His Hidden Child novel Chapter 28

Chapter 27:

Isabelle's P.O.V:

How long has it been? 4 days? one week?

I lay in my cell as the only things that echoed in my mind were:

he's not gone.

its as though my mind knows that its not true, but my heart is forcing me to believe that its true.

I lay still in my cell as the thoughts ran through my mind. I heard the keys to the door and the lock clicked as the pushed the door open and Elliot walked in.

"You haven't eaten yet again?" he said in a constrained manner.

He let out a groan and soon I let out a hitched breath as he kicked the tray in anger. "If you want to play that way, Belle, we shall play that way." he growled as he threw a kick my way. To say it hurt was an understatement. I let out no sound as he pulled at his hair in frustration. In this moment i was numb. The only thing haunting me was the fact that my thoughts had made me a killer. I was a killer. my breathing became raid as i panicked watching my hands accumulate blood.

No, its just my mind playing games, I told myself, but no matter how much I wanted to un-see it, my mind wouldn't let me. I felt sick to the core. Tired and more , restless.

Weak. is how I felt. Vulnerable is what i am right now.

Elliot let out an annoyed snarl as he walked out of the cell-room in a huff. Slowly my vision became blurred with tears. Weak. and the only thing my heart yearned for in this moment was my family.

Sin's P.O.V:

frustrated. angry. restless.

its been 2 weeks and still there was no sign of Isabelle, and my mother has done nothing but kept her damn mouth shut.

I've been annoyed to the point that even a peep from anyone in the palace, puts me on a damn rampage. Nothing felt right. Our mate bond was slowly dimming and I felt as though a part of me was being ripped and thrown away.

A knock echoed through the door as I sat on Caitlin's bed as she took her afternoon nap. I placed a kiss on her forehead. walking to the door only to see Clair breathing rapidly.

"What's wrong?" I questioned my eyebrows furrowing.

"it's father, he's beginning to breathe his last!"