The Last 30 Days [Inactive]

He had only been here an hour or so and already Blake had heard several stories about people's lives, who died, who went bankrupt, etc. He didn't really care about the stories, but he chatted anyways, saying the appropriate things at the appropriate times. Blake hadn't been expecting it to be a huge get together, and it almost disappointed him, knowing that he wouldn't get the few days of relaxation he had been hoping for.


"So, dear, have you gotten yourself a girlfriend?" asked his grandmother, a short grey haired lady with laugh lines and thin lips. Uncle Hal chimed in and said, "Oh he's probably got three girls hanging off him at all times!" Blake's smile faltered slightly and he shrugged, looking down. "No, I don't have anyone." At the moment he wasn't sure if it was a lie or not.
 
((if you had something more to do in this day, continue, I'm going to time skip if that's ok))


-time skip-


Thursday, April 23rd:


"Izzy." Someone's hands jostled her side. Isabelle groaned and rolled onto her stomach, her head hurt. "Isabelle, get up, your father is here to see you."


"Tell him to go away." Isabelle grunted at her aunt, after figuring out it was her who had woken her up.


"It's just your father. Your mother isn't here." Judith rolled Isabelle over and started to sit her up. Isabelle didn't protest, but she wasn't happy either way. She didn't want to see her father.


Isabelle got dressed, not bothering to make herself too presentable, and joined her aunt in the living room. She sat away from him, in a small rocking chair in the corner. Her aunt stood between her and the door, and her father sat on the couch. His face looked tired and worn compared to the times Isabelle had seen him months ago. It were almost as if he were an older man now.


"I think it would be good, Isabelle, if you came home and spent some time with me and your mother." It was the only thing he said.
 
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Luckily last night Blake had managed to get one of the spare bedrooms, so he woke up well rested and not sore like he would have been if he slept on the couch. He stayed in his pyjamas and went down the stairs to the kitchen, the smell of bacon calling to him.


He wanted to text Isabelle to see if she was okay, but chances are she was still mad with him and would like to be on her own. While laying in bed before going to sleep, he had come to the conclusion that he would stay with Isabelle. Even if she did die, the happiness he felt when with her was worth it.
 
Isabelle, her father, and aunt had all argued for what seemed like an eternity. Even Judith agreed she should spend time with her mother. Isabelle didn't want that, she couldn't handle it, it was the reason she was at her aunt's house in the first place. Something was wrong with her mother, and it scared the girl.


She decided to run. With nothing but some change left over in her pocket and a receipt from her coffee, and her cell phone, she ran from the house, and past the coffee shop, until she tucked herself away in an alley. It was dark, and dirty, but it was where she slid down onto the ground and pulled her phone from her pocket.


Pick up, please, pick up.





She whispered the words as she dialed Blake's number. She didn't know what else to do.
 
Blake's phone was still in the dinning room but he heard anyways, the sound of the Lord of the Rings theme song too familiar to miss. It crossed his mind that it might be Isabelle and he got excited, trying to hurry to the dining room without anyone noticing the smile on his face.


"Hi," he said, answering the phone after checking the caller ID. "I'm glad you called... and didn't hang up."
 
"Blake." She skipped his joke and tried not to cry, "Blake, I'm really scared, I don't know what to do."


Isabelle curled up tighter against the alley wall. Even as people walked past her on the street, they didn't pay any attention to her, tucked away in the dark. She hadn't even remembered to put shoes on.


"They want to send me back to my mom's. She'll hurt me, she hates me. I don't know why." Isabelle was being vague in her panic, not even sure if she had described her family to Blake before. It didn't matter. "What do I do?"
 
"Isabelle, where are you? Are you hurt?" Blake made sure to keep his concerned voice low, he didn't want someone interrupting the conversation with a thousand and one questions. At first he had been relieved that she called, but he was worried now and there was no way he could help her, at least nothing that didn't include the phone.
 
"I'm in an alley. Past the coffee shop." She was sniveling as she spoke. Isabelle promised herself she would not cry. It wasn't worth it to cry. "She was trying to hit me, yesterday I mean, I called you but I got scared. My dad was here, and they were, Judy I mean and him, they were trying to take me home again. I just ran, I ran. I forgot my shoes."


Luckily it was still only cloudy. Had it been raining, Isabelle might have thought twice about running out. It was cold on the ground, and her feet were sore from sprinting. Her skin flushed red, and her lungs felt hot and airless. She hadn't meant to run so fast, or so far, but the thought of being back with her mother terrified her more than anything else.


"My head hurts." She mumbled. "My mom, she...she used to." Isabelle bit her lip before whispering softly into the phone. "She snapped. One day, after I'd learned about my head, she started hitting me...and...it was that way for a while. I can't go back, Blake."


((I accidentally entered the same day twice somewhere, fixed it, it's the 23rd, Thursday))
 
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Blake shook his head, pacing back and forth in the dining room. Luckily no one could see him unless they came into the room. He wished he could go and get her, hold her and make sure she felt better.


"No, hun, it's okay. They can't take you anywhere, you're an adult not a little girl. They can't make you do anything you don't want to do. If you don't want to go back and face them right now you can go to my place, there's a spare key in a loose rock beside the door."
 
"Are you sure?" Isabelle bit her lip and glanced at the street behind her. People went about their days, unaware that one girl was hiding in an alley, scared. It was stunning, how little people really know about one another.


"I'll clean up, too, try not to make a mess." Isabelle said quickly, and stood up in the alley. She looked out once more, and started to head in the direction of Blake's apartment. "And you aren't an idiot. You're...you're a nerd, and refined, and I really like you."


Isabelle waited for his response as she half jogged half ran towards the all too familiar building, searching for the rock he had mentioned.
 
"I know I'm not an idiot, Isabelle," he said, chuckling. "And you can stay there as long as you want, I'll be home in a few days." Blake was glad she would be safe in his apartment, safe from her mom but also weirdos in alleys.
 
"Okay." Isabelle mumbled, she rubbed her arm anxiously. "Thank you. I'll see you then." She hung up.


Key in hand, she unlocked the apartment and closed the door behind her. It looked exactly the same, clean and clutter free. She didn't want to make a mess on her first day so she walked herself into the living room and lowered herself onto the couch. There was no attempt to even turn on the tv or read, she simply sat there, arms wrapped around her legs, and stared at her knees.
 
Blake put the phone back down on the table and walked back to the kitchen, accepting the plate of hashbrowns and bacon that was handed to him.


"Who was that you were talking to?" asked his mom, leaning back against the kitchen counter. Blake shrugged, sitting on the counter next to her. Yesterday he had said he wasn't in a relationship, which was technically true, but what was Isabelle to him? "Just a friend," he answered.
 
After some time of sitting, Isabelle meandered into the cluttered office space and browsed the books. She remembered some of the titles from her last visit, and hoped Blake wouldn't mind if she read one.


Isabelle picked up his copy of The Hobbit and carefully leafed to the first page. She'd never read the book before, never heard of it until the recent movie adaptation. The lore and history wasn't something she was familiar with, but hopefully it'd be an easy read for her. She sat carefully in his office chair and curled up with the book. Something about this space was comforting.
 
Everyone in the house was up and scatted in the kitchen, dining room and living room. Blake was finishing up his breakfast and his sister was sitting next to him, doing her homework. Every once in awhile she'd get stuck on a question and ask for her help. Now was one of those times.


"No, you see you can't forget to divide by two," he said, pointing to her paper. "Or else you'll get the wrong answer." She was doing simple math, finding the volume and area of different 3D shapes.
 
The hours slipped by the more involved and lost Isabelle became inside the mind of Tolkien. How she had never read the books before dumbfounded the girl, she was loving every bit. Soon, she'd finished the book and placed it with the utmost care back into it's spot on the shelf.


"Textbooks..." Isabelle mumbled, her eyes flitting from one large tome to the next. They finally fell on some sort of math book, it was already open, and the equations and calculations only served to confuse her the longer she stared. "Maybe I should have Blake tutor me." She said aloud.
 
"Okay, but how would I find this thingy here if I don't know this thingy," asked Willow, frowning at her math book. Blake laughed and explained that she needed to find the variable using the volume.


Willow was a smart girl, she just had trouble figuring stuff out at first. She also really like to get Blake to do her homework whenever he could. Unlike her brother she had blond hair, taking after her father more than her mother.
 
The more Isabelle read, the more she was amazed at how Blake could keep up. She'd combed her way through many of the books, being careful to not rip any pages. Her eyes were sore from the small text that comes with books.


"How does he do it." Isabelle dragged her hands over her eyes and groaned, a heavy textbook sat on her lap. "How. There's just too much information." She was never one to study to the extremes. A bit of light reading was fine, yes, but after a while Isabelle gave up and retreated to the living room. She turned on the tv and laid down across the couch.
 
After a while of silence between his sister and him, Blake grabbed his phone and checked up on Isabelle. How are you feeling? He texted, then again, Also, are you talking to me now or should I stop trying? So far the relationship thing was difficult, but Blake missed it and he hoped they would start talking again.
 
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My feet hurt, at least it's not my head. And, I miss talking to you. Don't you dare stop trying D:


~Can't you tell I'm just so angry with you?





Isabelle was delighted to have heard from Blake. She rolled onto her stomach and kicked her feet behind her. She hoped he remembered that text sarcasm was a thing, she used the proper symbol and everything. It hadn't been too long, so he should know.
 
I'm glad you're feeling well enough to use sarcasm. Feel free to eat something too. I doubt you've eaten yet today.





Blake was now helping Willow with her science homework, she was learning about mitosis. He wasn't great at science, not as good as he was with math.
 
You'd be right. I'm starving.





Isabelle gleefully scurried into the kitchen, she hadn't eaten since yesterday. She helped herself to an apple, and started to make herself some toast. Being in the kitchen just brought memories of only a few days ago, when they made pasta, and then pancakes together. She hadn't even finished her breakfast when she left that day.


She wanted Blake to hurry back. Being alone in his apartment was a little awkward, but it was mainly because she missed him. It was stupid of her to get upset. She was being a bit snobbish, the way she'd been acting. Isabelle too easily shied away from flirting, and there was no reason to.
 
Are you planning on staying there for a while or just until you feel you can go back to your aunt's?





Blake lounged outside on a lawn chair, watching his family play in the backyard. There was a small lake and the kids played there, splashing each other playfully. He didn't like to socialize too much with his family, apart from his parents and siblings. The rest of them weren't too interesting.
 
Isabelle stared at the text with half of a piece of toast in her mouth, the image of grace. She swallowed and then typed out a response.


Honestly, I don't know. I don't have clothes, my phone has half it's battery, and I'd feel bad eating all of your food. Oh, and the shoes. No shoes. Not right now, not ready. I don't know.





If it came to it, she would have to go back to shower and eat. She didn't want to leave. As immature as it was to run from her parents, she also believed she shouldn't be forced to go back to her abusive mother's house. Isabelle sighed and leaned back in the dining room chair. Maybe she would go before it got too dark, or at least by tomorrow afternoon.
 
Looking out at his family in the yard, he wondered how they each lived their lives. Most of them were well off, good jobs, nice houses. One of his aunts however was broke, in between jobs and had a small son to take care of. What would that be like?


Well you could go back and get some stuff right quick like some clothes and a charger and then hang out there. I'll even come home early to keep you company.
 
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