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At the end of it all, Bella was sent to a mental hospital for adequate treatment instead of a prison. Even before the judge spoke up, I already knew what his decision would be.

I breathed a sigh of relief. This was the best outcome, maybe the one I had unconsciously hoped for. Although, Bella and I had beconte estranged because of Mark. I feel like I have punished her in my own way.

Unfortunately as it sounds, Bella's relationship with Isaac had been long and she was sadly still my sister. Isaac made her a pretty damaged person and she had to seriously do something about it. So sending her to a mental hospital was killing two birds with one stone. First, I got her out of my way for a while and got my punishment by depriving her of her freedom. Secondly, she gets proper care and becomes a better person.

My phone rang out and I waltzed out of the kitchen, dancing to my ringing tune as I made my way to where my phone was in the living room.

I smiled at the caller's ID. "Hey babe, I called to check up on yo-"

interrupted her softly, a smile dancing on my lips, "How many times will you call to check up on me?" Grace sighed over the phone. "Girl, I'm worried. You looked really sick when you left. The assurance that you're fine is the only way I can focus on work. Has your order arrived?"

"You shouldn't worry yourself too much, just focus on your work, okay? Because I'm going to be fine. I guess I'm just a bit more tired than usual. That's just it.

There was a pause and I could almost picture her squinting her eyes at me as she tried to figure out if I was telling the truth or not. "Are you sure?" She finally asked. "Yes, mummy, you can hang up now."

A cute laugh escaped her lips before she said, "Take care," amidst her laughter and hung up afterwards.

I had had to come home early from work because I felt too tired and Grace had to take care of work.

I went back to the kitchen and finished devouring the pizza I ordered. I knew it wasn't the best thing to take considering that I needed food that would give me strength but it's what I was craving and I honestly didn't have the strength to cook.

When I was done, I downed the pizza with the elaborate wine I had ordered with the pizza. There was a lot to celebrate and be thankful for. I cleaned up the kitchen then grabbed a flute and the remaining bottle of wine and left for my room.

There I stripped down to nothing then wrapped a towel around myself. I prepared a warm, healthy and soothing bath then I set the flute and wine on the holder by the tub.

I intended to spend hours, having a calming bath and then I would have a rejuvenating sleep. It was all I needed.

I was about to step into the bath when I remembered that one last ingredient was missing. Music. What was an awesome bath without music?

I rushed out of the bathroom back to the room and grabbed my phone. I was about to step back into the bathroom when I felt a cold metal on my nape. "Turn around!"

Memories of the first time something like this happened raided me and I felt paralyzed for a moment. Immediately after that day, I had'upgraded the security system around the house so how was anyone able to get in?

"I said turn around!" The bugler yelled and I was shaken out of my paralyzed state.

I did as instructed and turned to face the bugler. I slowly looked up and I was stunned at the person that was staring right back at me with a mischievous grin.

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I couldn't even hide my surprise, "How bad is the security at the mental hospital?" I gaped, "How did you manage to escape their premises and the cops are not on your heels?"

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Bella's face held no emotion after her grin fell and she stared back at me. She scoffed nonchalantly," Those fools?" She shrugged feebly, "All I had to tell them was that I had a stomach ache. They sent me to y, "All I had to tell them was that I had a stomach ache. They the hospital with some dense talkative police that guarded us. I escaped from there. Easy peasy."