Isabella Froze. How was she supposed to know? It happened so fast. She has ran away from one terror only to be met with another. It was one of the reasons she wasn't a fan of dark alleys.
She had ran away after seeing so much blood everywhere, and ended up running around many, many streets. It had been a little cold, and she felt lonely. She had found somewhere so wash off the blood from her hands and clothes, and was too afraid to go back to that house.
She just hoped the man wasn't dead with all that bleeding. She prayed hard that Mrs Vaughn would at least have heard her scream and would run to check up on him. Isabella had never felt more scared or lost after what happened that night.
The torture and abuse and fears and threats had gone on for so long she was given no other choice
