You know i make you wanna scream..

I grabbed her, wrapping my arm around her throat so I had her in a headlock.
'Now,' I said evilly, 'Open the front door, dear, and if I even think you're considering running away, I won't be half as nice.'

Isabelle opened the door, her hand shaking violently. She knew how it felt to be taken by surprise, then. We stepped in the front door, my arm still around her neck. I walked her into her kitchen, sat her down on a chair and took the scarf that was on her neck off her.
'What will we do with this, then?' I growled. For the first time in my life, I saw Isabelle look absolutely petrified. Without speaking, I walked behind the chair, reefed her two arms behind the chair, and tied them extremely tightly with the scarf. Zacky had taught me well, with all the bondage we did.

I walked back around to face her. Reaching into her pockets, I took out her phone, her keys and her money and lay it down on the table.
'I don't think you'll need any of them, where you're going.' I sighed.
Walking towards her, I lifted my fist and landed a solid punch right on her jaw. I heard a satisfying crack.
'You're the reason my baby isn't here.' I spat. 'You do know that, don't you? If it wasn't for you and your psychopath ways, I'd still have my baby. It's your fault!' My voice raised angrily.
'You would have been a shit mother anyway. You didn't deserve a child!' Isabelle laughed evilly, and before she could draw in breath to speak again, I smacked her harder than I had ever smacked anything or anyone, which made a huge clapping sound.

'Not so smart now, are we?' I leaned down to look at her. 'Look at me, you worthless bitch.' Isabelle looked up at me, tears in her eyes and a huge red mark forming on her cheek.
'Is this what your baby would want?' she whispered, 'for you to be so aggressive towards someone who knew that you wouldn't be a good mother, and was just trying to help?'
'Help?' I spat. 'You didn't fucking help! And I'll never know what my little girl wanted because she's dead!' I screeched at Isabelle, swinging at her again, and landing one right on her eye area. That would cause a black eye, anyway. She winced in pain, as I continued to smack her and punch her, inflicting the pain I felt not so long ago on her.
'You took my baby! You took her from me!' I started to cry, as I shouted at her. I felt the red mist coming over me as I looked over to the kitchen sink, where an extremely sharp looking kitchen knife was sitting. Isabelle was barely able to lift her head, but did, turning to look where I was looking. Her eyes, which were quite droopy, widened open. 'Please,' she whispered. 'Please don't.'

I ignored her, and walked towards the knife. Picking it up, I inspected the blade. It was a big blade, but very sharp. Sharp enough to penetrate skin. I grinned looking at it. 'How about we test out this little blade? It looks pretty harmless, hmm?' I murmured, looking at my reflection in it, and seeing someone who looked like a total psychopath, my eyes crazy, cheeks red, breathing heavily, and hair everywhere. But I didn't care; that bitch killed my daughter.
I walked slowly back to face Isabelle. I smiled at her, cocking my head to one side.
'Oh, my God, please, no.' Isabelle sobbed.
'Oh, don't worry, you're gonna see him real soon.' I laughed. 'But before you do, tell me, what's your famous last words?' I raised the blade over her.
Isabelle's body shook with fear, sobbing loudly. She looked up at me, before looking behind me.
'Matt.' she cried.
'No, I'm Eleanor.' I growled, before going to plunge the knife into her chest, but feeling something pull me back.

'Eleanor, drop the knife.' I could hear Matt order me to drop the knife that I was still holding above my head, but I could still see Isabelle, and once I could see her, the knife was going nowhere.
'Not while she's still here.' I shouted, trying to get out of Matt's grip but failing to do so. He pulled me out of the kitchen and into the front garden. He held me tightly.
'Drop the knife.' He stared into my eyes angrily. I sighed and dropped the knife, letting it fall to the ground and clatter angrily.
'Isabelle's going to escape-' I tried to go back inside but Matt grabbed me.
'No, she's not.' he said firmly. 'Zacky's got her. Come on, I'm bringing you home.'
I unwillingly got in the car with Matt, and he brought me home, leaving Zacky with Isabelle, even though I wished it was me with Isabelle.
When we got back to the house, we went in and I sank into the couch, staring into space. After a few minutes Matt came in, and sat facing me.
'What were you thinking?' he sighed.

Notes

whats zacky going to do with isabelle.. :o
tell me what you thinkkkkk :3