Isabella's Men chapter 4

Isabella's Men Chapter 4

Vivian's eyes darted from father to child as both paced up and down the living room angrily. Both talking at the same time, yelling to be specific.

"There is no way that boy is ever getting near you again!"

"Well maybe we'll run off to Vegas! And get married!"

"Over my dead body!"

"Or, I'll let him impregnate me!"

"You wouldn't dare!"

"Get used to him daddy! 'Cause he's gonna be the father of your grandchildren!"

"As if!"

"You'll walk me right down the aisle too! Right to 'em!"

"Fat chance! He doesn't even love you!"

Vivian's eyes widened as she saw her daughter stop marching. Isabella stood silent, fists clenched at her sides. Vivian watched Isabella's eyes swelled up as she bit down on her lip.

Her voice was now raspy as she spoke, "Coming from a man who doesn't know the meaning of love…" and with that she was off.

Both Vivian and Roman watched as she ran up to her bedroom, soft sobs audible from upstairs. Vivian turned back to her ex-husband. "He doesn't even love you? Who the heck says that to their teenage daughter?"

Roman tried to object but Vivian proceeded to cut him off. "No. Not a word. I thought you came here to bond with her, not break her heart."

"B-but didn't you hear her? Run away and get married Viv'. She said that."

Vivian crossed her arms, "Because she was upset. She would never. Isabella's a good girl; she'd never run off and marry a delinquent. She has standards you know. Phineas is a sweet, smart, kind of dense boy. But a charming young man all the same. I think you owe our daughter an apology."

Roman frowned. True, Phineas had done nothing wrong exactly. Had treated him with the upmost respect, complemented his daughter too. But what father is ever comfortable with letting her daughter get into a relationship? He ran a hand through his hair and looked back at Vivian. She nodded. He felt his heart sink as he turned to the stairwell.

"Maybe you should give her time to cool off…" Vivian's soft yet sharp voice cut through his anxieties.

He nodded.

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"Who does he think he is? He can't tell me Phineas doesn't love me? H-he does. In his own special way. Right?" Isabella shook her head as she filled her backpack with various clothing items and trinkets.

She sighed as she wiped a tear away from her eye. Phineas loved her. Sure he had never spontaneously grabbed her hand and proclaimed his everlasting love for her nor had he even kissed her cheek when they said goodnight, but he loved her. She knew it, deep down in his heart he had the same feelings about her that she had for him and one day, one magical day. Maybe on a beach or something, he would realize it and tell her and everything would fall into place. The dating. The wedding. The honeymoon. The being parents. The growing old together. Everything!

Isabella took a deep breath as she hoisted her backpack on her back. She turned back to her dressing table and spied the little note she had left her parents, well her mother to be exact. It read: 'Going out. For a while. Don't look for me. I need to figure some things out. Love, Isabella.' If she had learned anything from Phineas, it was how to travel by window. She climbed down and jumped into the grass below. She couldn't understand why Phineas thought it was so much fun this way. It was rather painful. She eyed the door of the Flynn-Fletcher house before making her way across the street. Maybe she'd hang out over there for a while.

When Linda Flynn-Fletcher answered the door explaining how Phineas went to the park for some 'alone time' Isabella smiled, but frowned once the woman had noticed that she had been crying. Isabella denied everything before running off towards the park.

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Phineas sat on a rock flicking small stones into the greenish-blue waters of the pond.

"Whoa. Five skips, world record?"

Phineas didn't turn back but smiled. He felt Isabella's shoulder brush against his as she sat down next to him.

"Now…" Isabella started, "When do I get my starship?"

Phineas turned to face her, happiness evident within his eyes. "When Ferb can go to blueprint haven and not get distracted by one Vanessa Doofenshmirtz."

Isabella giggled and Phineas smiled wider. He didn't know why but he liked when she giggled, he liked being the one that made her laugh. He turned his attention back to the pond and spoke, "What's with the backpack? Taking a trip I don't know about?"

Isabella shook her head. "I-I needed time away from my dad he-"

Phineas cut her off, "You know if my dad was in town I don't think I could let myself have time away from him…"

The girl's eyes widened. "I'm so sorry! Here I am ranting about my dad, not even taking into consideration that your dad is dead!" She was about to start crying again but the boy comforted her.

"Sshhh…" He whispered as he pulled her towards him and rubbed her shoulder. "It's no big deal. If he hadn't…you know, um…I wouldn't have met Ferb. So everything happens for a reason." He heard her mumble something softly but ignored it and resumed to comfort her.

When she finally pulled away she wiped the tearstains from her eyes.

"So…" the boy started, "What happened so badly that made you run away?"

She bit her lip. Here she was sitting on a rock in the park with him grasping her shoulders at an arm's length; he was looking directly into her eyes awaiting an answer. Blood instantly rushed to her head. All the things she could've done at the moment, all the possibilities but instead she shrugged.

"I-it was nothing…nothing to make a fuss over."

He nodded, "Well then Izzy. You need to go home, I'm sure your parents are worried."

"I left a note."

"Not good enough."

Isabella laughed, "Fine mom…"

Phineas faked a hurt expression, "Hey. I care about you ok; if that makes me your mom then fine I'm your mom."

Isabella smiled. He had directly said he cared about her, that had to be an obvious sign of love. Even though he hadn't directly proclaim how madly in love with her he was, it was worth something.

As Isabella stood up to leave Phineas asked one more question.

"So w-what did Mr. Shapiro think about me?"

Isabella's head shot up. She proceeded to crawl back next to him. "He-uh-he…" She took a deep breath before continuing, "He loves you Phin." She quickly gave him a kiss on the cheek before running off.

Once she was out of view, Phineas placed a hand on his cheek and smiled. "Whoa…"

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"Where could she be?"

Roman sat impatiently on the couch, both him and Vivian turned towards the door once it opened. They exchanged glances as Isabella slowly walked through the doorway.

"Where have you been?" Vivian quickly asked.

Isabella shrugged, "Did some thinking."

Vivian smiled sympathetically. "Well, your father has something to say…right Roman?"

Roman cleared his throat before opening his mouth to speak until Isabella briskly cut him off.

"I-I'm kinda tired. Maybe tomorrow." She walked up to her bedroom and slammed the door closed.

The two adult exchanged worried glances.

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Isabella yawned as she brushed her hair. She smiled smugly as she remembered that she had kissed the boy across the street earlier that day. Granted, it was on the cheek but was a kiss all the same. She couldn't get her father's words out of her head however. She didn't however regret her response to him. He didn't know the meaning of love.

She frowned at her reflection. She looked like him, slightly but still, she looked like him. She hated that she looked like him, she hated that they had the same DNA. What type of man-scratch that-what type of father could ever treat their daughter like that? Especially one who had been a lost cause for over 10 years.

She laid down in her bed and stared at the ceiling.

What right did a man, who missed about 10 years of her life have to act like that? He should've embraced her entire life openly. Not rip it to shreds. If he had the right to act like that was it not only fair to treat him the same way?

She had never been a rebel, never defied her parents but if that was what it was going to take to teach them a lesson. To teach him a lesson. Then it was worth it.

She knew what she was going to do tomorrow.