Chapter 10 - Isabelle's point of view
After Zach left, I tried to get some sleep but to no avail. His words just kept replaying in my head. He was right, and I was going to make a difference. I was going to get better and continue with my place as an Interior Designer. I had my wealth, and I can build an empire. Yes, that’s exactly what I was going to do.
I tried to sleep again, but I was buzzing with energy. The morning rays filtered through the grey curtains and I sat up, getting out of bed and completing my morning routine. I went back, looking through a bespoke wardrobe, which threatened to burst anytime soon. I looked through the various clothes; they were simple but looked beautiful, just the way I liked it. I settled on a blue oversized baggy top and dark grey leggings. I had lost pretty much all my mum fat, due to my strict diet, which was great for me; that was the one part of pregnancy I disliked.
A long shower later I attempted to do some eye makeup. Thankfully, it was waterproof. I settled on some black eyeliner and some glitter around the tear duct. Once I returned everything to its dutiful place, I picked up a combing brush, working my way up.
Zachariah’s point of view
I had a breakfast trolley with her medication and what not. I moved towards the door, rapping a few times but to no response. I pushed down onto the handle, the door moving into the large room. I looked around, seeing her at the three-way dressing table. I watched as she intently plaited her hair. How women had the patience to do this, I had no frigging idea. I moved further into the room with the breakfast trolley, as she moved over to the table on the other side of the room.
“Good morning Isabelle, how are you feeling?”
“I am feeling good Zach. What about you?” I smiled as I shifted her food onto the table.
“Yeah I’m ok. I guess I just have a lot going on, with the tsunami business and with a growing threat of a rebellion.” She nodded, tucking into her food. After she finished, I picked up her plate, handing her medication over. She took it, and a few moments later, she staggered into the table as she went to move. I moved over to her, looking into her eyes to see that they were dreamy. I carried her back to a neatly made bed, seeing her close her eyes and fall into another deep slumber. Alarmed, I checked the medication. Sure enough, I gave her a strong sleeping one. Oh shit.
“Hi Zach, is everything ok?” It’s like all mothers have a sixth sense, that we would only call them when we make a blunder.
“Yeah well, I think I accidentally gave Isabelle a strong sleeping medicine instead of giving her the anxiety one.”
“Oh Zach. Well, I think the best thing to do is to give it later on in the day. I mean, the sleeping one will help her body recover and lower her anxiety. Anyway, how is your day sweetie?”
“It’s been great. What about yours?”
“Yes Zach mine’s been great. I have to go now, it’s time to get back to work. Bye love.”
“Bye Mum.” I put my phone away, moving the trolley out of the room.
Isabelle’s point of view
I only fell into a deep slumber when I heard him leave. I’m going to kill him for giving me the wrong medication when I wake up.
Start of flashbackJames and I were walking hand in hand, smiling as we watched our eighteen-month-old bundle of joy. The salty wind teasingly pushed the folds of her blue dress as she waddled in front of us, moving as fast as her stubby legs could go. A strong gust threw her off balance as she fell flat on her bottom, crying. We moved over to her and I lifted her, adjusting her onto my hip, rubbing a hand onto her back to cease her crying. James disappeared, so I kept my focus on the infant I was trying to comfort. The winds settled, and past my frenzied hair, James came running with two large ice creams.
We sat on the bench not too far from where we were standing, overlooking the vast phthalo ocean. We were too busy enjoying the scenery that we didn’t see Rachel try to lean forward and take a bite. James caught my eye, gesturing for me to look down. I laughed as I moved the ice cream closer to her. She buried her small face into the cold pearly cream, revealing half a face covered in it. I shook my head as James burst out laughing, igniting the same reaction from the toddler. I gave him my cone as I cleaned Rachel’s face with a damp cloth, ensuring that her skin won’t be sticky afterwards. I turned to retrieve my food, but James had scoffed the remaining bit. Rachel crossed her arms, turning her back on James. He tried to meet her eye, but with a large pout, she moved away, into my embrace.
“Look princess, I have something for you, don’t you want to see it?” She looked up at me and I smiled, nodding to my husband. I manoeuvred her so that she could see the large teddy bear, a massive dolphin. She squealed loudly, her hands clenching and unclenching as she tried to reach it. He gave it to her, as she stared with amazement.
“Da-da-da,” she managed, saying her first word. James watched her in shock, a smile rapidly cracking through his face. His eyes filled with tears as he hugged her, spinning her around in the air. I sat there, happiness flooding through every inch of me, as I listened to her sweet laughter. He rested her on his hip and used the other hand to pull me into a hug, kissing the top of my head. He had stopped with his abusive behaviour for the past eighteen months. Finally life was starting to brighten up… I had a doting husband and a gorgeous daughter… what could possibly go wrong…End of flashback