CHAPTER 23- World of Chances

Izzy's POV  

          I woke up to shouting, a reoccurring event my entire life. 

"DAMMIT DEMI WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO GOD DAMNED DIFFICULT?!" My dad yelled. 

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?! YOU'RE THE ONE WHO CAN'T OWN UP TO YOUR OWN FUCKING MISTAKES. I'M TIRED OF THE ARTICLES WILMER! THIS IS THE THIRD ONE THIS MONTH!" My mom screamed back. 

With a sigh, I got out of bed and walked downstairs just in time to see my mom slam the bathroom door and my dad walk out of the house. Typical. 

I sat on a stool at the counter and put my head in my hands. I'm so fucking done with all of this fighting and the bullshit that they repeatedly go through. I heard the door open behind me but didn't move. 

"Hey baby." My mom murmured, rubbing my back as she come into the room. 

"Hi." My voice was small and emotionless, causing her to turn around with a worried expression. 

"You heard us." I nodded, but stayed silent as she ran a hand through her long hair. "Baby it was nothing just a misunderstanding." 

At that moment, my dad walked in, obviously distraught but when he saw me he forced a smile. 

"Hey Iz, you doin' okay?" I shrugged, and he kissed my forehead, not even looking at my mom. "Alright well I'm gonna go upstairs to get ready. We've got a long day today with the police." 

I froze, fuck. I'd totally forgotten that we were going to the station today to file the report. I'd have to see Sean no doubt, and he already haunted my dreams. I felt my mom pull me into her arms, her vanilla scent washing over me. 

"Shhh baby. Breathe, it's okay." I hadn't even realized I was crying, but let out a strangled sob as I gasped for air and clutched her t-shirt tighter. 

"It's okay Izzy, your dad and I are gonna protect you. It's gonna be fine." 

I slowly calmed myself down to the sound of her voice and heartbeat.

"That's it baby, easy." I pulled away and wiped at my eyes. 

"Sorry." My mom smiled sadly. 

"Would you stop saying that? None of this is your fault."

I nodded again, "Sorry." 

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            I could feel myself physically shaking as my mom held my hand in the police station. The doors opened, and I glanced up, immediately regretting it. 

Sean Mendez. In handcuffs, being led by a bunch of cops. 

I let out a squeak, and my dad looked up, following me gaze. He put the pieces together and got up, knocking back his chair and grabbing Sean by the collar. 

"You fucking piece of shit! How dare you put your hands on my daughter!" My mom grabbed his arms as more cops came to break them up. 

"She loved every second of it, she just didn't know it" Sean sneered, infuriating my dad even more. 

"I'm gonna fucking kill yo-" My dad was cut off as a Police officer dragged him away and the others took Sean away. 

"Sir you need to calm down. He will be behind bars soon enough, and justice will be served." My dad shoved the cop away roughly, but sat down again. 

"Justice will be served when he's in the ground six feet under." 

We sat for a couple of minutes, until a cop walked up to us. 

"Isabella Lovato-Valderamma?" I looked up and nodded. He smiled at me, but it didn't make me feel any better. "We need to get a written report of exactly what happened. I know it's going to be tough, so take as long as you need." 

My mom stood up with me, but he smiled apologetically. 

"She needs to be alone for this, with no influences, but you can see her if she needs a break." She was about to argue, but I squeezed her hand. 

"It's okay. I'll be fine." She smiled at me and I was led into a room with a chair and a table with a water bottle. 

"Okay so basically just give an account of what happened. It's going to be tough, we we'll be right outside." The cop said, handing me a pad of paper and a pen. 

"Thanks." I murmured in a small voice. He nodded and left, leaving me alone with nothing but my memories. 

I dropped my keys as I was walking back to my car. When I bent down to pick them up a car came up behind me and someone pulled me into it. They held me down and Sean whispered in my ear that he was going to make me scream. I tried fighting them while another drove, but they were too strong. After about ten minutes, we stopped and they took me out of the car. At first they laughed when I tried to fight them, but quickly got mad when I managed to hit one of them in the crotch. They began to undress me...

 Tears we falling down from my eyes quickly onto the sheet of paper as I wrote out the crime in detail until my hand was shaking so bad that the words were becoming illegible. 

~*Demi's POV*~ 

        I heard the screaming, and instinctively ran towards the room they brought Izzy into. My heart broke at the sight, she had her head on the table, hands over her ears, and loud wails coming from her mouth. 

"Izzy!" She jerked away from me as I touched her shoulder and fell onto the floor, curling into a ball. 

"Baby listen to me!" I grabbed her shoulder and pulled her into my chest, taking her face into my hands. 

"You need to calm down baby! It's okay!" I pleaded, but she kept her eyes clamped shut. 

Frantically, I began to sing. 

You've got a face for a smile you know

A shame I waste it when I'm breaking you slowly

But You had a world of chances for me. 

You had a world of for me. 

Chances that I'm burning through. 

Ohhh You're going your own way. 

You faith has lost it's edge again. 

Ohhh It's to hard to say, we've fallen off the edge again. 

You've got a face for a smile you know. 

          Slowly, Izzy began to calm down and she stared up at me with tears in her eyes. 

"It's okay baby. I've got you." She nodded, then pulled away from me, standing up. 

"I'm okay. Just lost it for a second. I'm almost done." I nodded, still worried but walked out of the room, grabbing Wilmer's hand and pulling him away from where he stood at the doorway. 

Once we were out of sight, I turned abruptly and pressed my face into his chest. Wilmer sighed and wrapped his arms around me. I could feel the tears that I'd been holding back for so long come rushing to the surface. Wilmer sat in a chair and pulled me onto my his lap, softly rubbing my back as I sobbed into his shirt. He didn't say anything, I don't think he even knew what was exactly going to happen. 

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