are we?"

I rolled my eyes. Yes, bitch. I'm curious about the thing your psycho ass has done. And geez, stop touching me. I don't want to feel all the shivers down my spine. I dare you Isabelle to say all this out loud instead of bickering inside your head.

I rolled my eyes again, this time at my stupid consciousness which was mocking me as if it's not a part of me.

I lightly dabbed my skin from where he had pulled out the IV and thought of asking him about some medicines to cool down my fever and subsiding pain in my body but I stopped myself.

"Yes." I said, instead.

"You're all alone, Isabelle and I promise I made sure of it." He whispered, staring straight into my eyes with such a strong intensity that I've to avert my gaze from him.

All alone? What does that even mean?

"I don't get it."

"Let me name all the people who used to part of your life- your father, stepmother, Natty, Darren and yes, your long lost mother." He said.

Knitting my eyebrows together, I looked at him in anticipation. "How do you know about Natty and Darren?" And how do you know that there's no one out in this world for me except these few people?

"I'm saddened to inform you that you won't ever be able to see them again." He added.

I blinked, trying to process his words.

Oh, really?

He thinks that he'll held me captive? Well, I guess then you don't know me, Mr. Remington. I'm not a typical submissive female who'll do whatever you say. I've my life, dude. I ain't gonna sit and let some psycho ruin it.

"And I'm really saddened to inform you that you won't ever be able to stop me from seeing them." I spat.

I thought that he'll get repulsed or anything after hearing me but his demeanor didn't change.

"There's no one out there, Isabelle. If you want, you can try but believe me you'll find yourself alone." He said, calmly.

The way he spoke so surely about it, a little uneasiness passed through my chest. He can't be serious, right?

"Your house is no more yours, it's up for mortgage. Your father and stepmother are somewhere far away from your reach and so are you friends- Natty and Darren. And trust me you can't find your real mother because I won't let that happen." A dangerous smirk twitched at the corner of his lips.

I still in shock after hearing him. I shook my head in disbelief as I tried to get up from the bed. No. No. This can't happen. He can't do this to me.

With every ounce of energy in me. I pushed him away and as soon as I stepped on the floor, I felt dizziness and my body stumbled but before I could fall, he held me by my waist and pushed me back on the bed.

"Even though I'd love to see you dying, I want your death to be more painful. So behave, it would be too easy if you die out of fever or something." He said, popping the medicine out of his pocket and giving it to me.

My chest constricted in worry as an unknown fear hit me.

Natty and Darren are the only two person constant in my life. They've been with me through all the thick and think. I couldn't even think about not seeing them again. I don't know exactly what I feel for my father. I despised him, I do but it kind of feels weird to think that I won't be able to meet him. And finding my mother was the only hope I had to smile again. He'll, I even agreed to marry this psychopath for her.

I crushed the medicine in my hand and dusted them away. "I'm not taking any medication."

In a swift moment, he grabbednmy jaw and forced me to look into his eyes which were hollow to the point of no return. I tried to pull myself out of his grasp but instead I ended up playing the starting game with him.

"What on earth have I done to you? You were a freaking stranger to me." I whispered, dejectedly.

He didn't answer but for a moment, a flash of anger passed through his eyes and even though he tried to hide it, it was visible.

Don't tell me that my Dad has done something to him? Oh God- I swear if this all happening to me because of Dad then I will not think twice before destroying his political career. He has already done enough damage to me ever since I was just a kid. Now what?

My stomach churned and a strong nausea hit me. "Please let me go." I pleaded in a low voice

He smirked, releasing my jaw and popping out another dose of medication from the pocket. "Shove it down your throat because even if you die, there would be no one attend your funeral.

Silently I took the medication from him and gulped it with warm waterm I rested my head on the pillow and stared at the ceiling wondering about nothing at particular.

"Is she happy?" I asked him about my mother.

He didn't bother to reply but I already know the answer. She's not happy.

Without me, she could never be happy after all, I was her reason to live.

"It hurts, doesn't it? To know that you'll never be able to see them person you love?"

I averted my eyes at his direction and I found him looking out of the window. I tried to read his facial expressions but I failed, miserable. There wasn't a single hint of emotion on his face.

I exhaled a deep breath. "You'll never know." You'll never know this heartbreaking feeling.

He turned to me and scanned my face for a second before he let out a throaty laugh. "Sleep tight because tomorrow I'm going to give you a small surprise."

And with that he left the room.