Welcome back to a new Thursday Fiction. We continue where we left of last week, following Isabelle as she figure out who she really is.
“Get out! I don't want you here, get out! Get out!”
Malik smiled and continued to throw his ball at the wall totally ignoring her. Isabelle couldn't resolve herself to walk out of her room in her bathrobe and to leave him here while he might break things. She screamed again and again.
The mother finally showed up at the end of the corridor.
“I hope you have a good excuse for this behavior.”
“I want him out,” Isabelle said pointing at Malik still sitting on her bed and throwing his ball dangerously near her dolls.
“You need to be nicer and more patient with your brother,” her mother said. “He is not doing anything wrong and I have a meeting and for the love of the gods, get dressed.”
“I want him out,” Isabelle said, wondering how she was supposed to get dressed with her brother watching her. “Just get out of my room, now.”
“Seriously, Isabelle, there is no need to throw a tantrum like a five years old, you can just ask him to get out and he will,” Her mother said.
“I want him out, now! He is throwing his ball at my dolls again.”
“Come Malik,' her mother said.
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