Gotta Be You

I know how they both feel and now all that’s left to do is to find out how I feel.

And right now, my heart is stuck in the middle of a tug-o-war. Niall pulling hard on one side and Harry pulling just as hard on the other.

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32. My Real Home

Isla’s POV

 

I was in the middle of my shift, just doing my job. I’ve been zoning out constantly causing the customers to get annoyed with me when I wouldn’t notice them giving me their order. Sophie and Trine had to constantly nudge me to bring me out of my stupor. In all honesty, I didn’t want to be here right now. I didn’t want to go back to my house either…

I was zoning out again, my mind blank and not noticing anything around me. And, once again, I felt someone lightly elbow me on my hip.

“Hey, Isla, you have another customer.”

I shook my head, my eyes taking in the people and the coffee shop, my ears being filled with the sounds of chatter and mugs being placed on saucers. I looked towards Trine, who had been the one to nudge me. I saw her pointing in front of me with a hint of annoyance on her face. I couldn’t blame her, I hadn’t been exactly doing what I was supposed to be doing.

“Sorry, last time, I promise,” I whispered, giving her an apologetic look. She have me a small nod and went back to making coffee.

I faced towards the counter, my attention on the customer waiting directly across from me at the till.

“Sorry about that,” I said, forcing a smile on my face, “what can I get for you?”

The customer was looking at the menu on the wall behind me while I was talking. When she had finally decided, she looked at me. She was about to talk but froze and her eyebrows furrowed and looked at me with a confused look.

“You look familiar. Do I know you from somewhere?” she questioned.

I froze, my heartbeat quickening. I looked away, putting my face down so she wouldn’t be able to see much of my face. I saw my nametag and quickly pulled it off when she was looking away, looking like she was trying to place my face.

“Uh…um, d-don’t think so, I’m new here,” I stuttered, looking down again. I’ve been here for a bit over 4 months, that’s technically still new.

“Hm, well, I’m not from around here, I’m just visiting my cousins so I might’ve seen you from somewhere else,” she said.

“Or you couldn’t have seen me from anywhere,” I snapped. I instantly felt guilty from the way I was speaking with her. But I just wanted her to stop talking about me. I sneaked a glance and saw her looking down at her hands, looking upset.

“I’m sorry, I’ve just been having a bad day,” I said, shaking my head. She slowly looked up to me and gave me a small smile.

“It’s okay, I understand,” she said sweetly, “let’s just forget about it.”

I smiled back to her. “Okay. So, what can I get for you?” I was still trying to look away from her so I focused my attention on the numbers on the till.

“I’ll have a medium caramel latte, please.”

I put in the price on the till and looked up at her. “Okay. That will be €2.68.”

She reached into her bag, pulling out a wallet and taking out some change. She passed it to me and I gave her her change.

“I’ll make you your drink, if you could just wait on the end of the counter,” I told her, pointing to where the drinks were given.

She smiled and nodded and walked away. I instantly started making her drink, hoping that she was taking it to go. I finished making her drink, putting on the lid, turning around and passing it to her.

“Here you go.”

“Thanks,” she said.

“Have a nice day.”

She gave me one last nod and turned around. I was watching her every step, hoping that she was heading for the door but my hopes were thrown out the window when she walked in between tables towards a booth where two other people, most likely her cousins, were sitting.

I turned around, trying to work as far away from them as possible. But it was impossible as the area where the lattes were made were on the side that faced them.

As I was making another customer’s drink, I snuck a glance towards the girl in the corner of my eyes and saw her holding her phone, looking like she had just taken a photo and then tapping on it with a smile.

Did she just take a picture of me? Did she know who I was? Was she a fan of One Direction?

My questions were pushed away as the cup I was filling with milk had overflown causing it to spill on the counter and the floor. I jumped, trying to avoid the milk from splattering onto my shoes.

“Shoot.” I quickly grabbed a rag and wiped down the counter. Then I grabbed a mop and started to clean the floor. I snuck another glance at the girl and saw her looking at me but she quickly looked away. I grabbed another clean rag and started to clean the shelves underneath the counter that had gotten a bit of milk in it. When I finished cleaning, I stood up and looked towards the booth that the girl and her cousins were sitting it but found no one there. They had left.

I couldn’t shake the nervousness that had grown inside of me as soon as the girl asked if she knew me from somewhere. I had gone 4 months without anyone noticing me. I was surprised Trine and Sophie didn’t know me, I would place them as fans of One Direction but they said that they don’t listen to that kind of music. I breathed a sign of relief when they had told me that. They wouldn’t know me.

It was now nearing the end of my shift. I had opened with Trine. Sophie and her mom came to work the afternoon shift with us and they were going to work the evening shift.

I was finishing up washing the blenders, getting them clean for the evening shift. The shop had died down a bit but would soon be filling up with customers coming off from their work.

I started pulling off my apron as soon as I finished and I cashed in my tips. I was about to say bye to Sophie and Trine when I turned around and saw them standing beside each other and looking at me. I froze and just looked back at them.

A few awkward seconds later, they exchanged looks and Trine nodded. They looked at me again.

“Look, we noticed you…that something was bothering you today,” Trine spoke. She paused and looked at me with worried eyes. “Are…are you okay?”

I grew nervous again.

“Nothing was bothering me,” I said, avoiding their gazes, hoping they wouldn’t catch my lie. “I…I was just tired. I’m sorry, I couldn’t sleep last night.”

“You could’ve just called in sick, we would’ve understood and called someone else in,” Sophie said.

“I know, I’m sorry,” I said, “I would’ve felt bad though. I promise, it won’t happen again.” I gave them a small smile, hoping they would leave it at that.

They looked at each other again, a hint of nervousness growing in their faces. What were they thinking about? I gave them a suspicious look as they looked at me again.

“Did this have to do with what happened yesterday?” Trine asked.

I froze, my heart dropping into my stomach. My heart beat quickening. I looked down, avoiding their worried gazes.

“N-no, not at all,” I stuttered, “it has nothing to do with yesterday.”

“Isla, if there’s anything you want to talk about, me and Trine are here for you,” Sophie said.

“I know,” I said, “but they’re nothing wrong. I promise.” I gave them another small smile, dying to get out of this conversation. Just when I thought I was safe, they brought up a touchy subject.

“Does it have to do with him?” Trine asked, seeming nervous.

I was shocked. Why would they ask about him?

Did they know?

This was definitely not something I wanted to talk about. I grew frustrated with where this conversation was going. I couldn’t handle it anymore. I had to get out of here.

“No!” I snapped. “I told you, there’s nothing wrong! Now, leave it!”

They looked at me with shocked faces. I felt guilty but I felt angrier. I just wanted to get out of here.

“Now, if there’s nothing else you wanted to interrogate me about, I would like to leave.” I gave them a harsh look, watching their eyes grow wide, their mouths opening and closing with no words coming out. After a few seconds, they both shook their heads. I had never talked to anyone like that. What was happening to me?

“Good. I’m leaving now. I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” And with that, I walked around them and left. I went through the back doors and started walking to the bus stop, heading home.

I had to…

As I waited at the bus stop, I couldn’t stop thinking about everything that happened today. First there was the girl that seemed to have recognized me. She couldn’t have. I shook the scary thought out of my head. Even if she did, nothing was going to happen. It’s not like the boys would find out. And it’s not like they would even come for me. I felt tears building up in my eyes but I blinked them away. I couldn’t waste any more tears on people I would never see again.

I took a deep, refreshing breath and exhaling it out along with my thoughts.

But soon, my conversation with Trine and Sophie started running through my mind. Especially with me heading home…to him.

I had lied to them. I was so out of it today because of him. Because of what happened yesterday.

 

~Flashback~

 

*One day ago*

 

I was finishing work with Trine, closing up the shop. I had put up the last chair on a table and I started taking off my apron. Me and Trine turned off the lights and headed out the front doors and locking up. Out of nowhere, Sophie had appeared out of nowhere.

“Hey,” she said.

“Hi,” I replied.

She looked at Trine. “You ready?”

“Yup. Hey, Isla, wanna join us? We’re going to watch a movie.”

“Um, sorry. I’m gonna have to pass. I have to go home.” I felt guilty. I was always telling them that I couldn’t hang out with them.

The truth was, I wanted to. But I wasn’t allowed to…

“You don’t hate us, do you?” Trine joked, chuckling, “you’re always ditching.”

“No,” I laughed, “I just have to go home and…clean.” Another lie I came up with. “Next time, hopefully.”

They looked at me with sympathetic looks. Before I could apologize again, I saw my bus heading towards my stop.

“My bus is here, I have to go.” I saw them giving each other mischievous looks. Before I could figure out what they were thinking, they reached for me and grabbed my arms, pulling me away from the bus.

“Hey! What are you guys doing?” I shouted. They were just laughing.

“We’re taking you so you can have some fun. You never go out,” Sophie said.

I started to panic. I needed to go home. That bus was the last bus that would take me home in time. I looked behind me and saw it waiting at my stop.

“Stop! I have to go home!” I said, panic filling every word.

“No, you don’t! You’re coming with us,” she replied.

I was starting to have a panic attack. I started to hyperventilate.

“No! Let go of me! I have to go!” I started to shriek. I turned around again and saw the bus pulling out and driving away. “No! Wait!” They still had a hold of me. I ripped my arms out of their grasp, seeing a shocked expression on their face before I turned around and started running after the bus. I ran as fast as I could but it was much faster than me. I couldn’t catch up and soon, it disappeared out of view.

My panic attack was continuing to increase. I put my hands on my knees, hunched over, trying to catch my breath. As soon as I did, I started to hyperventilate again. I had to get home.

He was expecting me home in 15 minutes. It was at least a 25-minute walk from here. Even being home 10 minutes late was unacceptable. I had to leave now.

Now!

I heard Trine and Sophie shouting my name from behind me but I ignored them and started running. If I ran all the way home, I might make it in time.

So I ran, like my life depended on it.

Actually, my life did depend on it.

Tears started to spill out of my eyes. Partly from the pain that I was starting to feel in my legs and in my lungs. Partly from what was going to happen if I got home late. I couldn’t stop though. I had to keep going.

I looked at my watch. I had 3 minutes left. I couldn’t figure out how much longer it would be until I got home. All I could think about right now was pushing my legs to keep moving and my lungs to keep working.

I checked my watch again.

2 minutes.

I sprinted around the corner, finally reaching my street. I could see my house down the street. I could make it there in two minutes. I just had to keep running.

I saw my house getting closer and closer.

I could make it!

I finally reached my house, sprinting for my door. I pulled my keys out of my purse, fumbling for the right key. I found it and unlocked my door as fast as I could. I opened my door and ran inside. I was breathing insanely hard, looking around the room for him. I couldn’t find him.

I jumped as I heard the front door slam.

“You’re late.”

I spun around, resting my eyes on James.

“Wh-what are you talking about?” I stuttered, “It’s 9:30. The time you said I had to be home at.” I looked down at my watch, it said 9:30 on the dot.

“That’s not what that clock says,” he said. I looked up and saw him pointing to the clock on the wall beside me. I looked up at it and saw 9:35. Fear struck me. I thought I made it home on time. My watch was wrong.

I looked between the clock and James unable to find words that would help me in this situation.

“I-I’m sorry. My watch was wrong. I-I didn’t…I don’t know how. I’m sorry,” I said, desperation filling every word. I watched him as he walked towards me slowly, a smirk written on his face. He stopped right in front of me, putting his face close to mine. His gaze pierced into mine, his breath blowing onto my face. I started to shake but I tried hiding it from him. I couldn’t show him I was afraid of him.

But I couldn’t hide it well enough because suddenly he swung his arm back and struck me across the face.

I cried out as I fell to the floor. I clutched my face, tears swelling up in my eyes.

I saw him squat down beside me, looking at me with a vicious smile. He reached out and moved my hand away from my face. He enjoyed looking at my injuries after he causes them.

“I told you…to be home at a specific time,” he drawled, “are you incapable of following that one simple rule?”

I didn’t answer him. No answer would have been acceptable to him.

“If it happens again, you’ll really regret it.”

He stood back up and he looked down at me. From down here, he looked a thousand times more menacing. I couldn’t stop shaking.

“Don’t let it happen again.”

I thought he was done with me but I looked at him with wide eyes as he brought his leg back and swung it forward, kicking me in the stomach. I screamed as I felt the pain growing inside of my stomach.

I started to cry. I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I stayed on the ground, closing my eyes and turning my face towards the floor. He was still beside me, as I didn’t hear any footsteps walk away.

Once I was able to calm down a bit, I felt him viciously grab onto my hair, pulling me up into a standing position. I shrieked as I felt some of my hair being pulled out. He turned my head so it was facing him, grabbing onto my arm with his other hand.

I shook like a leaf, a sob about to escape my lips.

“Now make me dinner.”

He pushed me away and he turned around and headed for the couch.

I was frozen but I had to tell myself to move or I’d have to deal with him again.

I quickly turned around and headed for the kitchen.

I started making dinner, my hands shaking the entire time.

The whole time, there was only one thing on my mind.

I need to get out of here.

I need to go home.

My real home. 

 

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This chapter is dedicated to Boo<3 ! Read her fanfic "That Brunette and Me"!

 

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Omg this part was so hard to write. i almost started to tear up :'(

So yeah like some of you guessed, James isn't what you thought he was! bad James!

And if some of you were confused, the girl at the coffee shop was the girl that tweeted about Isla, the one that Harry found. And if you didn't figure out, the night that Isla was abused by James was the same night that Harry had the dream. and the present day is the day that Harry found the tweet. i hope it wasn't that confusing :P

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