Isabella Parker was moved away from her six brothers and friends at the age of 8 following her parents divorce, with the hopes of starting a new life with her Dad in New York.
Now, six years later, young Izzy is 14 and forced to move back home as he...
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CHAPTER SEVEN
I wake up with a loud groan, my eyes heavy as the light invades me harshly. It's currently 10:43 am, the wedding starts in precisely six hours.
Sun rays hammer down onto me forcing me to stay awake as a blink tiredly. "Cmon Iz. Up up up! Everyone's already up." My Dad jumps around my room excitedly, throwing off my blanket.
I moan in annoyance before flipping him off and stuffing my face into my fluffy pillow.
I love my pillow.
I want to marry my pillow.
He just chuckles in response before grabbing my ankles and aggressively pulling me away from my beloved bed. "Up you get darlin'."
With a loud thud I'm on the floor, rubbing my back in slight pain. Annoyance surges through me, a cruel expression as I look up at the boy. "What the hell? Are you actually joking?!" I scream in fury, scrambling up and facing my Dad.
I hear a laugh come from behind my door and turn around to see Liam passing by, obviously seeing my lovely fall. Thankfully he keeps waking down the hallway rather than embarrassing me any further.
"I did warn you. Now cmon, start getting ready. Your friends are already downstairs finishing breakfast." My Dad complains, walking over to my window and swiftly opening my curtains.
"What? Why didn't you wake me any earlier?" I huff, pulling my knotted hair into a bun.
"We tried. Caleb came in here and screamed your name, no reaction. Ezra started taking photos, it was quite the laugh." My Dad smiles at the fond memory.
I wince sighing at my idiotic brothers.
Ezra is so fucking dead if he dares post a single picture.
"Make sure you're ready by ten, you're riding to the venue with your friends, Grayson and me. You're brothers will be with your mother they're counting as the brides side." He explains, looking slightly disheartened at the last statement.
I feel no sympathy over his sad expression, knowing it was their decision to divorce in the first place.
"I still don't see the point on another wedding. Its a bit excessive if you ask me." I shrug, pulling Caleb's hoodie over my small frame.
"Good thing I'm not asking you." He playfully jokes, budding my nose softly.
He'd be in a much better place currently if he'd ask me before committing all his stupid little acts.
FOREVER AND ALWAYS
It's currently 12:03 am. The wedding starts in four hours.
I'm not the slightest bit ready and we have to leave before 2, meaning I've got two hours to have breakfast, socialise, get my Dad ready, get dressed, do my makeup, get my friends ready, and leave.
