Unable to run, Alice was making little progress. And quickly she heard the screech of sirens in the distance. A terrified sob slipped out of her mouth and she increased her pace, ignoring the consistant bleeding of her wound. Her eyes were shutting, fatigue weighing her down. But she pressed on, no longer chasing: she was running.
Policemen and women climbed out of cars that had barely slowed to a stop. Orders were shouted, groups went out.
Back in the taxicab, Lorraine was fuming. "Isobel Davids, you owe me an explanation. Now. Why did that madwoman know you?"
Isobel's eyes, which had previously been glazed over, hardened. "I could ask you the same thing."
Her ankle gave way. She collapsed in the brush, drawing shallow breaths. Her back was coated in blood. She attempted to pick herself up and keep moving but, exhausted, the blood loss overcame her and she slipped into inconciousness.
Lorraine's voice turned cold. "Don't you dare use that tone on me."
Isobel, to contrast was burning with rage. "If you're just going to be a hypocrite and get mad at me because an insane woman attacked you for something you did, then don't bother talking to me."
Officers swarmed the area. It wasn't long before Alice was found, passed out in a bush.
Alice slipped in and out of consciousness as the policemen carried her back to their cars. She couldn't bring herself to wake as she was driven to the hospital.
Lorraine's grip tightened on her purse. "Be careful," she spat, a warning. "I am your legal guardian. I–"
Isobel wasn't having any of it. "I. Don't. Give. A. Shit. Tell me why Alice was trying to murder you."
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.
(I’m not sure what to do.. do you want me to play a doctor?)
(yeah I guess so. Do you mind?)
(I can also play Lorraine if you want so you're not talking to yourself?)
(Sure, and that’d be useful
How’re you today?
Also, how far are we skipping?)
(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.