Amnesia 2.0

Your whole life changed once you left Sydney, Australia. Leaving your best friend since birth alone, as you hoped he would forget about you and all the years you stood together. When you return years later, you find out he's been touring and living his life, maybe leaving was for the best, maybe not. Will he remember and not be a stuck up "famous" guy, or will he run back to you with arms wide open? Read Amnesia to find out. © Sexting 5sos All rights reserved. (This book follows the same plot as Amnesia, you DO NOT have to read Amnesia before you read this book)

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4. Chapter Three

I slammed the door in my step-sister, Hillary's face. I quickly locked the door before I heard and kicking and hitting against the door.

"You are so dead Isla!" she screams as she continues to hit the door. 

"I didn't even do anything Hillary!" I scream back as I wipe my eyes quickly. 

This is how my days went, Hillary is bi-polar and has anger issues that she developed from her mother, and from the affair her father had with my mother. Hillary tends to lash her anger out on me when no one is home, either by pushing me and mocking me or beating the shit out of me. 

"Your mum is the one who ruined everything!" she screams as she continues to kick the door. I grab the hair cutting scissors as I hide in the closet. I hold my mouth as I try not to let my sobs escape. Hillary keeps kicking the door before she finally kicks it open. 

"You fucking bitch, where the hell are you?" she screams as i screw my eyes shut holding my knees to my chest. I hear her throwing everything onto the floor before I hear the front door. I hear Hillary cleaning up, "you're so damn lucky" she mumbles before closing the door. 

I open the closet door putting the scissors back as I wash my face, trying to get rid of the tears and the red in my cheeks. I wince as I bend over and straighten up. I pull my shirt up a bit as I cringe at the bruises all over my stomach, them being as big as a size 6 shoe. I look at the bruise on my cheek just below my eye, I grab the concealer as I try my best to cover the bruise on my face and the couple on my neck. 

"Isla, what do you want for supper honey?" I hear my mother as she knocks on the door.

"Uh, it doesn't matter" I say back checking my appearance one more time before opening the door. I smile to my mother slightly. 

"Is everything okay Isla?" my mum asks as I turn to her and nod. "Cause it's been three and a half years and I feel you aren't adjusting well here" she says frowning slightly. 

"I just miss home, I don't want to be here any longer." I frown at her as she nods. 

"I know, but you have a year and a half. Please make the most of it" she pleas as I nod.

"I want to but being with you isn't the same as being with dad" I say before turning around and closing my door.

I hear a YouTube notification going off letting me know I got a follower. "What the?" I question before making my way to my laptop. 'Hemmo1996 started following you'. I scrunch my nose up at the username and chuckle scrolling through his account, only two videos. 

I click on the Please Don't Go cover, I smile as he scrunches his face up as he tries to hit the high notes. I click like and decided to comment. 

"You're pretty good Hemmo1996 dude" I hit send and start scrolling through other videos, such as cat videos. I hear a ping meaning I got a private message, I click on it and look at the chat request from him. 

"Thanks stranger...in all honesty I don't know who you are :-)" I cringe at his smiley face but smile at the text. 

"No problem kiddo, I'm Isla" I reply back before he responds minutes later.

"So Isla tell me your birthday, location, where you grew up, family and any friends. I'll start; Luke Hemmings, July 16 1996, Sydney, and grew up in Sydney, two older brothers, two friends and a dog. Your go" he responds quickly as I crinkle my nose in confusion.

"Isla McKyintyre, Nov 18, 1996, London, grew up in Sydney, I have a step-sister, parents divorced, and I had one best friend but I ruined everything." I reply back I think about it for a moment, maybe he knows Calum? I shake the feeling off and feel like I should at least ask him. "Hey quick question" I type.

I hear rustling in the bathroom and roll my eyes knowing that Hillary would be getting ready to go to a party. 

I hear the ping on my laptop and click on it. "Shoot" he replies as I bite my lip.

"Do you know a Calum Hood? I know Sydney is a big place but I was wondering." I type back. I see the bubble as he replies.

"Yeah I do :-) he's actually going to my school" he replies as I half smile. "Why?" he types.

"I grew up next to him" I reply. I shut my laptop down and grab my books, might as well do some studying. I look at the pamphlet on my bedside table and bite my lip. I grab my phone and start looking up flights to Sydney and the price. I look at flights straight to Sydney and see the price for the next couple months, £700, I cringe at the price.

"Seven-hundred pounds? Seriously?" I mumble to myself shaking my head. I throw my phone across the bed and stand up. I can wait a year and a half can I? Not the way Hillary treats me, do I tell my mum and confide in her what is going on? I bite my lip before coming to conclusion, I have to tell her. 

I go to my door and open it, I look around just to make sure Hilary isn`t lurking. I walk downstairs and see my mum and Jack on the couch having a glass of wine, I go and stand in front of them and fiddle with my fingers.

"Supper isn't ready yet Isla" Jack smiles at me as I nod, I bite my lip and wipe my eyes.

"Why are you crying dear?" my mum asks concerned. 

"You know how I can tell you guys anything?" I stammer and they nod. "So uh I've been getting beat up" I get out and look at my mum who holds a hand to her mouth. I sigh deeply and lift my shirt up to show them the foot size bruises all over my body. 

"Oh my god" my mum cries out coming closer and gently touching them as I flinch. "Who the hell did this to you?"she asks looking at my arms and my neck, she goes to my legs and cries even more.

"Hillary"

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