Through the Looking Glass Read Free Page B

the water below. An antique cedar robe stood in front of the bed that was covered in an off-white bed spread. The canopy of the bed was covered with a plaid grey and white material that was tied to the four posts of the bed and could be untied to let the curtains fall and enclose the bed for added privacy. A fireplace sat between the cedar robe and a taller chest of drawers that had a flat screen television sitting on top of it. The bathroom, which was off to the left hand side of bed, had a large tub for soaking and a stand-alone shower. The walls in there were covered with white and green ceramic tiles that added to the overall look of the bathroom. A small desk sat on another wall close to the sitting area that faced the bay. Two night stands graced each side of the bed and each had a lamp sitting on top that matched the décor of the room. The last thing that caught Isobel’s eye was the tall stand up mirror that stood off to the side in another corner.
     
                  She walked over to it and could immediately tell that it was quite old. She ran her hand down the side of the spindles that held the mirror up on its wooden frame. The reflection she saw in the mirror wasn’t quite the same person she was used to seeing staring back at her. Her long, wavy, brown hair was tied back in a ponytail that was windblown. Hints of auburn color sporadically lightened her hair to the point that it looked she had a head full of auburn hair when out in the sun. The emerald green eyes that stared back at her were very sad looking while her cheeks were tinted pink because of the wind outside when she arrived. She turned to the side to get a side view of her body which stood only five feet two inches tall. Her small stature had never bothered her until one night when Daniel had commented on it and made fun of her. It wasn’t as if she could do anything about it she told him in self-defense. She also had more than her fair share of curves which also made her self-conscious. Her mother had told her once that her hips were made for having babies and that she probably wouldn’t have any problems bringing a baby into the world. Of course she had been mortified by her mother’s comments especially since she had said it in front of her father. She took one last look at her appearance, shrugged then walked away from the image.
     
                  “I need a bath,” she said out loud.
     
                  The floor tiles of the bath room were cold under her bare feet but it wouldn’t matter much once she was in the hot water that was now streaming out of the faucet head. She quickly undressed than stepped into the steaming water, sinking up to her chin in its heat.
     
                  “God, this feels wonderful.” She leaned her head back on the rim of the tub and closed her eyes. She could stay in this place forever and forget about everything that had happened to her recently. Her life was turned upside down and she didn’t have a clue on how to adjust to it. Never in all her life would she have thought she would be in the predicament she was in at the moment. Images of her mother lying on the kitchen floor flashed under her closed eyes. The sound of the gun popping still echoed in her head. Each time she closed her eyes at night she could hear her parents’ screams. She relived it over and over again until she thought she would go crazy trying to make sense of it. Her parents were gone and there wasn’t a damn thing she could do about. She would have to get herself through this one way or another. She wasn’t going to let Daniel rule the rest of her life.
     
     
     
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                  The days passed quickly for Isobel and before she knew it she had been at the Tower for a week. Everyone at the Tower were extremely nice and welcoming to her and soon learned of her story. Mrs. Bailey told her she could stay for however long she needed to stay without