Filed to story: Dumped by Scumbag Adored by Billionaire
They stepped into the living room which was empty and scattered, it was as if a tornado happened in here.
“Where’s the boy and why is the room like this?” Pedro asked, stepping on a pencil.
“Seems like he had a party or something?” there were white sheets of paper everywhere, with torn pages of textbooks.
Suddenly, a thud came from upstairs.
Their eyes connected, both of them hurried up the stairs immediately, walking into the room where the boy was throwing a fit.
His clothes were scattered all over the room, his toys lying on the floor, the contents on the bookshelf emptied on the ground and was on the mission of shredding a book, currently.
“Neon,” Isabella called.
But the boy was too engrossed with destroying the textbook to listen to her.
“Neon, it’s me Isabella!” her voice was louder and attracted his attention.
“Isabella?” he stilled, questioning under his breath with his back to her.
“Yes, It’s me, Isabella,”
This time, he turned around to confirm the source of the voice.
“Isabella?!” a trace of joy flickered across his eyes.
“Neon!”
The boy ran into her arms, she hugged him tight while Pedro was awed. He never knew Isabella was capable of such warm, strong emotions – this was a new side to her.
But that joy was short-lived, he heard a car pull up outside.
Curious, Pedro went to the window, looked out, and discovered Jennifer stepping out of her car.
“Urm, Isabella? Cuddling time is over, Jennifer is back,”
“What?!” Isabella exclaimed, coming to look out the window by herself, “How’s that possible? Her meal with my grandfather shouldn’t be over yet,”
“Maybe she had a change of mind?” Pedro considered.
“Or maybe we set off a soundless intruder alarm without knowing – shit! I should have thought about it. Knowing Jennifer, she wouldn’t leave her precious son Neon to go meet my infamous grandfather without keeping some sort of protection,” surmised Isabella.
“Mom is home? ” the boy began to tremble in fear, “I don’t want to stay here with her. Take me, Isabella, help me!”
“Shh, keep your voice down, Neon,” She covered his mouth with her palm quickly, “I’m here to rescue you but I can’t do that if we get discovered. So promise me, you’d be a good boy by not crying,”
He nodded.
“That’s my boy,” Isabella patted his back.
“How are we going to get out of here with him?” Pedro was visibly unsettled by the turn of events.
“If my theory is right, then, Jennifer has locked all forms of escape. All we have to do is hide,”
“Hide where?”
“Get under the bed, quick!”
“This is too small for me to -“
“Neon?!” Jennifer yelled from downstairs.
The moment Pedro heard her terrifying voice, he went under the bed at once, squeezing himself beside Isabella. Gosh, his longs would suffer terrible cramps today.
“Neon?!”
They heard her stomp into the room.
“So you’ve been here all this while and you have the guts not to answer me?! “?She roared.
“Mom-“
“What’s the meaning of all this mess?!” She bellowed, “Are you attempting a rebellion against your mom?!”
Neon sniffed, “I was just so angry”
They heard a slap
Isabella almost came out of her hiding place had Pedro not stopped her.
“She slapped him,” she whispered to him through gritted teeth.
“We can’t come out now,” He told her and she knew it.
“You’re such a disobedient kid!” they heard more slaps.
“You’re nothing like Reina’s son?!?You’re worthless!”
“She’s comparing him to Allen, Reina’s son. This is physical and emotional abuse, and I won’t sit and let that happen!” Isabella declared, slipped out of Pedro’s hold, and came out of her hiding place.
“Stop hurting him!” Isabella growled,?landing a punch at Jennifer.