@amber_is_in_a_loop
(sounds good
I'm pretty good, maths was hell but a friend is staying over tonight so that's fun
Not that long but doesn't really matter how long she's been asleep)
(sounds good
I'm pretty good, maths was hell but a friend is staying over tonight so that's fun
Not that long but doesn't really matter how long she's been asleep)
(Oh have fun, and sorry about math)
(I meant with Isobel and Lorraine, would they still be in the taxi?)
(Oh right no they wouldn't be)
Maybe Lorraine drags Isobel into her hotel room to talk since they’re not sharing one?
(Oke shall I start then?)
Sure!)
As soon as they arrived at the hotel, Lorraine clutched her stepdaughter's arm and mercilessly dragged her upstairs. She slammed the door of their room as they walked in and pushed Isobel towards the bed, pacing the room.
"You have to tell me, Isobel, how do you know Alice?" she questioned agitatedly.
Isobel levelled a glare at her stepmother and made straight for the door without bothering to answer. And why should she?
Lorraine ran to the door, slammed the lock across and pulled Isobel backwards by her collar.
"Isobel." She hissed. "Answer."
Isobel’s lips fell open, letting out a cry of surprise, but she quickly recovered. “She was a barista at the coffee shop near my place. We talked a bit. Now let me go.”
Lorraine drew in an angry breath. "Isobel, I don't think you understand how much danger this woman puts us in. She's…" She couldn't get the word right.
Alice woke in a hospital bed, shackled to the iron frame. Her breath caught in the throat as she peeled her eyes open, head pounding.
She wasn't understanding the situation. How had she gotten here? She closed her eyes, trying to clear the pain and think to before she'd passed out.
)
(frick I'm sorry I forgot)
"I think I can gather based on what I saw," she said hotly, reaching again for the bolted door.
The sound of a lock giving way sounded through the room, and the door swung open to reveal a man with chestnut hair and dark eyes, clearly a doctor judging on his uniform.
"You really are good for nothing, aren't you?" Lorraine spat. "No one likes a headstrong girl, sweetie."
Lorraine turned her back to Isobel and started pacing the room.
“I’ve said it once, I’ll say it a thousand times,” she shot back, unlocking the door. “I don’t give.a shit about what you think of me.”
"Where are you going?" Lorraine demanded. "I need to know," she added coldly, barely containing the rage twisting inside of her.
“Why? Because you care about me?” Isobel didn’t turn around, but her voice practically dripped with sarcasm and mockery. “I’m going to my hotel room. Goodbye.”
"Isobel. Turn around." Lorraine marched up to her stepdaughter. "As much as you hate me, and as much as that is mutual, I loved your father. And my children," she spat. "So if you'd rather walk away from the only person in the world that can, at this moment, understand what you're feeling and the one person in the world who can help you with this woman, then fine." Lorraine pushed past Isobel and pulled the door open.
Hesitation flickered across Isobel’s features. Determination quickly snuffed it out, her face closing, her eyes hardening. “I’m glad you understand,” she said coldly, before leaving the room.
Lorraine watched the girl go, rage ebbing and flowing inside of her. She'd failed. Again.
Head in her hands, she let out a feral scream of untold emotions, trembling on the hard floor as the sat down.
The sound of a lock giving way sounded through the room, and the door swung open to reveal a man with chestnut hair and dark eyes, clearly a doctor judging on his uniform.
Alice sat up so fast her shackles caught on the frame. She fell back against the bed frame with a grunt of pain and stared at the doctor, too numb to react to his entering.
In the hallway, Isobel flinched when a scream shattered against her eardrums—but she kept going, not letting it stop her.
The doctor came forth with a small flashlight and began shining it in her eyes to watch how her pupils reacted.
Alice kept still, defiantly staring down the tiny, helpless flashlight. She was like that flashlight, in a way: used, controlled, constantly condemned and condemning.
"Why am I here?" she asked the flashlight.
The doctor went still, staring at her with an almost owlish expression. “Are you seriously asking me that question?”
Alice's eyes narrowed: she hadn't been talking to him. But she went on anyway.
"There are many reasons I could be here. What's the main one?"
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