Broken (EDITING IN PROGRESS;)

Chapter 15

Isabelle's POV

As I stood there in the campgrounds it was as if everyone froze. The conversation with the adults stopped, the kids began to stop running and cower behind the parents, and the laughter around the campfire stopped.

No one spoke and no one dared moved. I could feel my cheeks burning and averted my eyes.

Oh well this is great. They already hate me. 

I glanced at Josh from the corner of my eyes. He grabbed me hand and gave me a reassuring squeeze. I looked back up and gave the brightest smile I could muster.

No one smiled back and I quickly stopped. I looked up at  the sky trying to blink away the tears that began to form. Great. It just stung that they were not accepting of me.

I felt Josh gently grab my cheek and wipe away the tears which had slipped with his thumb. 

"Don't worry. They are just scared thats all. They can smell and sense that you are from the Silver Aphrodite Pack.. They don't wish to start drama and fights thats all", he said giving me a reassuring smile.

I smiled back at him and turned back around to the people. 

Some of them gave me half-questioning smiles. I took a deep breath and spoke , " Hi guys.. the names Isabelle. I haven't been treated with the best conditions back home and I ...I was saved by Josh. I tried to run away because my ma- ", my voice broke and I swallowed hard.

"She is one of us now. She should be welcomed as family and treated with the same respect", Josh said.

I looked at him and smiled. He truly was my saving grace.

I looked back towards him and all of a sudden saw a blur run up to me ..and hug tightly my leg. I looked down in surprise and saw that is was a little girl with bright blue eyes and a head full of curly, red hair. I smiled at her and she gave me an adorable grin.

"Bonjour, je suis Annette. Savez-vous où ma maman est ? ", she asked with a frown on her face. I had been taking French 4 back home at school so I understood that she had said: Hello, I'm Annette. Do you know where my mama is? 

I saw a man with blue eyes similar to Annette's and brown hair run up to me . 

"I'm sorry if you don't understand. None of us barely do..h-her mother use to teach her and she does understand english but never speaks it.. ", he said with an apologetic smile as he tries to remove her from my leg. 

He tried moving her but she wouldn't move and only tightened her grip. The father looked frustrated and tried again but she wouldn't budge. I could feel everyone's eyes on us and some began to whisper.

"It's ok. I understood what she said. She told me her name his Annette and that she wants to know where her mother is", I said.

The father pinched the bridge of this nose and sighed. After a minute or so he looked up and we made eye contact. Although I couldn't read minds I could tell he was heartbroken and tired. Then I understand the mother was either dead or missing but he didn't have the heart to tell her. I gave him a nod and looked down to Annette who was gripping me so tightly as if her life depended on it.

"Annette mama est occupée. Ne vous inquiétez pas, elle viendra. ", I said. I had told her that her mother was busy and not to worry that she would come. Annette gave me a small nod and looked down releasing her chubby hands from my leg. 

I bent down and saw that her lower lip was quivering. I looked back at the pack and they were all giving her sympathetic looks. I hated pity and I understood Annette was trying to be a big girl and not cry about where her mama was.

I grabbedher chubby hands in mine and she looked up at me her eyes swarming with tears about to be released any second, I miss her, she whispered in frech.

And that's when she began to cry. I pulled her into my chest and hugged her tighlty . She tightened her grip on me as I felt her sobs and her tears soak my shirt. I stood up and padded her back as she cried whispering, " Its ok..everything will be ok", over and over in french. 

I could feel myself begin to tear up to .. I missed my own mother. I knelt back to the floor and sat criscrossed hugging her and holding her in my arms. I began to cry into her.

My sobs were silent and tears flowed down my face. I felt Annette stop crying and slowly pull herself back. She grabbed one chubby hand and put it on my face and asked, " Pourquoi pleurez-vous ?".

She had asked me what was wrong. I looked at her and she cocked her head and gave me a small smile . The tear stains evident on her face.

"I miss mama too", I said in english. She gave me a small nod and then hugged me tightly.

"It's ok..everything will be ok", she said in english. 

My eyes widened and I lightly pulled her back so we could face eachother. I looked at her father and he was just as shocked. I looked at the pack and they had their mouths open also.

Annette never spoke in English. She only spoke in French because thats what her mother had spoken and thats all she had left of her.

She gave me a toothy grin and I smiled back.

This little girl had me all emotional and I had just meet her. We were so alike yet so very different. She reached up on her tippy toes and grabbed my hand. She then began to drag me to two people that I hadn't noticed were standing in the middle of the crowd. 

I don;t know why but I assumed they were in charge. They gave me small smiles as I approached with Annette dragging me along to them as fast as possible.

Deep breaths Isabelle, deep breaths.

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Author's Note:

Sorry for not uploading in so long! Forgive me ! I have had loads of drama going on in my life! Also that's how I imagine Annette to look like. I love Brave btw ;)  -Love BB xoxo