Isabella
It's been about ten minutes now since Mr. Lowe has been holding me.
I'm surprised I'm not feeling uncomfortable or nervous I feel safe sitting here.
"Excuse me, Mr. Lowe.."
"Hmm," Is all he says.
"I think I'm okay now to get up.."
"Are you sure? You can sit a little longer if you want .."
"I'm okay. I need to use the restroom."
"Alright, Here I'll let you get up first."
Clara is standing there by the bed.
"Slowly Isabella, Here take my hand,"
She offers me her hand.
I take it she helps me up. I stand there for a minute making sure I don't hit the floor again.
I feel him stand up behind me he puts his arm around my lower back. I tense up when I feel his hand on the side.
"It's ok I just want to help you to the bathroom," he tells me.
"Thank you, I'm okay it's
