Isabella's view:

"Isabella," Mitch greets.

"Mitch," I greet back.

"It was pretty rude of you not to say anything when you leave."

"I never speak when I leave."

"That's very unladylike."

"I've never been one to act like a lady. Just cut to the facts, what do you want from me?"

"I told you, I want you to be mine."

"Something more realistic."

"That is realistic," he says with that sickening smile creeping on his face.

"I'd wipe that smile off my face if I was you."

"Oh? Is that so, sweetheart," he questions as he walks closer to me.

"I wouldn't get close if I was you."

But my words fell on deaf ears, as he is now in front of me.

"You are sick."

"Oh?" he says seductively, an eyebrow raised and a big smile on his face. "You should tell me how sexy I am and how much you want me."

"In your wildest dreams."

"Well, sweetheart, I've had plenty of those and damn you were amazing."

"You are gross, no, make that disgusting!"

Mental note: Mitch is disgusting, slap him into his grave! And bury him alive!

"Well, darling, you will love me someday. I will make sure of it," he whispers and leans forward.

Just as I see his face coming closer, my hand has a mind of its own and strikes his cheek, leaving a crimson handprint on his cheek.

"Ouch, bitch!" he hisses as he backs away.

"The only bitch I see is the one standing in front of me and his mother made a big mistake birthing him. What a waste of nine months and additional hours of pushing and pain. You shouldn't kidnap a girl just because you think you love her!"

"I don't thi-"

"You don't think! See, you just said it."

"Shut up!"

"You are like a spoilt little kid, crying when he doesn't get his way, well sorry buddy. You ain't gonna get this girl, not now, not ever!"

"I said shut up!"

"You want to know why you are single? Because of your attitude! It stinks like a rotten fish that has been left out of the fridge for three damn months."

"Shut up, shut up, shut up!" he roars.

"Well, look who is spitting the dummy. Boo-hoo! Men like you, who think kidnapping women is justifiable and sexy disgust me!"

The look on his face at this point is as if he wants to murder me where I stand. He lets out a roar and leaves the room, slamming the door behind him. As the door closes in force, the room shakes and a framed photo falls off the wall, the glass shattering into a million pieces as it drops onto the floor.

I stand there for a small while, processing what has just happened.

'Ouch, bitch!'

'You should tell me how sexy I am and how much you want me.'

I race over to the bathroom, closing the door behind me. I lean on the basin's edge, my arms shaking as they try to support my body to stand upright.

Something's not right... Why am I feeling like this?

My body trembles, eyes welling up in tears, making my vision blurry. A hot liquid burns my esophagus as it makes its way up as I heave. The sink a mess, my eyes flowing like waterfalls. I drop to my knees, my body shivering as I suddenly feel cold. Frantic knocking suddenly fills the silence.

Who is this?! Why can't they leave me the fuck alone!?

"Isabella? Are you ok?" Mitch's voice rings from the other end of the door.

"Leave me alone," I squeak before I heave again, my inside burning like fire through a forest.

The door breaks open and Mitch is standing in front of me.

"Go... Leave," I mumble as I heave. The bright green bile and chunks make a big mess of the beige tiles and my clothing.

"Not when you are like this, I ain't!" Mitch exclaims as he rushes to my side, his hand on my arm, but I push him away.

I feel his hand suddenly on my back, rubbing up and down as I heave. The lulling "shhh" sounds flushing the world outside away. A while passes before I stop.

"You can leave, I will clean this up," I say, my voice raspy as my body shakes.

"No, you are sick. I won't leave you like this. I'll have Martina clean it up later," he says calmly, pulling me close to him, his body hot against my bare skin.

"No, I'll clean it up. Don't have that poor woman clean up my bile. It is my mess and I will clean it. Do not argue with me," I say, forcing myself up from against his body, trying to stand up but fail each time.

"Sweetheart, let me-"

"No! I will be ok, I do not need help."

"You sure look like you do."

"I said, I will be fine!" I yell, forcing myself up only to come crashing back down right on my legs. "Ouch! Motherfucker!"

"Still don't need my help?" he asks amused. A chuckle coming from his lips.

"I need to clean myself up first then I will go have my well-deserved nap, thank you very much."

He just sat there next to me, not moving, frozen like a statue.

"Are you gonna sit there and watch me? Or are you gonna leave me in peace?" I question, staring at him.

"I can not leave when you are like this!"

"Well mate, you better make yourself useful and get me some clothes, preferably some trousers and a shirt, also some clean underwear and a new bra."

"Anything else, your highness?" he mocks.

"Oh, shut up and do it!"

"Ok, ok. What is my reward if I get you your clothing?"

"You'll see later."

"Can't tell me now?"

"No."

Of course, there is no fucking reward! Just get my clothing!

He nods and gets up. I watch him and the way he struts, his ass and hips swaying left and right in unison with his walking pattern. He leaves and returns after a small while, a black bra and shirt with navy blue undies and sweatpants draped over his arm as he returns.

He drops the clothing over a laundry basket and makes his way over to me as he places his hands on my waist as he helps me up. My legs wobble, but I quickly grab onto the basin again.

"You can barely stand, let me help you shower," he says, concerned for the first time since I arrived.

"Nah, you're a male. I prefer a female to help me. No offence," I reply.

He nods and says, "Wait here," before leaving and coming back with a woman beside him.

This woman was not Martina, it was another lady. She had red hair, brown eyes with tan skin. She smiles at me and then makes her way over to me.

"This is Linda, she will help you shower," Mitch says. "I will wait in the bedroom to see if you are ok."

What the actual fuck? Can I not be left alone for one second? I am not a child. What the hell is he hiding? What is this shit?!

I curse to myself before forcing a smile and a nod. He leaves, closing the door behind him as I am left with this Linda woman. I do not trust her one bit.

I undress as she turns the water on. Once she is done, she helps me into the shower, helping me to stand up straight.

"How long have you been working here?" I ask while rubbing the shampoo into my hair.

"Ten years," she says briefly.

I nod slightly.

Man, talking to this woman is so awkward. Martina was easier to speak to.

As I finish my shower, Linda helps me dress and walks me over to the bedroom where Mitch is seated.

"Done already?" Mitch says, a smirk on his face.

I nod as I sit on the bed, rubbing my forehead.

"I can call a doc-"

"No!"

"I have a doctor on sight."

"I said no!"

"Fine," he sighs. "Want me to stay?"

"No."

"Too bad."

I sit there, swaying back and forth, trying to ignore the fact that Mitch sits only inches away from me. I feel Mitch's hot breath against my neck then his lips and I do the only thing I know - Push him away and when I do he lands off the bed.

He lands with a loud thud onto the ground, the word "bitch" slipping past his lips as he stands back up, his eyebrows slanted with little creases forming in between them, lips forming a thin line, his jaw tightening.

I'm in trouble... huge trouble.

"I'm sorry," I say, moving back towards the other side of the bed.

"What the fuck was that for?" he growls, clenching his fists as he walks over to me, crawling over the bed. His body now only inches away from me as I reach the end of the bed with nowhere to go.

"You scared me!"

"Say it again, I dare you!" 

"You should get your motherfucken hearing checked!"

He growls, staring at me directly in the eyes. "Oh, I have perfect hearing, it's just you can not control that pretty mouth of yours!"

"Ok, that's it. You are starting to bore me now," I mumble, my eyes fixed on his burning gaze as I find strength in my legs. I kick him right in the crotch, making him jump back in pain and then deliver another fatal blow when my fist kisses his head with force.

I look down at him as he lays there motionless. "Whoops," I whisper as I crouch down beside him, checking his pulse. "Poor baby needs a nap."

I slowly snake my arms around his waist and drag him onto the bed, covering him up with the quilt. I lay there next to him, watching him. Anytime he'd seem to wake up, I'd throw a punch and knock him out again.

Jason walks into the room, glancing our way, and smiles.