Isabelle's point of view
(Unedited, sorry guys, it's 2am.)

"So," I said as all the boys sat on the couch. I was standing up and looking at each boy. Calum and Luke were tired, both on the verge of falling asleep while Ashton and Michael seemed uninterested about what I was about to say.

"I'm sorry for yesterday," I said, and Ashton rolled his eyes at me. I mentally scoffed as his hazel eyes made a circle and his mouth went from a frown to a tight straight line. "I should have been watching you, not trying to investigate something. I should have known it was stupid to leave you with the guards while I was assigned to protect you at all times."

"Whatever, just be quiet and move." Ashton said. Luke and Calum were now wide awake and Michael was scooting away from the boy knowing a fight was about to break out. A verbal one because I can't punch the people I'm meant to protect. Obviously.

"Ashton, don't be rude." Luke mumbled, his voice quiet. I wasn't sure if it was because he was scared what the other boy would say or if he was still a bit tired.

"Rude? I'm not being rude. I'm simply saying, I don't care." he said and looked at the blonde boy.

"She's apologizing for something that is not her fault." Calum argued, talking about me as if I wasn't in the same room as them. "She saved us from being kidnapped, or worse, death. Least you can do is respect the fact she's apologizing."

"It was her fault Calum." Ashton snapped at the dark haired boy. "If she didn't leave, we wouldn't have been tied up. A-"

"Hey!" I yelled but they kept arguing. "Hello!" I yelled, and still, nothing. "Shut the fuck up!" I screamed, and they quieted down. I was irritated,angry, and tired, not a good combination.

"Listen, to me, and listen closely." I said, making sure they were paying attention. The tone in my voice held authority and was completely serious."It is my fault, I know it is. And I know you probably hate me but I'm apologizing. The least you can do is be a little less rude. I'm trying to save your lives here."

"By leaving us with psychotic bodyguards and letting the man who's trying to kill us get away, without even trying to stop him?!" Ashton yelled and I bit the inside of my lip. Nothing harsh, Isabelle. Nothing ha-aw fuck it.

"Listen here Irwin," I said and walked up to him, lifting him up by his shirt. My eyes staring into his hazel ones intently. "I'm sick of your shit okay. I'm trying to save your lives while helping your bandmates with their sleeping problems. I'm risking my health to keep your's fine. I'm up all night to make sure none of you are kidnapped in your sleep. Now, the least you can do is be the tiniest bit polite or respectful to me. Okay?"

He stood there wide eyed as if he didn't expect me to say all of that. "Now I'm sorry I let him get away, I was busy thinking. I'm sorry I left you with your bodyguards, who I didn't know were trying to kill you. I'm sorry I screw up. I may be one of the best agents but I'm still human. I make mistakes."

I let him go and he fell back on the couch. I was angry, I needed to take it out on something, anything. I didn't want to hurt any of them or their house so I asked the first thing that came to my head. "Do you have a punching bag? Or a gym near by?"

"There is a punching bag in the basement, it's a bit old, but still works. You can hang it up on a tree because it's really dark in there and dusty. I'm airw you wouldn't want to be in there. It's the black one in a corner, not sure where exactly though." Calum said and I nodded.

"Thank you," I said and he nodded. I walked down to the basement, making sure I don't trip on the steps. I turned on the light and opened the door. I walked in and looked around for a big black bag. I walked over, scrunching my nose as the dusty smell filled it. I put it over my shoulder, the large heavy bag made my knees bend as I walked back up the stairs.

"Find i-holy shit how?" I heard Calum ask as I looked at him. His eyes were wide open as he saw the very heavy bag on my shoulders. "That's like a million pounds."

"Not even," I said and walked outside. They followed me like lost puppies as Ashton and Michael spoke in hushed whispers. They were harsh, seeing as Michael's expression was upset and so was Ashton's. I ignored the two, not wanting to fight with Ashton anymore. I'm tired of that boy.

"Why are you following me?" I asked. I wanted to be alone, but I guess I can't be. I sighed and dropped the bag on the floor next to a huge tree. A branch, a thick heavy one, hung down in front of me. I grabbed the rope attached to the bag and hung it up as Calum answered.

"I've never seen you fight." he said and before I could correct him, he did it himself. "I mean like, punching and kicking things, or people." He said, mumbling the last part.

"And I really don't want you to because I can get really agressive. Not to mention heartless. So, as long as I can help it, you will not see me kill or fight anybody." I said and he sighed but nodded.

"That sucks." He said and I chuckled. I hung the bag up, hoping the branch doesn't break. "It would be really cool to see."

"Scarring and dangerous actually." I said as I took a step back and pushed the bag, making it move back and forth. The branch was sturdy and strong enough to hold the heavy bag up.

"How so?" Luke asked me this time and I chuckled. I motioned them to back away and as soon as they did, I swung at the bag. My bare hand  making the bag swing and an ache in my fist. It didn't bother me.

"Don't you need gloves?" Michael asked and I shook my head unfisting my hands. It felt good, the stinging feeling in my hand, I liked it. It got my mind off of everything that's happened ever since I've gotten here.

"I could use them but I'd rather not right now." I said and swung again. The bag moved heavily, back and forth, left and right. I heard a gasp as it moved fast and far away, almost as if a football player rammed into it. I hit it again, my teeth gritted as I tried releasing all my lent up anger and frustrations.

"You never answered my question, how is watching you fight scarring and dangerous?" Luke asked me. I sighed, and answered, trying not to snap.

"It isn't like the action movies boys. Where the characters fight and never go down until the end. There is no walking out of an exploding building perfectly okay. There is blood, knives, guns, and pain. One wrong move and you're dead. There is no one coming to save you. Or bad guys willing to tell you their whole plan to buy time. Once they get the chance, your neck is already sliced open or a bullet is in your head." I said and continued before any of them could interrupt. I kicked the bag, sending it swinging left.

"If there is an explosion, you get burned, possibly cut. And if you didn't realize, seeing someone die is scarring. Watching as someone shot them or put a knife into them. Watching as they fall to the floor, motionless, with a thick red blood puddling around them. Their eyes flickering shut as the life is drained out if them." I said, remembering unwanted memories. I shook my head and got back to reality. I kicked the bag hard once again and cleared my throat. "It isn't something you can forget easily."

After I spoke, it was silent. The only thing you could hear was the rustling of the leaves on the tree. The boys were thinking about it, their silence gave it away. I probably shouldn't have told them that, and maybe it will be something I'll regret later on, but I did anyways. It didn't matter, they wanted to know, so I told them.

"Oh," was the responce I got back after a few minutes. It was an awkward silence, something that made me uncomfortable. All of a sudden a throat cleared and I turned sround to see it was Ashton. I raised an eyebrow and nodded, so he continued.

"How is it dangerous? You answered one part but not the whole thing." he said and I chuckled. I was about to snap a sarcastic remark bit I decided against it, not wanting to start anything again.

"You paid attenton," I said and he shrugged. "But it's dangerous because you're not trained. You don't know how to fight with guns, knives, daggers, bow and arrows, etc. You can easily be put in a situation where I'm busy fighting and you have to protect yourself, which will be hard. I'll teach you as time goes by, but for right now, it's very risky to have you with me during fights."

"And also because you don't know how to keep calm. Panicking is the worst thing to do if a knife is held to your neck or a gun is pointed to you head. You have to be confident, but not cocky. You have to play your cards as if you're betting every penny you have. You don't know how to stay calm in times of danger and how to speak clearly." I said. "Besides Ashton, you got it under control. Just be a bit less cocky and outspoken. That's all."

He scoffed and before he could say anything Michael cut him off. "You're gonna show us how to stay calm like that, right?" he asked. His tone made me melt, how scared and upset he sounded. It was as if he could turn what I said into a movie in his head, starring me, him, and the other boys. Like he could picture everything happening right in front of his eyes.

"Of course, it's still early. I usually start that training after a week or two has passed, but it mostly depends on how many attacks have happened. But I will teach you guys, don't worry." I said, shaking my hand. My knuckles were red and I had a red spot on my legs from kicking it.

"You need ice?" I heard Calum say as I opened my hand. I winced as I opened my hand. I grit my teeth and shook my head. I turned to look at them and he added, "You punched that bag quite hard,"

"I was angry," I said simply. "I needed to get it out, and I'd rather not take it out on you guys or your house."

"Yeah," Ashton said and took a step away from me. I rolled my eyes and told them to get back in the house. I followed them, making sure to close the sliding door after I walked into the house.

"Hungry?" I asked and Calum nodded. My hand ached as I opened it and opened the refrigerator. I was gonna have bruises, but It didn't matter. I'm not upset anymore and Ashton is still in one piece along with the house, so I'm fine with a couple of bruises.

"Tired actually," Luke said and I nodded. "But I could use something to eat."

"I'm gonna be in here for the rest of the day, making sure everything is okay. So you can sleep on the couch after you eat." I said and he nodded.

"Why can't he just sleep in his room? Isn't that what a bed is made for?" Ashton asked and I sighed quietly. These boys and their infinite questions.

"It is, but for right now, I'd rather him sleep on the couch. He'll get more sleep that way." I said grabbing bread. Ashton didn't question it further but Michael seemed a bit upset. Like he wanted to know why Luke can't sleep in his room, and why he's so tired.

"You don't have to make anything, you're not our maid." I heard Calum say and I chuckled.

"Do you want food or not?" I asked and Calum quickly shut his mouth. "That's what I thought."

Sorry for my late update guys. I had to have someone help me with the whole 'explaining' part. I've also been a bit sick so yeah. I hope you like it and I'm not sure when I'll update again. Love you guys. Bye.

P.S. I'm sorry for this crappy chapter.

~Allena aka Mrs. Irwin aka Queen Reject ♡