Ruined

17 year old Isabelle Rodriguez has home schooled since 6th grade. Now she is at the end of her 11th. Her life is always books and pencils and boring classes with her father. Her mother died whenever Isabelle was 6. She doesn't have any friends. She doesn't have a boyfriend. No phone, no computer. Just herself, her father, and her room. One day she over doses and ends up being "kidnapped" by an unidentified nurse who practically hires her to work for a secret company. There she meets a boy who changes her life.. Forever.

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15. I Found Him

    I was holding her hand as we walked into the facility. I smiled at this person. I smiled at that. Some smiled. Some gave me looks. I just shook them off. I have her and that is all that matters. After five months I have failed to find him. But today is different. I can feel it. I watch who she smiles at. I watch who she waves at. I listen to who she talks to. Then, this one guy stops in front of us. Her eyes widened. She walked one way and he did the same. She tried going the other but he had done it too. She looked down and walked around him. He had a smirk on his face. Wild eyes. Messed up hair. I looked back. He was turned around with his arms crossed. He was waiting for something to happen. 

    "Wait. Don't go into the office yet. Let's get some coffee. They have cream filled doughnuts." I said. She smiled. "I will be right that. I just need to grab a file." I smiled and gave her a small kiss. She turned around and strutted off. I smiled and then turned around myself. I walked back to the man whose hands were in his pockets and he was looking down with a frown on his face. I have seen him a couple of times before. "Hey, you. I need you to find me a file please." I said. He looked up at me and chuckled. He bowed down. 

   "Whatever you say, your highness." He said. I rolled my eyes. 

    "Just follow me." I said. He obeyed and followed me into a janitors closet.

    "What are we doing here?" He asked. I slammed him against the wall. He tried wriggling his way out of my hold but I was way stronger than he was. 

    "How do you know her? Why did you look at her like that? What were you waiting for to happen when she walked into that office?!" I shouted at him. His eyes were wide but went back to normal and then a smirk appeared on his face.  

   "If you didn't know, then you wouldn't have me in here." He said. His voice was squeaky and annoying. I felt the rage rip threw me. I punch him in the face and then in the stomach. He landed on the floor. A pool of blood started to form around him where his face lay. He started to laugh. This is what really pissed me off. 

   "Tell me!!" I shouted louder. Making him flinch. I heard someone knock on the door but I ignored it. "So help me, you either do this the easy way or the hard way." I picked him up by his shirt. He was still smiling but then the smile disappeared. He spit the blood into my face. 

    "Or what?! What will you possibly do?!" He shouted. I smiled. I could feel some of the blood drip down my forehead.

    "I can always make a fake profile, say you are an abusive pedophile, and send you to jail for the rest of your damn life!" I said. The mans smirk was gone. He looked into my eyes. Then, the door open. I didn't bother to turn around until I heard her voice. 

   "Blake. Let go." She said. I felt her ands on my back which sent shivers through my body. My grip on him was harder. "Let go. It's okay. They are here to take him." She said. I turned around, not letting go of him. There were men in uniform that printed, SWAT , on the front of it. I looked back at the man that was in my grip with blood covering him. 

   "You didn't even get close to what you deserve, but now I won't have to worry about that." I said. I let go of him, dropping him onto the ground where he just laid there. Belle's hands wrapped around my arms as she pulled me away. When she saw the blood on my face, she flipped out. 

   "Your hurt." She whispered. I shook my head.

   "He spit on me." I said. She got a wet rag and wiped off all of the spit and blood. She didn't bother to smile. Nor laugh. She just kept calm with a straight face. "Are you mad?" I asked. She looked up at me. 

   "No." She said. She wiped more blood off of my face. "Thank you. By the way." She said. I couldn't smile. I was still pissed. We were right out of the closet. Just standing there with all of the employees watching us or whispering about what I had done. 

    BOOOOMMMMMM!!!!!! 

   I, along with everyone else stabled ourselves from the shake of the explosion. Then most people ran away screaming but I ran towards the explosion. When I made the corner, there were people on the ground and a huge whole in the wall. It had destroyed four offices, including ours which was in the middle. I just stood there. Some people were still moving, others just lie there limp. I saw Isabelle run past me with a  first aid kit. She was so kind. So careful. She didn't care if there would be another explosion or not. She went to the first person she saw lying on the ground. They could barely talk. She looked down and the women's leg was gone. Belle covered her mouth and let out a couple of tears. I walked over to her and sat down. 

    "Hand me that bandage, the scissors and the stitches string." I said. She just looked at me. "And peroxide." She nodded and handed me everything I asked for. I found the arteries and pinched them together and then tied them up with string so that the blood would stop. I then poured water then peroxide on the part that was detached. I cute the string and put them through  needle and sealed up as much as I could. I then put a bandage around the leg. All of the others were already occupying the other wounded and deceased. I just sat there for a minute until the medic took the women I had just worked on. I don't know why this didn't face me. It just made me even more furious that this man tried to kill me and my other employees and most importantly, Belle. 

 

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