The Girl and The Fox

The girls were chattering excitedly about what had just happened. Whatever had just happened, which they didn't really know. Isabella was eager to go with this stranger of her dreams, to escape her abusive mother. She would have done it without a second thought, but Lizzie wasn't so keen.

"You are NOT going with a random girl that broke into our house. Who knows where she would take you. She's probably not even our sister!" Lizzie rage whispered, eyes darting around, looking at everything apart from Isabella, knowing she would never forgive her for this. She was doing it for her own good. She didn't want her sister to get hurt, or maybe worse! Dead.

"She didn't exactly break in," the pail, young girl interrupted, "We let her in. Anyway, she needs a home where she will be safe. We can take her somewhere. Somewhere the hunters won’t get her, and our mother won’t get us. It would be perfect, and then she could tell us all she knows."

"I don't care what you say. I won't let my sister be hurt by a random thing. I certainly won’t go and I’ll make sure you don’t. This is our home, not some place with a fox-girl!"

"I won't let mine get hurt either, Lizzie," Isabella said, only her spellbound eyes giving away that she was furious. A smile played with Lizzie's lips, thinking she had made the fantasy head understand her reasoning, but by now she should know that Isabella will always beat her when it comes to an arguement. She had managed to get beaten several times when she was younger for arguing. But that ‘fantasy head’ was very good at it.

"I won't stand by watching that weirdo we just met, WHO IS MY SISTER, get hurt." The smile instantly faded from Lizzie's face, and her stomach dropped with worry. If Isabella knew about anything at all, she wouldn't go with the shape shifter. But the question was, did she know anything? Isabella was adventurous, but Lizzie preferred to stay indoors. Especially after what happened one birthday.

"Just go to sleep," Lizzie answered her, annoyed, but that was just what the foolish girl was like. Always with her head in the clouds, never understanding or wanting to understand reality. Wishing she could jump inside a book and bring magic to life.

Isabella soon heard her blonde sister softly snoring, even though she always hurriedly denied it. The young girl decided to go out for the night, since she wouldn't be able to sleep a wink. She needed time to digest all what had happened, 'and that might take a while' she thought whilst putting her silver watch on, which reflected the light of the half moon.

Isabella always made sure she wore a watch when she went out, as she had to be back before the morning so her mother wouldn’t see her coming back in. If she lost track of time, then she would get a worse punishment than she had already got. If she could meet up with the fox, they could run away together, never to be seen again.Her sister would explain everything to her, unless it was a trap.

She'd snuck out in the middle of the night before, but this time was risky. Their mum was wide awake this time, doing who-knows-what to her new found sister. She sometimes wondered whether she really was her mum. Maybe she was an alien from outer space, coming to steal away children and make their lives a living hell! Maybe she was a witch. She could be anything!

The dark haired girl pulled out a battered rope, just long enough to dangle to the grimy ground. She tied a loose knot around one of her blue bed frame's legs and went over to the window. She could feel the cool wind caressing face, waking her up for the long night ahead. Climbing through the wide open window, holding onto the crippled rope, she started to walk down the wall, not bothering to listen to the sounds around her, including the faint screaming. As usual, she reached land just before the leg of her bed gave in. Once it did and she had had to change the bed's way round so Crystal had not found out.

She was on the floor now, her uncovered feet caressing the mud, but where to run off to next?