The Unexpected
Vanilla Twilight
Isabel's P.O.V.
I packed up all of our, my daughter and I's, stuff. I loaded into a rental car. I put the girls' into their car seats and drove to the airport. I felt bad for leaving without telling Ana bye but it was for the best. I drove the stuff to the U-Haul place and gave them our stuff to transport it to our new home. I got back into the car and drove to the airport. I got out, grabbed the babies and went inside. I gave the lady at the counter our tickets and boarded the plane with the girls in my arms. I went to our seat and buckled them in. I fastened my seat belt and the plane took off.
-7 and a half hours later-
When the plane landed the girls were asleep. I picked them up and exited the plane. I caught a taxi and gave the driver directions to the new place. When I arrived, I paid the driver, and grabbed the babies. I went to my apartment and went inside. I prepared the girls bottles and fed them, I changed them, gave them their bath, and put them to bed. I woke up to the sound of someone knocking on the door. I opened the door and yawned.
"Are you Isabel Green?" A tall guy with a heavy accent asked.
"Yes..?"
"Sign here.. and here.." he said pointing to two spots on a clip board. Once I signed, four other guys came in with the from my old apartment, my old life that i was so desperately trying to escape.
"Thank you." I smiled as they left. I spent the rest of the morning setting up the apartment and playing with the girls. I finished by five and the girls were taking a nap. I laid down in the center of the living room and my phone began to ring.
"Hello?"
"Where are you?" Ana asked, "I went by your apartment to see if you were home and guess what I found? Nothing! Zero! Gone!" She yelled.
"I'm in England."
Ashley's P.O.V.
When I woke up in the morning, I was in the bathtub. I stood up (after multiple times of falling over) and looked into the mirror. Someone had sharpied a mustache on my face and a penis on my cheek.
"Andrew Dennis Biersack!!!" I yelled angrily barging out of the restroom but tripping over a passed out Andy on the floor, waking him up.
"Shh, I have the worst headache ever!"
"What did you do to my face?!"
"I didn't do that... At least, i don't think i did." He snickered and I went back to the bathroom to wash it off. I walked down the stairs and into the living room. Something must have happened, because when I walked down the stairs everyone was there with a look of shock and mourning, as if someone had just died or something.
"What's going on?" I asked.
"Isabel ran away to England." Andy sighed and my jaw dropped.
-End-
I packed up all of our, my daughter and I's, stuff. I loaded into a rental car. I put the girls' into their car seats and drove to the airport. I felt bad for leaving without telling Ana bye but it was for the best. I drove the stuff to the U-Haul place and gave them our stuff to transport it to our new home. I got back into the car and drove to the airport. I got out, grabbed the babies and went inside. I gave the lady at the counter our tickets and boarded the plane with the girls in my arms. I went to our seat and buckled them in. I fastened my seat belt and the plane took off.
-7 and a half hours later-
When the plane landed the girls were asleep. I picked them up and exited the plane. I caught a taxi and gave the driver directions to the new place. When I arrived, I paid the driver, and grabbed the babies. I went to my apartment and went inside. I prepared the girls bottles and fed them, I changed them, gave them their bath, and put them to bed. I woke up to the sound of someone knocking on the door. I opened the door and yawned.
"Are you Isabel Green?" A tall guy with a heavy accent asked.
"Yes..?"
"Sign here.. and here.." he said pointing to two spots on a clip board. Once I signed, four other guys came in with the from my old apartment, my old life that i was so desperately trying to escape.
"Thank you." I smiled as they left. I spent the rest of the morning setting up the apartment and playing with the girls. I finished by five and the girls were taking a nap. I laid down in the center of the living room and my phone began to ring.
"Hello?"
"Where are you?" Ana asked, "I went by your apartment to see if you were home and guess what I found? Nothing! Zero! Gone!" She yelled.
"I'm in England."
Ashley's P.O.V.
When I woke up in the morning, I was in the bathtub. I stood up (after multiple times of falling over) and looked into the mirror. Someone had sharpied a mustache on my face and a penis on my cheek.
"Andrew Dennis Biersack!!!" I yelled angrily barging out of the restroom but tripping over a passed out Andy on the floor, waking him up.
"Shh, I have the worst headache ever!"
"What did you do to my face?!"
"I didn't do that... At least, i don't think i did." He snickered and I went back to the bathroom to wash it off. I walked down the stairs and into the living room. Something must have happened, because when I walked down the stairs everyone was there with a look of shock and mourning, as if someone had just died or something.
"What's going on?" I asked.
"Isabel ran away to England." Andy sighed and my jaw dropped.
-End-
Notes
And there it is my fellow wildones, the end...Don't forget to subscribe to the sequel of this story, "Dark Blue" which i have already started writing and might even post the first chapter to that tonight.
Thank you all very much!
~WildOnePhoenix
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7/30/13