Total Drama Island, Heather Reed [best inspirational books .txt] 📗

/> “Is there an Isabella there?”

“Yes, you are talking to her. May I ask who this is?” she said.

“Yes, this is your Aunt Joy.”

“Aunt who. I don't know an Aunt Joy. Sorry you have the wrong number.”

“Yes you do, Iz. We met once when you were 4 so you might not remember.” Joy said. “I heard about your parents dieing. I am sorry about your lose.”

“No one calls me Iz but my friends, and my parents been dead for 2 years, and your now just calling about it now. You know what Fuck you and Go to Hell and leave me the Fuck alone. Bye!” Izzy said. Hung up the phone and started crying.

Harold came in and asked.

“What the hell who were you yelling at?” he said then seen her crying. “What's wrong.?”

Ever since her parents been dead she has been taken it hard. Today it has been 2 years since her parents been dead.

“Izzy whats wrong baby.” I said. “Tell me honey.”

“Do we have an Aunt Joy?” she asked her brother.

“Um... I don't think so why?”

“Well, some one name, Aunt Joy called and said she heard about our parents and she was sorry. They been dead for 2 years.” Izzy said.

“2 years today. Izzy maybe we should go to their grave and you get it out. All of it out.” Harold said.

“Yes, that would be great. Baby, I love you but Harold is right.” I said.

“I don't know. But if you guys think so okay lets go.” she said.
Harold drove us to their parents grave. I sat in the back with Izzy. Where we were going was about an hour away.
It was in a small town in this big old state. New Palestine, Indiana was where their mother was born, their father was born in Indianapolis, Indiana but we put them together in New Palestine. We stopped at Gas America to get a few flowers.
When we got there, Izzy grabbed my hand and was holding it real tight. My hand was turning purple.

“Izzy.... Izzy.” I said her name two times before she looked at me.

“Yea.” she said. I seen Harold look back thru the rear mirror.

“Breathe and loosen your grip please.” I moved her red hair out of her face. “I will help you, Iz.”

“We both will, Iz.” Harold corrected me.

“Do you want go by yourself or do you want me to go with you?” I asked.

“Give me a few minutes. Okay baby.” she said. Before she got out of the car she kissed me.

Harold and I watched her go up there but she stopped half way, and turned around. I got out of the car and ran to her. She went to my arms crying.

“It's okay. You have to do this and get this over with baby. Here I got with you.”

We walked up there to their gave. We got down on to our knees. She touched the grave stones and put the flowers on their graves.

“Let it out baby.” I told her.

“Why!? Why you have to do this to me why! I thought you guys love me. Why you guys leave me. I'm just a baby. Why!?” she was crying and she hit the grave stones like 3 times.

“That's good let it out Izzy. Let it all out.” I said.

“You hurt me so bad. You had to leave me with Harold. Why momma. Why daddy. He has kept your promise momma, he has kept me safe like you guys told him too. I'm still in school. I'm with this wonderful guy. DJ has helped me since we were kids. All I want is too know why you guys leave me.”

She fell into my arms crying. All I did was rubbed her back and rocked her. Harold got out of the car and came over where we were. He sat down next to her. He hugged us and kissed her head and rubbed her shoulder. Harold said a few things not much. Then some boy came over and called Izzy's name.

“Izzy?” the boy said.

She looked up from my arms and looked at the boy.

“Noah? What you doing here?” she asked.

“I'm here with Cody, his grandpa died 4 months ago and we come here every month. I see your here for you parents huh?” Noah said.

“Yea, I am.” Izzy said.

“Sorry about what happen. I heard that your dad beat the hell out of your mom then kissed her then hung himself.”

“Hey stop talking about it. She already has a hard time.” I said.

“DJ, its okay.” she got up and walk to him. “Yea, it's true. Why always fought. Harold was with our grandparents, when it happen and I was at school. They kick Harold out when he was 7, remember.”

“Yea, I remember on your 8th birthday, you came over to my house and knocked on my window.” he smiled. “I open the window and asked you what the hell you were doing up and out in the middle of the night.”

“I told you that my parents were fighting and it was the fourth one that week. Then you told me to get my butt inside and go to sleep. We addled together to keep me warm that night because I was cold. Then you said you were gonna set your alarm for 6 A.M. to take me home.” she said.

Me and Harold just listen to the story.

“Yup. You were crazy when I woke you up, but also sweet when you slept like an angel. I have you a piggy back ride home and when we got to your place, I put you down and you kissed me and ran inside. Then later that day my mother and I came over to your place. Your mother talk to my mother then she talk to you by yourself so did my mother. Then she told you that her and your dad were splitting up, and my mom said I had to help you out because my mother and dad had been split up for 3 years. You ran into your room crying and I ran after yea.” he said.

I thought to myself, 'how long is this story.'

“Yea, I told you to get the hell out but you said no. Then I stopped crying and we hugged. I told you, 'Thanks for being there for me.' And I'll say it again, thank you for being there for me when we were kids, Noah.” she hugged him and kissed him on the cheek.

I started to get up but Harold touched me. I looked at him and he shocked his head. I cleared my throat.

“Oh. This is my boyfriend, DJ. DJ this is my best friend when we were kids, Noah.” she said.

I got up and shock his hand. “Nice to meet you Noah.”

“You too, DJ. Wait your the DJ that was always at there house when we were little right until they kicked Harold old.”

“Yes, I am.” I said. “And your the gay guy that was always called her crazy and was scared to kiss her?”

“I did kiss her. And I was not gay when we were little well until about 9 when I found out I was gay. I couldn't kiss her anymore. Then I found Cody.” he said.

“Okay, stop. This is all about me and my parents so stop okay. God DJ, Noah was just a friend when we were little like we were okay. Can we go home. Call me later okay.”

“Okay bye.”

she got up front this time I sat in the back. I think I pissed her off. When we got home she ran upstairs into her room and slammed the door. I did not go up there for about an hour. I stayed downstairs and watched TV.
Two hours later I told Harold, 'I was going home to get some clothes and be right back.'

“Harold, I'm going home be right back. Going to get some more clothes. I'll talk to her when I get back.”

“Okay.” he said.

When I got home my mom was gone. I ran up to my room and grabbed some more clothes. Feed my cats and bunnies and went out back and feed the dogs.
I was walking out the door when I seen my mom pulled up.

“Hey son, where you been?” my mother asked.

“I been with Harold and Izzy. Helping Harold with Izzy, we went to the grave yard.”

“You did, how she take it?”

“Look at my shirt, it wet. I was holding her while she was crying.” I told her. “Well see you later or when ever.”

“Okay. Tell her sorry.” she said.

“Okay.” I said.

When I got back Harold was cooking. I went upstairs to her room. I walked in and she was sitting on the floor looking at pictures. I put my bag on the floor.

“I thought you went home.” she said. She sounded shitty or she was still upset for all what happen today about her parents.

“I did to get some more clothes. I told Harold I would be back.” I said.

“Oh okay.” That's all she said.

I sat on her bed watched her look at the pictures. I got up and let Fluffy out of his cage. I was holding him. I whisper in his ear and told him.

“Go give mommy a kiss for daddy.” I put him down and he hopped over to Izzy and gave her a kiss for me.

She laughed when Fluffy gave her a kiss. “Thank you Fluffy. I love you too.

She put him down and he hopped everywhere in her room. I just stood there, watching her.

She was laughing at a picture she picked up.

“What's so funny.” I asked.

“This is when I was 5 when me and Noah was playing peek-a-boo with our mothers. My dad look this.” she said. “And here's one of you, Harold, and me at my 6th birthday right after Harold moved in with our grandparents. I threw cake at you.” she showed me.

“I miss those days. You were a crazy, red head brat that always picked on me and your brother.” I told her. I loved you so much when we were kids and I still do. When I went home at night, I always thought about you. I always did, but you had your hopes up for Noah, the bookworm.”

“Hey, he's still my friend, and you were mean when we were little. You look my cookies or was that Harold?”

“Not me, it was Harold. I always gave you mind.”

“Oh yea, you did, didn't you.” she looked at me for a minute. Then looked back at the pictures.

“Remember on Halloween you dressed like an Angel and I was a Prince. You were so beautiful when you were an Angel. And you still as beautiful as you were when you were little.” I told her when I moved a piece of her beautiful res hair out of the way of her face.

“Aw. I love you so much DJ.” she put down the pictures and hopped into my lap made me fall back.

She started kissing me and the door was still open. I rolled over on top pf her still kissing her.

“Oh,