Joan’s POVI ran into my room, then jammed the door behind me. As mom and Fred chased after me, they banged on the door, but I didn’t respond. Why should I when all they would give was lame advice, and why should I stop dating the one person who treats me right?“Joan? Open this door now!"“Joan!”I ignored them, then walked back to my bed. I had enough scenarios to keep my mind busy while I slowly drifted to sleep, just to be awakened by a call on my phone. It pulled me right out of sleep, just to see Isaac’s name boldly written on the caller ID.He asked why I hadn’t answered his call earlier. My reasons were justified: I fell asleep because I was tired, and I also didn’t want to talk to anyone, so I suggested I call him back later.It was late outside; the skies were dark, and my mind and stomach rumbled. All I had today was so much desert, which didn’t hold anything. I needed to eat, but I could wish for so much more than to walk out of that door. I didn’t want to see their faces,
Joan’s POVIsaac was the only person I could run to; he had money, well, not off his own, but he was the only extra person that somehow entered my life who had no flaws aside from perfection; he had no flaws, and it was the only thing that provoked me.I couldn’t find a fault with him, which should be good, but my fucked-up like couldn’t deal with it somehow. I was a magnet for weirdos like Mom and the rest of this wacky building.But I was going to put it to an end. I was going to leave the house for them; they should eat the building down for all I cared. It was the last time I was going to be threatened and sleep-deprived.Taking my phone I dialed Isaac, and just like his perfect self, he picked after the first ring.“Isaac, I know it’s late... I really wanted to ask for a favor." It was really harder to say than I thought, but he was curious to know why I would call him the dead of the night, as he tends to ask so many questions, like, What’s wrong? Are you home? Did anything happ
Joan’s POVThe night was excruciatingly long. At first, I thought I could sleep through the voices that haunted me, but I couldn't, and it became worse when Isaac slept. The silence was loud, and it bugged my mind so much that I stayed up all night, just thinking of where I might have gone wrong, why I ran away so early, mom would be so worried, what if he hurt her, what if she died, I wouldn’t have anywhere to go.And why am I here? , I became so close to him that it irked my thoughts, but then he was nothing but pure kindness, and I should have liked it, but I didn’t.The morning time came too early, and soon Isaac was up and staring at me while I pretended to sleep. He went out, then came back again. “I know you are not sleeping; you don’t have to pretend,” he said. My eyes shot open as I curiously watched his unfazed expression.“How did you know?” I asked in hopes of his reply being something utterly cliche, but it wasn't; instead, he said. "I was watching the cameras earlier and
Fredericks POV“Where could she be? I don’t know. I am calling everyone; no one knows her whereabouts." Joan’s mother said, panicking as she paced backwards and forward for the past hour. She had cried so much that her eyes were now red, and her nose as well.“She will be fine; you know, kids, they are just paranoid; she will come back,” dad said, trying to coax her, but she rebuffed. "If anything happens to her, I won’t forgive myself; I should have consoled her, but no, you told me not to; you told me you would do so. Now she ran away.” Back and forth, they argued about her reason for running out in the middle of the night.On the other hand, I was not feeling myself anymore; my heart is beating so fast, yet my body felt too weak to move, sweat bead trickling down my body. I could think of a lot of places and scenes that she might be in, but none of them seemed to be coming into play.“Find her; stop telling me that; I need to find a report for a missing person.”“You know you can’t
Joan’s POVAt first, I thought it was a prank when he held my hands and insisted that I don’t tell my family all that was happening here, until he pulled me up the bad stairs with a smiley face, took my phone, and then locked me out.I have been here for a couple of hours without hearing a sound; I didn’t see his mother or any treatment like I was promised; I had banged on the door; then it was soundproof; nothing happened; no one came; I had no means of going out; and it made me think of so many bad things.I had known Isaac to be calm, sweet, and always quick to apologize; he must have a reason to lock me in here. I gave myself reasons to sit and wait till he came, till minutes turned to hours and shouts became like centuries.The sun was up, so was anxiety; it was already afternoon, and he wasn’t back. All through the day, I saw Jones holding Mom by the neck. I couldn’t stay away from the house; he would kill her. What was I thinking when I ran?I needed to leave; I couldn’t be con
Joan’s POV He pulled himself up with my hands then kissed my knuckle, and just being this close to him I could spot the scars that were too fotunate to heal, all around his face it wasn’t the first time he scratched his face this much.It wasn’t the first time he had such break down, it wasn’t the first time for anything, and it petrified me, my legs subconsciously moved backwards and he pulled me back again in a hug, “ I fantasized about this day, I can’t let you go”“Please just stay with me, I will give you whatever you want, just stay with me, we will travel anywhere” with the way he spoke, I could tell his obsessiveness but it was too early to be obsessed, it was too early to be in his house in the first place, too early to yes to a boy who took me out of two dates and I barely knew anything about him aside he was wealthier than I was and good looking.“Promise to stay with me, I promise you won’t regret it, I will tell mom you chose to stay, and you won’t get to stay and tolera
Joan’s POVA wall full of pictures, my pictures plastered in his closet, all of which were unexpected pictures of me in class, with Anna, on my way to the bathroom, being bullied by Fred while I was eating in the cafeteria, and then both of us eating lunch on our first day.Everything was there; my mouth was ajar, and I had no words to say. Some of the events that were plastered on this wall I had long forgotten, and somehow he had all of them.Who is he?.Why does he have my pictures?.Walking closer to it, my heart palpitating like I was in a lion race, there was so much going on here than I could counter for, and Isaac wasn’t just a sweet boy who happened to be afraid that I would leave; he was obsessed with me, and it didn’t start now. Looking further into the closet, I saw a pile of notes and sticky papers on the walls of his closet.‘She smelt nice today'‘I don’t like Fredrick Walter; he touches her too much’‘She wore my favourite colour of underwear'My heart skipped a beat.
Joan’s POVI hated that I felt an ounce of guilt, but I did it for myself.“Can I leave now?” I asked, standing as he wanted to leave the room, but he just nodded and walked out. I had never seen him that shaken in all the time that I knew him, but then I only knew him for a very short time, and maybe it wasn’t a new thing to him.You know, people leave him when he displays psychotic patterns, and I wouldn’t be called bad if I decided to save my life first, and it was exactly what I was going to do. I looked around for anything I could grab and saw the bags and shoes he had. I didn’t want to take anything like that from him.Even though he didn’t say it plainly, I knew our twilight relationship was over and we were back to being strangers, but I didn’t care; I just wanted my life back.But it won’t be like it was before; I had nowhere to go except home, so it’s either I made it comfortable enough or I apply for a foster home, or worse, I go to the police with mom out of the house.I t