Vol 8.
Izara pov.-
Beep! Beep! Beep!
I sat up on my bed, and for once, I had a smile on my face
I got up from my bed and went downstairs, I put a pot of coffee on, and while that was, I would get ready for today
I was to in my world to hear Grace and Michael come in the front door
"Oh my god! She's wearing my new Vintage dress, " Grace shrieked
I turned quickly, dropping the coffee pot, glass shattered everywhere
"I-I-I thought y-you guys wasn't going t-to home u-until later on tonight," I blurted out
Michael chuckled, "What. So you can go out slutting around, " He said
"W-what n-n-no," I stuttered
"Where were you, Izara?" He asked
I didn't answer him. Instead, I put my head down. I heard fastened footsteps coming up to me. Micheal grabbed onto my hair, making me face towards him
"I asked you a question, Izara." He demanded
"I-I-I went on a date," I winced
"With who?" He asked, pulling my hair again
"H-his name is Damian," I croaked
"Damian who," he asked
"Damian Lennon," I answered
He stared at me for a moment before pulling my head back, making me fall to the ground. He turned around to Grace but hadn't said anything yet. Until he turned back to me staring into my eyes, I was wondering what he was thinking about, but I was too scared to even care
"What should her punishment be?" He blurted out
I knew he was talking to Grace. He once again turned around facing her. I looked at her, waiting for her answer. She looked at him then to me. I gave her my pleading eyes, hoping she would let this past, hoping she would be the kind, caring stepmother just for once
"One week in the basement," She answered
"What! No, please, Grace, I'm sorry, " I cried
Micheal grabs by my arm, dragging me to the basement. I pleaded and cried, hoping he would let me go, but he didn't budge, not one bit
He opened the door and threw me done there. He closed the door hurriedly and locked it up from behind. I ran up to the door banging
"Please let me out," I exclaimed
I banged and banged and banged
"Please," I cried softly
Since banging wasn't getting their attention, I crawled to the corner of the basement. I put my knees to my chest and my head into my lap
I closed my eyes, hoping this would be over soon
Hi loves, I'm sorry for lagging on you guys. I'm trying to update as much as possible, but with my mental health and other problems, all I could do is lag. But here's a short chapter for you. Hope you have a good weekend
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