A long walk

Isabella's POV

"Please don't hit me!" I begged him, my foster father and abuser who held tight to a leather belt while my seven year old self, was knelt down before him. Mischa Simmons was the bastard's name, he was a lazy no good drunk that beat me all the time.

"Shut up you cursed witch!" He slurred on his words. "How many times have I told you, never to talk back, huh!" He scolded, delivering another hit with his belt. I cried out but there was no one to help me. I was forced to relieve the worst moments of my life where he tried to force himself on me. Then to the point when I came home to find him dead, laying in a pool of his own blood. She had found me again.

I could see her crimson red lips form into a smile, "Hello my little niece." My aunt Delilah grinned widely as she inched closer towards me.

"You thought you could run away from me forever. But you can't outrun me. Your daddy couldn't, your mommy couldn't and you also failed!" She erupted into a fearful laughter. It felt l