I have moved out into the guest room permanently.
Things in the Jackson household have gone from tense to nothing at all. Isabella and I barely talk to each other, and when we do, we find ourselves in an argument. I have stopped counting the number of stupid things that we fight over.
Isabella has gone completely insane, and I mean that in the nicest of ways.
She is working herself up to a frenzy every day. She is going on like a complete lunatic.
I have found any and every reason to be at Harrison these days, and of course, I am having an affair with Galland's ex-girlfriend. Well, if I wanted to have an affair, I would have had it with Harrison's wife long ago. What is going through Isabella's head that I do not know? At this stage, I do not want to be around her anymore. If it were not for Braydon, I would…ya, let us not go there yet.
So this morning, as I am trying to sneak in a quick coffee before I leave, I hear her coming from Braydon'
Driving home in dead silence with the rain pounding down on the car, my thoughts are taken back to what happened earlier tonight. She can make up any excuse no matter how goddamn lame; it will still not make up for the way I broke her heart.I can honestly say that at this very present moment, I feel what is probably my heart being sliced open and ripped to shreds. The pain is suffocating; it squeezes every breath of air from my lungs. There is nothing else I want to do now but cry.Isabella has brought me down.But in all of my time as a Marine, I have never seen anyone crash and burn the way she did. It is not Isabella; it is not who she is. Let alone lose her temper the way that she has been doing.Is this what I have done to her?Did I completely break her?What have I done?What the fuck have I done to her?But in the same breath.What the fuck has she done to me!Maybe I am not the man that she n
…Isabella POV…By now, the hurt in his heart must be raging.As for the hurt in my heart, it is still burning out of control. I have not for one second let go of how angry I am at him. It has consumed every single fiber in me, and it still has not let go. I am growing closer and closer to the edge, and god, when I get there, I am going to crash and burn.My emotions are out of sync, and my mind is playing tricks on me. I have surrendered control over my demons the moment he had dropped that call on me, and it still has a firm grip on me. If I don't find myself between all the darkness soon, then I fear that I am going to be lost.And lost is what I feel. I will be very honest with myself; I am not as happy as I thought I would be. My emotions are mixed. There are moments when I feel guilt and then get those moments where the hints of joy are far greater than regret.Yes, I feel regret.What else do I feel…I feel
Well…Who would have ever thought I would pick up the phone to the voice that is coming from the other side. For a second, I was not going to as I did not recognize the number coming through. But yet I am, which is debatable if I am strangely happy or extremely annoyed.So without torturing myself any further, I decide to speak and just remain in silence, "To what do I owe this displeasure?"There is only but a stuttering that is coming through; then, after what seems like a good long minute, there is an answer, "Clayton, can we talk?""What makes you think that I want to talk to you? You have taken my son and fucked off; now I am warning you, Isabella, you better have him back within the next hour.""Clayton, I did not phone you to argue; there is something that we need to talk about.""Cut the shit, Isabella. I want my son back home. I told you not to fuck with me. Now I am giving you an hour, do you understand me? I am fucking tire
So I am finding myself standing on the doorstep of a fucking hotel room. Now there are big parts of me that want to kick himself for doing this, yet those parts that are not hating her want to make sure that my son is safe. Yet, I don't know if I can truly trust her; now there is a fucked up thing, you cannot trust my wife.But pushing aside our differences, she soon, and god, did I wish I did not, but as she opens that door, that hints of honey attack my senses and renders me completely weak in every crack of bone of my knees. When she swings that door open, then I know that I have made a big mistake.There are only but inches, and when I say inches, I mean there is a strip of red fabric covering her breasts, and then there is an even more of an inch of white covering that tight ass. She has this two-piece thing going, which covers the only thing I now desire to see. Yet, I shake my head in clear frustration.Isabella Jackson, yet as of hours ago, it is now ver
I need to make a decision before I leave this room today. I can let Isabella play me for a fool.Well, ya…let her try…But the fact is…I am not a man that easily backs down.She has hurt me for far too many times, and for far too many times, I have given her the control and looked the other way. That control ends here today. I know deep in my heart that the final hurt is not over.So, after taking several moments to clear my head and convince myself that this is indeed for the best, I get out of bed and glance over my shoulder at Isabella...This was a mistake.I have let my guard down for a second; for a second, I let my pain get the better of me. One moment of weakness will be my downfall. I knew that I should not have come here. There is a war raging in here, but there is an even bigger war raging in my heart.So as I hear her voice come from behind me, I have only one thing to do, and that is turn around and f
The drive in the early morning sun that is lying hot and comfortable on my skin does nothing for the anger that I feel within. The anger that will now, once and for all, boil out of control and hopefully set the reality in that no matter how well you play the game with Isabell, she is always going to win.Ya, the little ice princess has gotten her way. After trying to make my intention very clear that I would have her arrested for taking my child away from me, I backed off gracefully and left the hotel without Braydon.The question is…will I truly have her arrested?That is a question that I cannot answer with a definite yes or no, for the anger is consuming me.How the fuck did I let Isabella Jones play me again?So miss little ice princess never had the intention of coming home. And seeing that I had failed to get her to return now. Well, that only means that I will be coming back for her again…I am not hiding like fucking c
…Isabella POV…To say that I have not hit a new depth of stupidity in these past few days would be a total understatement. From bursting into Harrison's home and attacking Galland's girlfriend to taking Clayton's child away from him and sacking up in some small hotel room. That can easily be described as the most insane thing that any woman can set her mind to, regardless of which world it is that she finds herself in.Now, should I want to try and find the most logical answer for doing any of them, I cannot come to one single one.Why do I hate Clayton so much?Even more important…why is my Bipolar back with such a great force?Why do I want to hurt Clayton so bad?Well, I guess there is only the truth that needs to be told.And as I try to bear the pain that is consuming my body, try to make sense of this fucking crazy that is brewing inside of me.I've run out of reasons to run away from Clayton. I've tr
If my mind thought it was deceiving it, my eyes are telling me that I surely am not.Isabella has just arrived on our doorstep again. Why she has not entered the room, that I do not know. There is a slight hesitation about her which I am sure anyone would feel after what we have been through these past few days. I will not question her, for right now, I do not know what her intention is, and I damn well do not want another argument either.So it is with a tiny jolt of energy back into my bones that I can barely stop myself from smiling. As my eyes leave hers, I find the only thing that really matters in this world. Yes, I know that I need to say that Isabella is along there somewhere. But right now, I am reluctant to open myself to that possibility again.Yet, I do have to admit, "You have no idea I am happy to see you and Braydon." I pause for a brief moment as I rush over and place a tiny peck on the little man's forehead, then I continue again, "Isabella&hell