The Prince and The Charming

2. Isabella's heart break

            “He’s just going to go away, what are you going to do?” Emily asked Isabella, as she put on the highlighter, shimmering her cheekbones.

Isabella shrugged with her eyes closed, having no idea what and how her sister was preparing her for Harry’s graduation party. It was only one week left to his departure for college, as he was attending Harvard.

“I have you, and Poppy (Their family dog).” Isabella stated with a smile,

Emily tapped her head harshly with the makeup brush in her hand, “Thanks for comparing me to that dog.”

Isabella opened her eyes and smiled at Emily, “You know who is more important.”

Emily rolled her eyes with a sly smirk.

“It’s always Poppy.” Isabella snickered making Emily hit her head with a pillow.

“I am sorry I love you.” She pulled Emily in for a hug, engulfing her completely in her arms.

Emily wrapped her arms around Isabella’s broad frame, “You need to see yourself in the mirror though.”

Isabella sighed deeply, “I don’t want to…”

Emily pulled away looking at her with knitted brows, “Why?”

She shyly bit her bottom lip, “I don’t think I can ever look as pretty as you.”

Emily smiled warmly at her, “You are pretty in your own way.” She turned her towards the mirror and Isabella saw for the first time glittered up with a much toned skin, contoured cheek bones hiding her round face and her plum lips glossed with pink.

“You are pretty and anyone who can’t see that is just plain stupid.” Emily hugged her from behind.

Isabella turned towards her with a smile, “You know, you’re not just beautiful on the outside but even more prettier on the inside.”

The two sister hugged tightly, despite of their age differences they were extremely close and Isabella always saw within her sister a role model. Not in terms of career, which was extremely judgmental of Isabella but she looked up at her sister as a great human being.

Isabella smiled waving at Emily who dropped her off at the music blaring castle at the top of the hill where the graduation party for Prince Harold was taking place. She turned around and walked right into the party, holding her small clutch close to the blue floral cotton dress that Emily bought for her.

She was excited for Harry’s graduation while nervous for her confession. Inside her clutch she held the letter in which she wrote up her entire set of feelings for harry. She felt overwhelmed with her love for Harry so she decided to pen it down and leave it on his bedside table.

The entire party was nothing but graduating seniors, giving drunk speeches, teenagers getting wasted, making out while puking their guts at each other and getting laid. For three hours Isabella roamed aimlessly trying to find Harry or get to talk to him. he would appear, high five her, yell with his friends, have some shots and disappear again. it was almost about time for Isabella to leave as she had promised her gardener’s son to tutor him for school.

Disappointed she made her way towards Harry’s room, deciding on keeping the letter on his bed side table. The huge room echoed with fading busting music as the mahogany furniture shined with fresh buffs and polish. Isabella smiled leaving the letter over the table until she heard ruffling sounds coming out from the balcony attached to the room. She slightly peaked her neck out trying to see what was going on.

Her blood stopped pumping through her body when she saw a naked Hannah pushed up against the balcony railing while a naked Harry rode her in and out. As the balcony faced down the backside of the castle no one on the outside was peculiar to the view but what Isabella had seen was enough to shatter her heart into millions of pieces.

Quietly she walked out of the room, sensing that the girl Hannah wasn’t talking uselessly after all, she was right. Isabella was never the kind of girl that Harry would ever choose. She had already taken her letter back and carried it inside her small hang bag.

She had decided to walk back to her place, where the small quarters for her housekeepers were established. She felt hysteric but controlled her cries. She couldn’t let herself cry over something that felt small and stupid. Of course Harry was at no fault, he was naïve of her feelings and he enjoyed Isabella’s company as a friend.

The walk down the hill was steep and it was getting darker by every passing second. Isabella felt a high speed car rolling past her, almost brushing against her skin, which made her jerk even more onto the sideways, making her stumble as she fell down on the ground, bruising her arms and legs on the broken branches and bushes, even her knee got messed up as it hit harshly on the ground.

Isabella hissed at the pain stinging through her body as she tried getting up. She heard a roar of laughter as she looked up and saw Charlie standing against his car parked up in the middle of the road, with his two other friends hanging out of the car.

He walked up to Isabella who stood with strength and pride in her face but deep inside she felt scared for what he might do.

Charlie always had a problem with Isabella which she never understood. He always found ways to hurt her emotionally or physically, ever since they were little and because of his bullying behavior she never had a liking towards the guy.

“Hit her up!” Charlie’s friend shouted at him as he threw a beer bottle his way and he grabbed it with a devilish smirk that was able to get any girl off without much effort but Isabella knew exactly what was the reason behind his smile.

Charlie shook the bottle up vigorously and walked up to Isabella who began walking a directly opposite to him, turning her back at him, even though that wasn’t her way to go.

Charlie opened up the beer, spilling all the contents down even reaching Isabella’s back as he rushed towards her and reached right in front of her. she stopped, gasped as she realized she now had nowhere to go.

“Look at you in that pretty dress of yours.” He smirked, making a small splash over her dress which made her step backwards.

“Who did you stole it off from? The Gorilla?” he smirked throwing another big splash at her that reached her eyes stinging her as she stumbled and fell over her butt on the hard pavement.

She heard him and his friend laugh out loud and this wasn’t the first time he had done such a thing. Partially she was scared to ever dress up good because she knew the snarky comments he would throw her way.

She never told Harry anything because she didn’t want him to fight with his brother over her.

“Oh you’re pathetic.” He kicked her bag off the ground towards the road and threw the last contents of the beer over her head, walking straight pass her.

She sat crying helpless and broken, in the middle of the night on a dark alleyway, her pretty dressed drenched in in a rotten smellish beverage. 

If that day taught Isabella anything it was not to fall in love ever again.