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The room was still dark when Isabella awoke with a gasp. She placed a hand over her racing heart and gasped for breath. It was the second night and she still had dreams about him. She placed her fingers on her lips and closed her eyes. She took a few deep breaths, trying to forget the feeling of his hands on her body and his mouth on her lips. She reopened them and groaned as she threw the covers away from her slick from sweat body.
"Ridiculous. Pathetic." She whispered as she stared blankly at her nightstand. What was wrong with her? She was supposed to be embarrassed not have dreams about him. She shook her head and gingerly reached for the small drawer next to her. She opened it and pulled out a tattered journal. Her mother's journal to be exact. Isabella McCarthy had never known her mother. She had died after having given birth to her daughter in a convent. The sisters had raised Isabella until her fifteenth birthday but then they couldn't afford keeping her so Madame Angelique had agreed on taking her in. Hell, she couldn't do anything else since Isabella had arrived at her door on a cold night, explaining her disposition. Angelique was a distant cousin of her mother and one if not the only person that Isabella recognized as family.
She had never met her father but she didn't have the need to. Not after knowing that he had left her mother for a few pounds a year.
Her hand brushed over the old binding of the journal and she opened it. She scooted back on her bed and started reading various entries. It was a way for her to know her mother and she smiled as she read the happy words of her youth.
A door slammed and she jumped. She closed the journal and sat up slightly, trying to listen. And then she heard it. Crying and yelling coming from downstairs.
She quickly put the journal away and slipped out of bed. She reached for her plain cotton robe and she tiptoed to the door. She opened it and then she heard her name being called.
"Bella! Isabella!" it was Madame Angelique. Isabella blinked and then hurried downstairs. She almost tripped on the last step but she managed to stay upright.
"Yes?" she was out of breath but she gasped when she saw Rose. She was kneeling on the floor crying. Her dress was dirty and she looked as if she hadn't slept since she had left.
"What is the matter?" Isabella asked and Madame Angelique looked up at her.
"Just…Just close the damn door, girl. My hands are shaking." The older woman snapped.
Isabella hurried to comply as Madame Angelique started talking.
"What the fuck were you thinking, girl? You disappear, leaving a waiting customer who was paid for your bed and you don't tell me anything about it! I made a complete fool of myself. He fell asleep on your bed waiting for you! It's a wonder he hasn't come back to claim his money back!"
"I don't care about your bloody customers!" Rose suddenly screeched and Isabella cringed.
"Your lover left you, girl. I think you should care about my money." Madame Angelique spat and Rose trembled.
"He left you?" Isabella asked aghast and Rose's eyes fled to hers.
"He…he will be back." Rose said weakly as she sniffled.
"Back? He took the money you've been saving. He took everything you had and he left you waiting for him at the docks. How stupid are you girl?" the Madame said rudely and Isabella flinched at the harsh words as if they were directed towards her.
"I am not stupid." Rose spat and Isabella started fidgeting.
"You must be if you believed the words of a man." Madame Angelique stated quite solidly.
"You're saying that because you're jealous!" Rose suddenly cried and the Madame laughed but not unkindly.
"Jealous? Oh, my dear, you are deluded." She said shaking her head and Isabella looked between the two of them nervously. She wondered why the rest of the girls weren't down yet.
Probably too drunk and tired…She reminded herself sadly.
"I don't want to be buried in here like you! I want to get out of here!" Rose said with anguish and Isabella bit her lip. The girl was right and it seemed like she had hit a nerve because Madame Angelique was glaring at her furiously.
"Watch your mouth, girl. And how will you get free when all your money's gone? I told you many times before that one wrong step and I won't take you back. Don't make me regret my decision to let you stay under my roof." The Madame hissed before she turned and stomped up the stairs.
"Remove the filth from her, Bella. The customers won't pay for her if she's not presentable." She called without a backward glance and dead silence fell over the two girls as Isabella mutely helped Rose to her feet and led her to the washroom.
Isabella finished tying the laces on Rose's dress and stepped back.
"Are you feeling better now?" Isabella asked and Rose looked at her.
"I wish I could be you right now." Rose stated and Isabella frowned.
"No, you wouldn't."
"Yes, I would. Then I wouldn't feel the way I feel." Rose whispered as she looked away.
"Do…you love him?" she asked and Rose stiffened before she nodded with great reluctance.
"What's his name?" Isabella asked.
"William. Don't say it to the Madame." Rose warned and Isabella nodded.
"I won't. I promise…Why did he leave?" she asked and Rose's eyes filled with unshed tears.
"I don't know." Her voice trembled when she answered and Isabella bit her lip.
"Maybe it's for the best…?" she offered and Rose turned sharply to glare at her.
"What do you know? You haven't loved anyone! You're just a child, living in your bubble. In your own world. Do what I do for one day and then come talk to me again." Rose snapped before she hurriedly walked away, leaving her alone in her room with a muttered 'fool'.
When Isabella walked outside Rose's room she came face to face with Madame Angelique.
"Come to my room. I want to talk to you." The Madame said brusquely and Isabella nodded. She followed the older woman to her room and once the door was shut the Madame turned to her.
"Sit." It was not an offer but a command.
Isabella did and shifted in the expensive seat nervously as Madame Angelique started pacing her room.
"Did she say anything while you were alone?" she asked Isabella and the young woman shook her head.
"No. She barely talked to me. She is really upset." Isabella said quietly.
"And she should be. She should also be ashamed. I shouldn't have taken her in after what she did."
"She was supposed to at least warn me that she was going to leave!" the Madame snapped and Isabella paused before her eyes widened.
"You were worried about her!" she exclaimed and Angelique scoffed.
"Don't be ridiculous, girl."
"You were worried." Isabella was amused and the Madame sniffed irritably.
"Alright, I was. But don't let her know that." She said pointing a finger at Isabella.
"I won't." she promised.
"How did you know where Sparrow was that night?" The Madame asked and Isabella froze in her seat.
"Um…I saw him as I passed by Rose's room. He was drunk." She quickly explained and the Madame narrowed her eyes at her.
"So, he just fell asleep?"
"I think so. While waiting for Rose of course." Isabella said slowly.
"Hmm…I hope he doesn't remember anything. I'd really hate it if he asked for his money back." Madame Angelique said with irritation and Isabella gulped.
Oh, he won't. He got served alright. She thought as a fierce blush crept up her cheeks.
"Well the next time he comes be sure to serve him extra rum on the house…What's wrong with you, girl?" Angelique asked as she noticed Isabella's flushed cheeks.
"You're terribly flushed."
"I…Perhaps I caught a cold. I do feel a bit hot." Isabella said as she abruptly stood up and smoothed down her robe.
"Stay inside then." The Madame said as she waved her away.
"Go rest now. I'll see you later." Isabella was dismissed and she quietly left the room, breathing a sigh of relief as soon as she was out.
"Isabella? Bella!" Madame Angelique called and Isabella peeked up at her from behind the bar.
"What are you doing there? Fill these." The Madame said amused and Isabella straightened to fill the mugs with rum. She stepped a little to the left so she was hidden behind the Madame but she still could see him out of the corner of her eyes as he drank from his mug and looked around the tavern as if searching for something.
She poured the rum and Annabelle, one of the serving girls, picked them up and brought them to Sparrow's table.
Isabella leaned down and started dusting the lower shelves of the counter when Madame Angelique tapped her shoulder.
"What's up with you, Bella? You're not that shy sitting there, are you?" the older woman asked and Isabella cleared her throat.
"No…It's just it's been this man who stares at me and it…annoys me." She shrugged and the Madame laughed.
"Well, who is he?"
"Um…" Isabella pretended to look around and then she smiled sheepishly, "I don't see him at the moment."
"Well, I'll leave you to play hide and seek then." The other woman laughed before she walked away and headed for… Jack Sparrow.
"Evening, Captain. Good to see you returned." Madame Angelique smiled at the pirate.
Jack looked up at her as if broken from his reverie and offered her a grin.
"Evening to you too, me lady." He said as he took a sip from his mug.
"Could I perhaps fix you with some company tonight?" the Madame asked and Isabella could see but couldn't hear what they were saying.
"Oh, yes. I've been wondering about that lass…you know…strange eye color…smells of vanilla…Rings a bell?" Jack asked with hand gestures and the Madame frowned.
"Um…what about Marie?" she pointed at the brunette a few feet away and Jack frowned.
"Um…no, I don't think…" the Captain shook his head but then the Madame gasped.
"How about Carmen? She's from Spain." She winked and Jack grinned, the vanilla girl forgotten momentarily.
"Spain, eh? Alright." He agreed and Isabella watched form her corner as he was introduced to Carmen.
She realized that she didn't need to hide from that point forward because the pirate was preoccupied with his new companion. When he stood up to follow her in one of the rooms, Isabella flinched and looked away, waiting for them to pass but she couldn't help but look up just as they passed by her to get to the stairs. At that moment he looked up too and locked eyes with her for a second. She was shocked when he nodded at her and winked before he turned and walked away with Carmen.
One thing was for certain; Jack Sparrow definitely did not know who she was.
End of chapter 2
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