H.U.R.T
The Forgotten Breakfast

Isabell chose to stay on the sofa after Jossie and her children said goodbye. He also only delivered the departure of the mother and child just to the front door of the room.

Now, back only the two of them were in the room. Rather than having to serve Darren's sometimes rigid, sometimes cold, sometimes fierce and sometimes very funny attitude, Isabell prefers to look safe. He does not know how many minutes Darren's attitude can last. And for Isabell the sudden change in Darren's attitude was enough to affect her mentally.

As much as possible Isabell also did not stare at the bed. He prefers to play his cell phone. He has no friends to exchange messages to keep himself busy. Lexi, Steven, Harry, his father and elder Willson. There was only that contact on his phone.

Who should he bother to accompany him? Isabell really needs a diversion. Finally he decided to send an emoticon to all existing contacts. A few seconds passed, and no one answered the message. Seconds changed minutes and still no one retaliated. And there seems to be no reply.

"Where is he?!"

Isabell was shocked to hear Darren's sudden voice. The phone in his hand fell to the floor.

Isabell stared at his phone and then raised his head. His eyes were rubbing against Darren. The man was also holding a cell phone.

Darren had just tried to contact Austin and his sister ignored his call. What Austin is doing out there, why his little brother needs so much time if he just wants to buy food.

"I surprised you?" Darren asked and Isabell immediately nodded his head.

"I'm sorry."

Well, this man is really like a woman who is pregnant. The mood is always changing. Is this the effect of a shot on his shoulder? Isabell had a monologue in his mind.

"It's not your fault, either" Isabell picked up her phone, she had also prepared herself for Darren's change of attitude in the next minute.

"You haven't had breakfast."

"Yes." Yeah."

"Eat something before Austin arrives. Jossie brought some fruit and some food. If you don't like it, find something outside."

Isabell could not have left him. Actually he was not too hungry, but rejecting Darren's offer was not a good action. He could have been sprayed with a cold and fierce tone. Isabell was not prepared to accept Darren's attitude.

"I'll cut the fruit. You should eat it too."

Darren nodded his head. Isabell inched from the sofa, stepping slowly closer to Darren. After picking up the fruit and the knife, Isabell sat down on the chair that Jossie had previously occupied. The woman's scent was still left there. Very fragrant and also fresh.

"Be careful,"

Isabell reflexively looked at Darren to confirm whether Darren had just warned him to be careful.

"Ehmm," Darren turned his face first. "The knife is very sharp. Don't let your hands get sliced." Darren stared at Isabell's finger, there was no more plaster there.

"Oh, yes, I must be careful. It smells so good here. It must be the scent of Jossie's perfume that was left behind. The money is so good."

Isabell smiled stiffly as soon as he found Darren's face frowning in confusion. It was obvious that the man was confused and looked at him strangely. They were talking about knives, but all of a sudden he was talking about perfume.

"I will peel the fruit and will be careful," hurriedly Isabell lowered his head focusing on the fruit and the knife in his grasp. Careful. Be careful, be careful. Say it in the heart.

"Arrgghh," Isabell spontaneously let out a scream as the knife sliced his finger unintentionally. "I, I, I turned out to be less careful," Isabell pointed out his blood-thinning finger.

"You never listen to me. Get your finger," Darren reached out. Isabell obediently approached while extending his hand.

And even surprising things happen. At least to Isabell. His eyes bought wide, his blood rustled, crawling rapidly. His body was like being stung by an electric current as soon as he felt the warmth on his index finger.

Yeah, his index finger is now inside Darren's mouth. The man sucked his blood. Suddenly Isabell felt she was Bella Swan and the man who sucked her blood was Edward Cullen.

Darren stopped his puffing on Isabell's finger as his ear clearly caught what Isabell was saying. However, as he looked at Isabell, the girl was stunned, seemingly unaware of what he had just said.

"I don't have plaster stock, ask the nurse."

"Huh?" Isabell pulled his hand.

"I don't have plaster."

"Plisters? Did you also put the plaster on my room table?"

"Yes" said Darren briefly.

"Oh," Isabell could only murmur. Previously, he thought that Austin was the one who put the object in his room. It didn't occur to me that Darren had a hand in there. Naturally he suspected the plaster belonged to Austin. Because when his hand was sliced in the kitchen, the man was the one there. Darren went down after the incident.

The door of the room opened, they turned their heads. And finally what they expected appeared.

"Where have you been?" Darren looked at Austin with a question.

"Buying breakfast."

"I didn't see you bring anything."

"That's it, I forgot to buy it. I met with Mr. Scoots. Have you had breakfast?" Austin embraced Isabell's shoulder, rubbing it gently.

Darren couldn't stop himself from staring at his sister's hand that stuck to Isabell's shoulder like a lizard. Austin is getting really friendly. Hand friendly. Yes, there is no doubting Austin's friendliness and shrewdness in women. But, Austin wouldn't use that shrewdness on that particular girl.

Has their relationship grown that fast? Darren again and again wondered.

Holy hooch! What care? I'm really starting to go wrong. There is nothing wrong with the touch of a lover.

"How's it going?" Darren shifted his focus.

"There has been no progress. The shooter really left no trace at all other than the bullet."

"How come? Car tire tracks, shoe tracks, CCTV?"

"CCTV hotel has been checked. That day was quite a lot of visitors, based on pictures of Bartoli's youth, none of whom looked similar or sipped on her. It might not be Bartoli who went down straight away. The man is old enough based on our brother-in-law's story. He could have told his men to do it."

"And no one knows who his men are."

"Yes. Therehewas. Has Isabell eaten?"

"He was just about to eat fruit. But his hand was sliced. You just continue peeling the fruit and feeding it."

The discussion about Bartoli they stopped.

"Geez, why aren't you careful." Austin raised Isabell's hand. Blowing the wound on Isabell's finger. "One wound has not healed, another wound has appeared. Are you hostile to knives?"

"I'm usually good at using it. I don't know, lately knives aren't my best friend."

"In that case, let me cut the fruit for you. Come on, let's sit on the couch. I hope you're not mad at me for forgetting your breakfast."