I have never fought with Jonathon like that. The look he gave me as well. It actually scared me.

I sit up in the tower looking over the snowed court yard below me.

The folders on the other side of the small room, just eyeing me. Wanting me to read it. But i'm unsure what to do. I look back at the courtyard and the sun is rising.

Only my dad knows about this tower. And I want to keep it that way for a while.. This is my place, my little hide away from everyone.

I cuddle my legs against my chest and watch the sun rise over the snowy courtyard and garden. I don't want to leave my tower. But my stomach needs food and my veins are craving tea. I watch the last little bit of the sun rise and head down the tower and into my room. Gently closing the secret door behind me.

Henry's still fast asleep on the bed. I wrap my arms around my stomach and quickly get out of my room and down to the kitchen. I grab the spare kettle in the cupboard, a mug, about two dozen tea bags and a jar of honey. I also sort through the pantry for some chocolate and chocolate crosiants. I place into a basket and wonder back to my room quickly.

I walk in and Henry is still sleeping, which I am glad for. I place my basket next to the secret door and quickly retreating up to my tower, with a book and my iPod thrown into the basket.

I just want to spend the day away from everyone.

I need to spend the day away from everyone. I need time and space to read this folder. I'm shit scared of what I might read and the outcomes that might come from it.

I hear the kettle boil and I walk over to my little coffee table in the tower, whilst knocking over something on my way to make my cup of tea.

I turn around and groan to myself. I knocked the folder over. The folder of memories. My first instinct is to pick it up, which I do without hesitation. But the moment I pick it up and look at a lose photograph, I drop the folder again.

This one photograph I had in my hand was just all I needed. It was a just a photograph of myself and Phillip with a necklace around my neck. A necklace that I have never seen, but this photo brought something back. And that's all it took for all my memories to come back. All that pain and heart ache. All the lies from Phillip and Henry and finally Jonathon betrayed me.

Phillip loved me. His always loved me and that necklace was from here declaring his love. And Henry and I were never dating and that the locket was a little inside joke between us. And then that night, Phillip and my grandmother were arguing about something. Something that just broke my heart from thinking about it.

I grabbed the folder and quickly stormed out of the room. I needed answers and I needed them now.

I stormed out of my little hide away. Henry wasn't in my bed anymore. Nor in my room. I marched out of my room and downstairs to find all three of them, Phillip, Henry and Jonathon in the lounge room. I looked at them.

"Would you care to fucking explain why Phillip got Lilly pregnant, then how my grandmother knew about this and how you, Henry, lied to me about us being a relationship, you fucking used me and cheated on me. Oh and apparently I was getting set up by my grandmother to be with you Henry and not Phillip. And finally Jonathon, how you lied to me about getting Phillip to work with us and the relationship behind that with my grandmother?!"

I threw the folder on the coffee table with pieces falling out. I was furious. Beyond mad with all of them. They all looked at me guilty and upset.

"Someone start talking!" I hiss at them.

"Isla... " Jonathon starts. "We didn't mean to lie to you."

"Why did you owe my grandmother something huh? Because I remember her saying that you owed her and someone on the board, whom I am now assuming was Emily."

"Isla," Henry stands up and grabs my hand.

"Fuck off! I'm not happy with you either. You lied to me about us. I told you everything about what happened with me and Edward. I trusted you and then you lie to me about my now so called fake memories. And then you have the fucking nerve to cheat on me, all because I didn't give you sex. Did you know that my grandmother was trying to set us up?!"

"I didn't mean for it to happen,"

"Oh fuck off big brother. Of course you did. You wanted something I had, because Isla made me happy!" Phillip stood up and got between Henry and myself.

"Would you sit down Phil? Like seriously, you fucked her over by getting her cousin pregnant and also fucking Genevieve. You screwed up big time and you can't fix it!"

Phillip threw the first punch.

"WOULD YOU GUYS FUCKING CUT IT OUT NOW!?" I yelled.

Henry fixed himself up.

"If you lying to me wasn't clear enough Henry and then cheating on me, we're over!" I slapped him across the face and Phillip started to laugh. "Oh don't get me started on you. You have it worse! It's because of you I was in that car accident wasn't it?"

Phillip nodded his head.

"You lied to me for like months. Being apart of my business, trying to get me to come home apparently. Well my home is Australia and my grandmother can go fuck herself if she ever thinks I'll be moving here or anywhere near her manipulative ways. And Jonathon, my best friend. You lied to me as well. What was this lie about?"

"Your grandmother saved our asses from becoming broke. She donated money to the company to keep us afloat, which we have paid her back for. But I called her once I found out some of your background."

"So wait. You knew about my family and their fortune and their title before I did?!"

Ok, I was now beyond furious.

"Isla, I'm sorry."

"No. Just... Just... " I couldn't even think what to say. "You know what. Just don't. I don't want to hear anything from anyone right now. I don't want to hear from any of the three of you!"

With that I left the room and the folder behind, marching back to my bedroom. I locked the door behind me and curled into a ball on my bed.

My heart broke into a million pieces that night. I was betrayed and broken and I couldn't trust anyone. Henry broke my heart for lying to me. Phillip broke it for keeping everything from me. And Jonathon broke my trust and my heart.

I honestly have nothing to live for.

~~**~~

I woke up with sleep crust on my eye lids. I blame the amount of tears that came out.

My memories had returned and so did all the pain from Christmas night.

I made my decision right then and there. And with it being the middle of the night, I wanted to make a quick break for it. That and my father is out of the house on family business;

I got out of bed and grab a suitcase. I stuffed it with clothes and toiletries into it. I grabbed my backpack and placed everything that I needed in it. On my desk I left a letter to my dad and I grabbed my trust fund paperwork with the keys to my estate in England.

And now I must do something that hopefully will get me to the airport.

I place my bags at my bedroom door, get out and I wonder down to Dad and Alannah's bedroom. The floor squeaks a little as I walk along it. I gently knock on the door and enter the room.

Alannah rolls over and gets up on her elbows and looks at me.

"Isla, sweetheart, what's wrong?"

"Umm, I need to ask a favour."

"Yes anything." She yawns and then wipes her eyes.

"Are you able to drive me to the airport?"

"Yeah sure sweetie, where are you going?"

I look at the trust fund paperwork and then to her. "Oxfordshire, more Appleton."

Without much hesitation, she gets up and put her dressing gown over her pjs. And we make our way downstairs and out to the car. The car starts and heats up, Alannah drives off into the night.

We sit in silence listening to late night radio. We journey through the country side and make our way to the airport.

About an hour of so driving Alannah finally speaks.

"Is everything ok Isla? Like honestly, what happened with you and the boys?"

I look at her for a brief second and I can see she's worried about me. She truly cares about me and I can remember the night of my birthday. I called her mum for the first time and she cried.

I wipe the tears away that have fallen down onto my cheeks.

"I just need space from everyone. After the photo shoot and the events that happened yesterday, I need space from everyone." I crossed my arms over my body and hugged myself.

"Isla, sweetie, you can trust me."

"I know I can mum... " It slipped out a little.

"You've got your memories back don't you?"

I nodded.

"Isla, it's ok to be scared about them. But running away isn't going to solve anything. You need to face your fears head on."

"I know that mum. I just need to figure out what I want and what my true fears are. Ive just gotten my heart broken by everyone and I need time to repair that. My trust has completely severed from everyone because I honestly don't know who I can trust and can not..."

Alannah looks at me.

"Well, obviously you and dad I can trust. But beside that. Henry only wanted to be with me because Phillip wanted me. Jonathon went behind my back about the whole company. Did you know we were almost bankrupt at one point? Oh and that grandmother saved us from that. I've been lied, manipulated and broken all for these three. I just want time to rebuild everything."

As I finished my little rant, we pulled up into the airport.

"Isla, you have my number, call me anytime. Ok?"

"Ok mum, I promise!" I hugged her tight in the car before hopping out into the freezing cold wind.

I walked around the back and grabbed my bags out of the boot.

"And Isla?!"

"Yes,"

"I love you!"

"I love you too mum!"

And with that, I shut the boot and mum drove off.

~~**~~

A long and over waited chapter has arrived. Please forgive me guys, I've had loads of things happen with school, and becoming a production manager for most student shoots has made my writing days non-extistant. But have no fear, hopefully this chapter helps. 

I'm trying to get Isla away from Ireland and move her down south to England and rebuild herself more. More to come in following chapters.

So enjoy my lovely and fantastic readers,

Your amazingly crap author,

Krystal Waters xoxo