MTLNOVEL Chapter 15: EGO BLOATED BASTARD
The moment her spit hit his face, everything stopped, and somehow, things got even scarier than they were before and that is why she began to scream and shout hysterically for help.
Raphael didn't say a word, he didn't even blink, he just calmly stood there, staring at her with his golden wolf like eyes, he looked like he was about to fully shift,
he is about to kill me Isabella thought, immediately seeing that his eyes had changed and he could turn any minute.
Then he finally moved, he was slow and steady with his movement, like nothing she did mattered and before she could react he grabbed her chin so hard her whole body froze,
His fingers dug into her skin like iron, pressing her neck so tight it hurt, she couldn't breathe properly, her mouth hung open slightly and she felt her throat tighten, her chest was rising and falling too fast as she struggled to pull away but he held her still,
He leaned in, his face barely inches from hers, his voice calm and cold like ice water
"I'll let it slide this one time," he said, slow and deadly with his eyes locked on hers, "but don't ever mess with me again."
"let...me...G-" Isabella struggled to speak.
He let her go, her body dropped like dead weight, her knees hit the floor hard, and she gasped, clutching her throat as the air rushed back into her lungs, but her hands were shaking, her heart was pounding, and all she could do was stare at him with wide, terrified eyes.
Raphael slowly wiped the spit off his face, still calm and also still smiling like none of it touched him, he looked down at her still sitting on the floor with her chest rising and falling, trying to steady her breath and then he turned to leave the room but just before walking out, he looked over his shoulder and said with that same soft, creepy smile "get comfortable Isabella...make yourself at home." and then he shut the door and acted like nothing had happened, the second he was gone… she broke down,
Everything just came pouring out of her in the form of tears, it all came crashing down so fast she couldn't even breathe through it, she dropped back onto the floor, clutching her arms, her knees tucked into her chest as she sobbed, she cried like a child
this must be deeper than I think because what exactly does he want from me? what has uncle Victor done this time? why am I suffering for it? she thought to herself in agony.
at this time, all she wanted...or at least all she needed was her best friend (who was probably still in Dominican republic and even if she was back, she still wouldn't know how she was doing)
Isabella couldn't help but wonder how Rosa might be when she doesnt see her for a while, this new fact grew the frustration within her, she screamed into her hands, screamed into the room, screamed until her voice cracked and until her throat hurt.
After a while, she was so exhausted, her eyes were puffy from all the crying, her head was heavy, and her body felt like it had been dragged through fire, it wasn't physical tiredness, her soul was tired, her spirit was bruised;
She laid back on the bed, staring at the ceiling, wondering what she had done to deserve this, her chest felt tight, her thoughts wouldn't stop racing, her eyes were burning again, but she didn't have the strength to cry anymore;
Then suddenly, something slid under the door, she jumped up with her eyes narrowing, it was a small box, she hesitated for a second before crawling over to it and picking it up,
Inside was a phone a brand new sealed black and sleek Phone, her heart skipped, she didn't care who it was from, she just saw it as a chance at getting help, she tore the box open like her life depended on it, her hands were trembling as she switched it on and immediately tried to call Rosa, she typed in her number fast but...Nothing,
No signal, no line...NOTHING
She opened it up and saw it immediately, no SIM card, she checked the settings, the whole thing was locked, remotely controlled, every part of it was being watched,
Her chest dropped, her hands fell to her lap and she sat there frozen, then she threw the phone down on the bed and buried her face into her hands, she doesnt want any of this, she didn't ask for any of it, she just wanted out, to go back to Rosa and to live a normal life again;
The tears fall again, and this time, she didn't even fight them, a few minutes passed, then the phone dinged, her head shot up, she grabbed it quickly, hoping maybe it was Rosa, or someone else that wasn't that Ego bloated bastard Rafael (or so she called him in her head)
But it wasn't, it was in fact the `Ego bloated bastard Rafael` who had sent a somewhat cold message that read...
"Get dressed for dinner."