Dion comes back into the room a little short after, not saying a word, instantly starting to pat the room down, picking up Isaac's things, packing them up. I watch him quietly for a few seconds when he starts to yell at Angela in Italian, a not so nice tone, she quickly yells back in English and storms out of the room.

I glance down at Isaac to make sure that he's okay and still breathing before getting off the bed and ask Dion what's wrong.

He ignores me the first two times, but I don't think its intentionally, he's too preoccupied with whatever he's doing.

I grab onto his arm, attempting to stop him, and he instantly turns around, almost as if I actually scared him. "What's going on?"

"He's coming," he mumbles, zipping up the black duffle bag in front of him.

"Who is?" I frown as Dion grabs the bag, walking out of the bedroom and I follow behind him.

"Dion, who's coming?!" I ask again and pause in the middle of the door way when I see Angela doing the same thing that Dion was doing in the bedroom. She's cleaning up the place.

Dion tosses the bag onto the couch in the living room, walking back into the bedroom, well at least he tried but im currently still in the way. He stops in front of me but doesn't say anything, he stares at me for a couple seconds, expecting me to move out of the way but I don't, I deserve to know what's going on just as much as them. "What's going on?" I ask for a third time.

Dion sighs deeply, kindly pulling me out of the way. "Dion-"

"Mr. Matteo, Hailey." Dion grumbles over his shoulder. "He's on his way over here, and if I don't have this place spotless, hiding anything and everything that Isaac has been doing this weekend, we're both gonna fucking be dead." I stare at him a bit confused. Both? "Me and him I mean.. So please be a doll and stay out of the way."

"How can I help," I tell him. "What should I do?"

"You're fine, Red, this doesn't concern you."

"Oh my fücking god, Dion! Just tell me what the fuck to do and let me help!"

He narrows his eyes at me for a few seconds but then they start to relax, "the bathroom," he replies. "Make sure there's nothing in there that's gonna get him in trouble."

I nod my head, glancing over at Isaac one last time before heading into the restroom. To my surprise the bathrooms actually pretty clean, there's nothing in here but a few towels laying on the ground. I check under the sink, in the drawers, behind the mirror just to be safe, but find nothing. I pick up the two towels from the floor and hang them on the towel rack, when there's some loud banging coming from outside of the room.

I walk out of the bathroom, but never get the chance to step out of the bedroom because Mr. Matteo and another big scary guy are storming in. Mr. Matteo and I make eye contact for a quick second before he goes to attend his unconscious son, and the big scary guy is now marching in my direction and I find myself cowering backwards.

"Not her," Mr. Matteo snarls deeply, and the big guy pauses a couple feet away from me. He nods one single time, and takes a few steps back never taking his eyes off of me and it's starts to make me a little uncomfortable. "When did he call you?"

I turn in the direction from where Mr. Matteo's voice is coming from, he's now siting on the bed, with Isaac's head on his lap, attempting to wake him up.

"I believe I asked you a question, Ms. Summers." He growls impatiently, never taking his gaze off of his son.

"Y-yes, I'm sorry. Um, almost two hours ago."

Mr. Matteo doesn't say anything after that, he continues to lightly shake Isaac just like Dion had done so when we first got here. Isaac actually groans softly when his dad shakes him for a third time. "Come on, son, wake up."

I anxiously wrap my arms around me, inching a bit closer to them when I notice Isaac start to stir a bit. He starts to slowly lift his eye lids, but it seems to be a genuine struggle to keep them open. He looks up at his dad with that same distant, lost, look from earlier.

"D-dad?" Isaac's voice comes out so soft and weak that it's barely audible.

"Yeah son, it's me, I'm here."

But Isaac instantly goes back to being unconscious, and I swear that I can feel Mr. Matteo fuming from where I'm standing. He loses all the delicacy he had in his voice while talking to his son, and is now brutally snapping his fingers at the guy standing at the end of the room. "Get me a fucking ambulance! And Ricci!"

The big fella instantly nods his head, rushing out of the room, and Mr. Matteo carefully gets up from the bed. He removes his suit jacket, tossing it on a near by chair, starting to roll his sleeve's up, "I suggest you leave the room, Ms. Summers."

My anxiety immediately rises and I take a step back, attempting to swallow my fear of what's to come, but I really don't want to leave Isaac's side until I know he's okay. "With all due respect, sir," inch closer towards the bed, towards his son, my voice coming out extremely shaky. "I.. I would very much so like to stay with Isaac."

Mr. Matteo never once loses the intense, stern, look on his face as he continues to roll his sleeve up on his left arm, and waves towards the bed. "Be my guest, but I warned you, Ms. Summers."

I nod my head taking Mr. Matteo's position on the bed, swallowing the knot that has formed at the back of my throat. When Dion's being brutally shoved into the room by another big scary guy. He places his hand on Dion's shoulder, keeping his hold on him, when he kicks the back of his legs and Dion's instantly falling onto his knees, the big scary guy stays standing behind him, grabbing a handful of his hair, yanking his head back.

Dion immediately winces, his hand flying up to the big scary guys, his nostrils flaring, and my heart starts to race incredibly fast. Yeah I shouldn't have stayed, I should've left just like Mr. Matteo suggested I do, I want to leave, but I'm honestly afraid to move from my spot. Dion glances over at me for a quick second and I see something in his eyes that I've never seen before, fear. Mr. Matteo claps his hands together gaining mine and Dion's attention, as he slowly starts to make his way over to him and I instantly notice the gun tucked at the back of his slacks.

"Care to explain this, Ricci?!" Mr. Matteo points behind him as he continues to walk towards Dion, I know for a fact that he's not talking about me, he's referring to Isaac.

"He-" Dion gulps deeply, changing his choice of words. "I found him like that, sir."

"But how did he get this way, Dion! Because I'm having a very hard time putting the pieces together."

"I don't know, sir."

I hear the hit before I could even process what had just happened, immediately flinching at the sound of the impact from where I sat. Dion threatens to fall over onto his side the second Mr. Matteo's fist connects with his face, but the big scary guy standing behind him prevents it from happening, his death grip still around him.

"This is needing immediate assistance, Ricci!" Mr. Matteo enraged. "Being in bad shape is what you're gonna be once I'm done with you! What the fuck am I suppose to tell my wife, huh? That I finally found our son drugged up in a hotel somewhere?!"

Mr. Matteo's fist connects with Dion's face for a second time, but this time Dion actually falls over on his hands and knee's. Isaac's dad then crouches down to Dion's level, grabbing a handful of his hair like Mr. Bodyguard had done so earlier. "You're lucky your dads a good friend of mine, or you'd be leaving here in a stretcher too." He releases Dion's head, standing back up. "What the fuck is my son doing on this side of the town, alone, Ricci?"

Dion shakes his head silently, spitting what I could only assume is blood onto the floor, "I don't know," he turns to look at him.

"Get up!" And he does immediately, with no hesitation.

"I don't know why he's here, I don't know what he's been up too, I don't know how he got like that, I swear, Carmelo. Check my phone, please. I've been calling him, I've been texting him, you name it, since Friday, he's been dodging me, avoiding everyone. I only found him because of Summers, because out of all us he chose to call her, he chose to reach out to her and only her."

"That's what I'm having trouble understanding, Ricci. Not that he chose to call Ms. Summers over his best friends, I'm very well aware about his feeling towards her. What I can't seem to possibly understand is how was Isaac able to make a phone call, let alone send a text message to her," Mr. Matteo points back at me. "When he can't even keep his eyes open for longer than two seconds!"

Dion falls silent, averting his gaze down at the ground, away from Mr. Matteo, not having the answer he desperately wants. Sadly, what Mr. Matteo was saying was actually starting to make sense. I glanced down at Isaac on my lap, running my hand through his soft, dark, locks, how did you text me?

"I want to know what he's on. I want to know what he took, who gave it to him, who actually had the fücking balls to sell my son drugs. I want to know who crossed me, I wanna know everything! Where he's fucking been, who he's fucking been with! EVERYTHING!!"

"Yes sir," both Dion and the big scary guy answer simultaneously.

I slightly tilt my head, frowning a bit as I stare at Dion. Isaac clearly wasn't here alone, so why did Dion say that he didn't know when Mr. Matteo had asked. Why didn't he bring her up, why didn't he mention Layla to him, she was obviously here if the rooms under her fucking name. I thought about opening my mouth for a second, but I actually felt guilty that Dion would probably get into even bigger trouble than he already was. I could only imagine how mad Mr. Matteo would been if Dion and Angela hadn't cleaned up Isaac's mess up before he got here. Where the hell was Angela anyway? 

~~~~

"Red.."

"Hmm?" I groaned sluggishly. I could feel Dion's hand on my right shoulder, lightly shaking it. I didn't have to open my eyes to know it was Dion, he was the only person who referred to me as Red.

"Red, wake up."

I opened my eyes to find him crouching down next to the hospital chair/bed thingy I was laying in, his hand still placed on my shoulder.

"Go home, Red, get some dinner, rest, I'll stay with him."

I stretched my body out slowly, shaking my head no, "I want to be here when he wakes up," I murmured, turning to look in front of me.

I couldn't help the sadness that washed over me as I watched Isaac lay there, asleep, in the hospital bed in the middle of the room. Mr. Matteo of course made sure of it that Isaac got his own private room rather than wait in the crowded emergency room.

The paramedics showed up to the hotel room almost immediately after the whole incident with Mr. Matteo and Dion. I of course was asked to leave the room, while Dion got escorted out just as brutally as he was shoved in. I found Angela waiting down in the lobby with two of Mr. Matteo's scary body guards standing next to her, her eyes puffy and blood shot red from crying. She ran over to me the second she spotted me getting out of the elevator, asking me if he was okay, what was happening, little did I know was that she was referring to Dion and not Isaac.

She of coursed cared and asked about Isaac, but she seemed to be a little more worried about Dion at the time, and I now understood why. Mr. Matteo continued to yell at Dion for a bit longer before the paramedics got there. Talking about how he was so lucky that I was in the room and that he should be thanking me, that he didn't want to leave a bad impression, if not he would've had it way worse.

Half an hour later we were loading up into Dion's Jeep, driving back to town, to the hospital Isaac was being taken to actually. The drive there was almost unbearable, filled with nothing but a tedious silence. Dion didn't say anything, Angela didn't say anything, I didn't say anything, we drove in complete and utter silence. The only time that Dion and Angela spoke was to bicker about whether she was going home or not, she wanted to go to the hospital so bad, but apparently her dad had different plans for her and wanted her home immediately.

I felt a little uncomfortable being alone with Dion at first, but it wasn't like a bad type of uncomfortable where I didn't trust him, because I did, it was more so of it being weird. Isaac and Angela were always around, we never had that one on one friend moment bond, not that we were friends or anything, at least I didn't think we were, I was just a job to him remember. He tried taking me home after we dropped Angela off at her house, but I refused to go, I wanted to be with Isaac, I wanted to know what was wrong, if he was gonna be okay, and quite frankly if I'm being honest I was actually worried about Dion too.

I didn't know him personally but after today, after what happened in that room, I realized just how much pressure, weight, and stress he probably had to deal with, and he did a very good job at hiding it, unless it really didn't bother him, but I'm sure it did, it had too. Dion and I ended up beating Mr. Matteo to the emergency room, apparently he went home first to pick up Isaac's mom, and then headed back here. Dion and I were in the waiting room still when Mr. Matteo barged in, clinging onto a weeping Adriana. He snapped his fingers once and Dion immediately stood up, reaching for my hand and pulled me along with him, with them. 

Mr. Matteo's temper and patience only grew worse and worse the longer we waited back there, and decided to put his powerful, mafia, leader, authority into action. Isaac was then immediately moved up to the third floor, with his own private room, set of nurses, and doctor. It didn't take them long to start running test, and get results back faster than I could ever imagine. Funny what a wad of money and respect can do to get things done around here.

Mr. Matteo, his wife, Dion, and I were all waiting patiently in a near by waiting room, with four of Mr. Matteo's men standing near by when Dr. Puñez finally came out to talk to us, well Mr. Matteo. Dr. Puñez almost looked nervous to be in Mr. Matteo's presence, he stood up while the rest of us had remained seated. Dr. Puñez spoke in a calm, deep, voice, glancing over to Mrs. Matteo every now and then, her eyes only begun to cry even more and more.

Turns out that Isaac had multiple traces of controlled substance's in his blood. Dr. Puñez used a bunch of fancy medical terminology that I did not understand and had to ask Dion what they meant.

He nervously explained to Mr. Matteo how they found traces of MDMA in Isaac's blood, which apparently was the medical term for ecstasy, traces of Hydrochloride, which was cocaine, and then he used another big fancy word, Rohypnol. Turns out that the big R word was also known to be a "date rape" drug, and would explain the state Isaac was in.

Dr. Puñez then explained that the Rohypnol took a stronger affect on Isaac's body, seeing how he already had other drugs in his blood stream, and explained how dangerous it could be to have a combination of them in your system, especially with Rohypnol and cocaine together.

He said that we were lucky Isaac had slept most of it off already, that his body was probably throwing up anything left in him, he just needed rest, he should be waking up in a few hours. He also explained just how dehydrated Isaac was so they put an IV in him with some fluids, this way they could flush anything else that was left inside of him.

Dr. Puñez quietly asked Mr. Matteo if he for any second thought that there was someone out there who would want to harm his son, possibly slip him the date rape drug, and Mr. Matteo instantly shook his head no, saying "not that he knew of."

He then proceeded to ask if Isaac had a constant use of these types of drugs, that there was a rehabilitation center down the street where he could admit Isaac to go get help, and I nearly wanted to laugh in my seat. Isaac didn't have an addiction to any type of drugs, at least not that I knew of, but I didn't say anything, Dion did. Mr. Matteo immediately turned around scolding him as he tried to reassure him that his son didn't have an addiction, that this was a first, something had to happen for him to do something like this.

Mr. Matteo didn't really say anything after that and Dr. Puñez kindly dismissed himself. Mrs. Matteo in other words was hysterical, crying her beautiful eyes out as her husband tried to comfort her. He demanded that Dion and I wait in the room with Isaac, for him to wake up, because if he did it he would kill him right there and then.

I must of fallen asleep without realizing it after awhile, "what time is it?" I croaked.

Dion looks down at his expensive watch on his wrist, "quarter till 9."

"How long was I asleep?" I turn to look at the clock on the wall near the entrance of the room. It was 8:48 pm. We've been here for about 7 hours already and Isaac still hadn't woke up.

"Couple of hours maybe.. You need to eat, Hailey, you barely touched your lunch today."

I softly shook my head, pushing myself up on the lounge chair, "I'll eat after he wakes up, I promise."

Dion narrows his eyes at me, a slow smile attempting to cross his face, "I had a feeling you'd say that." He places a brown bag on my lap with a big yellow M on the front, and I stare at him confusingly. "His mom keeps asking about you and how you're doing, she really like you ya know.. I told them you had fell asleep, and how you've been refusing to eat, so Mr. Matteo sent his guys to go get food," he glances down at the bag. "KP said you're a feen for chicken nuggets."

I snort softly looking into the bag to find a 20 piece nugget with an endless amount of ketchup, "he told you?"

He nods, finally getting up from the ground, and walks over to the small table in the room where there's two drinks and another brown bag on top of it. He grabs one of the cups and walks back over, handing me the drink, "I know a lot more about you than you think, Red.. It's Dr. Pepper."

"I know, it's your job, I get it.." I mutter.

Dion laughs deeply, but quietly so he doesn't wake Isaac up, "I shouldn't have said that, I'm sorry. I was annoyed."

"So it's not your job?"

"No it is," he smiles, inclining his head towards the small table. "You can join me, I'll be nice, I promise."

I smile nodding my head and remove the blue hospital blanket from my lap, and go sit with Dion on the small table. We quietly pull our food out of our bags and I notice that Dion has a couple McChickens and some large fries, he smiles placing the fries in between the both us, indicating that he's willing to share and I smile shaking my head no.

We eat in silence for a couple of minutes when Dion talks with a mouth full of food, "a job is a paid position, and I don't get paid to look after you, Hailey. I do it because KP's my best friend, because you make him happy, because I care and I actually like you, you're pretty chill once you get comfortable around someone."

I laugh softly dipping my nugget into my little pile of ketchup, "does this mean I can stop referring you to Isaac's friend?"

He chuckle's tossing a fry into his mouth, "yeah, we're friends."

"Cool," i smile. "I'm sorry for yelling at you earlier."

"Don't stress it, Red, we both said some shit we probably didn't mean."

"I know, I'm just sorry," I sighed.

"I'm gonna talk to him," he says looking back at Isaac on the bed behind him. Dion turns back around, a stern look on his face, "I should've said something that day, I shouldn't have let him blown up like that, but I was scared," he murmurs.

"You were scared?" I scoffed.

He hmph's nodding his head, "everyone's afraid of something, Red. I was afraid to speak up, to get in the middle of it, his rage. I didn't want to be at the end of it. I've known Isaac since we were kids, I've seen him blow up multiple times, I've seen what he could do. He has his dads temper, he hates to admit it, but he's exactly like him. He has one of the nastiest shortest tempers, but he really loves you unconditionally and would do anything for those he cares about. Im not like everyone else, I'm not afraid of Isaac, i was afraid of what he could've said being in that state of mind. I was afraid of what I could've said back, I'm not no bitch and I wouldn't have let myself get yelled at for no reason. I was afraid of arguing with my best friend and saying some pretty hurtful shit that could put our friendship in jeopardy. I was afraid of physically having to fight him, because knowing him he probably would've fucking came at me. I'm still trying to process it myself, why he did what he did, when he's head over heals for you. I mean he never shuts the fuck about you, its kind of annoying sometimes," he chuckles softly.

"He doesn't know how to deal with emotions if you couldn't tell. He talks out of anger, most of us do, but KP really can't help himself. He bottles everything up rather than talking to Ang and I until he can't hold it in anymore, and just explodes. He always regrets it in the end and punishes himself for it, but he really out did himself this time."

I stare at Dion at a loss for words, I didn't know what to say, or think, it was all too much for me right now. All I had on my mind was the hope that he would wake up soon enough so I can go back home, forget all this ever happened.

"He hit you so hard," I whispered referring to his already bruised cheek. Dion smiles sadly looking away from me, glancing down at his food. "Has he- um.. has he ever.. you know before." I stammer not really knowing what I'm trying to say.

Dion on the other hand understands what I'm trying to ask, and shakes his head no. "It was a first."

"I'm so sorry, Dion.."

His lips tug to the side in a small smile as he shakes his head, when my ears pick up on a soft groan coming from behind him. Having heard the soft voice as well, Dion immediately turns around and is quickly flying out of his chair. It was Isaac, he wasn't fully awake yet, but he appeared to be having some type of bad dream. He was slowly tossing his head from side to side, occasionally groaning here and there.

I quickly got up from my chair standing at the end of the bed, as Dion walked beside it, taking a seat on it and reached for Isaac's arm lightly shaking it. "KP wake up." When he doesn't respond, Dion shakes his arm a little harder and raises his voice a bit, "wake up, Isaac!"

Isaac's eyes snap open and he immediately sat bolted up in the bed, "hey, hey, hey," Dion coo's, placing his hands on Isaac's shoulders. "You're okay, it was just a bad dream, KP."

Isaac stares at Dion a bit confused, his chest rising up and down, slightly frowning, "D-Dion?"

"Yeah man, its me, you're alright."

Isaac instantly sits up and reaches his arms around Dion pulling him in for a hug, and I take this as my cue to go tell his parents he's awake. I run out of the room and down the hallway, the waiting room wasn't far from Isaac's room so I got there in no time. I come to a complete stop when I see Mr. Matteo talking to one of his men, his arm wrapped around his wife who's now asleep on his shoulder.

He cuts his conversation short looking over in my direction, eyeing me weirdly, waiting for me to say something. "H-he's awake," I point back behind me.

He nods slowly removing his arm from around his wife, gently laying her down on the row of chairs, walking towards me, only he doesn't stop he continues to head for the room and I have to keep up with his fast pace. Mr. Matteo stops in front of me just as he's about to enter the room, and turns to look behind him.

"Did you eat?" He whispers, although there's still a roughness to his strong voice.

I nod, "yes, thank you."

He sends a half ass smile my way and turns back around, walking into the room, but I don't follow him in just yet. I actually stay glued to my spot, a sudden heavy weight on my chest that's making it hard to breathe, and a nauseousness in my stomach. I take a deep breath exhaling it slowly trying to ease the nerves, and it comes out as shaky as ever, so I repeat the process two more times until my breathing finally evens out. I slowly make my way back into the room and notice Dion standing off to the side, Mr. Matteo now in his place on the bed, and my heart instantly sinks to the bottom of my stomach.

Mr. Matteo had his arms wrapped around a crying Isaac, holding him close to him as he continued to brake down in his dads embrace, his face buried deep into the crook of his dads neck, his own arms wrapped around him too. My eyes immediately started to glister with tears as I listen to Isaac cry and visibly shake from how hard he was actually crying.

"It's alright son, let it all out," Mr. Matteo spoke so gently, running his hand up and down Isaac's back.

Isaac lets out another heartbreaking sob and Mr. Matteo only tightens his grip around him, "shhhh, you're fine, son.. You should've came to us, Antonio, I wish you would've told me. I am so sorry for putting you under that much pressure."

Isaac continues to cry, but he's not sobbing anymore, he's at that stage where he's just breathing hard. Mr. Matteo loosens his hold from around Isaac, gently pulling apart from him, "stop crying," he tells him.

Using his thumbs he wipes the tears that are still falling from his son's eyes, "listen to me, KP. I was way out of line, and I am so sorry if I was the reason that drove you to do all this, son. I should've never said any of those things, I should've never took my anger out on you, I shouldn't have filled your head with all those things. I would never want to get in the way of your happiness, son. I actually like her for you, she balances you out just like your mother does with me. Yeah she drives me crazy at times, but I wouldn't trade her for anything in this world.. Fix it," he commands, waving a hand behind him, at me, indicating that I inch closer, and I immediately panic shaking my head no. I want to run out of the room, but Dion's quickly making his way to me, he grabs my arm pulling me towards the bed.

"If your mother and I could get through half the shit we went through, you can get through this, son. Love can be such a beautiful thing, but no one said it would be easy. It's a scary thing, and your gonna have more hard times, but you only get a love like this once in a life time, so please don't let it go over some foolish things your old man said, I wouldn't be able to live with the guilt knowing that I was the cause of this."

For the first time in what seems to feel like forever, Isaac shifts his puffy, blood shot, eyes over in my direction, as if he knew I was standing here the whole time. A second later he's looking back at his dad, who's now getting up from the bed. "We'll give you some space," Mr. Matteo places a hand on the middle of my back, gently pushing me forward. "Let's go, Ricci."

I watch Mr. Matteo and Dion walk out of the room, closing the door behind them, leaving Isaac and I alone. My stomach has one of the biggest knots of all time, and I do not want to turn around and face the dumb, handsome, Italian behind me. That heavy weight on my chest is back and tears are slowly starting to stream down my face. I tilt my head up, looking at the ceiling, attempting to stop the slow stream but I can't.

"Hail..."

I shake my head no, my back still facing him, while letting out a small quiet sob.

"Look at me, Hailey. Please."

I gather any little strength I had left to stop the tears from running down my cheeks, and turn to look at Isaac.

My heart instantly throbs at the sight of him. He's just laying there, well he's siting up on the bed, looking just as sad and broken as I am, tears still threatening to stroll down his beautiful olive skin. He lifts his left hand off the bed, waving me over to him. I stare at his hand, at him, for a couple seconds, deciding whether I want to do this right now or not, and eventually take a step closer to him. He immediately wraps his hand around my arm, pulling me into him, onto the bed, embracing me in one of the tightest hugs I've ever experienced in my life.

I don't necessarily embrace him back just yet, I actually can't move, and it's not because of Isaac's tight hold around me, I'm frozen in my spot. It takes about 4.8 seconds for my brain to process what's actually happening, and only then do the waterworks come. I slowly creep my arms around Isaac, hugging him back, taking everything in and slowly begin to break down in his arms just like he had in his dads. I sobbed into his chest, into his hospital gown, realizing just how much I missed this, him, being in his embrace, his strong hands, the way he would grip my body, the way he made me feel wanted, secure, everything.

"I am so sorry," he cries into my hair, holding me closer to him. "I can't-," he pauses for a brief second, getting choked up on his own tears. "I don't even know where to start, Hail.. I'm so sorry for everything," he places a hand on the back of my head, kissing the side of it. "I can't even begin to explain how fücking sorry I am. God I'm sorry for being a fucking asshole, for hanging up on you, for putting you through all this, everything. I wish that I could take it all back."

He pulls away from me, his hands now cupping my face, and our lips are connecting in the next two seconds, "I love you so fücking much," he murmurs, going back in for a second kiss, but I'm quick to pull my face away, placing my hands on his chest, shoving him back some.

"You think just because you said sorry a few times, and a I love you, Im suppose to be head over heals and forgive you?" I scoff, tears still trailing down my face.

"What? God no," he shakes his head.

I abruptly stand up from the bed, "look at where you're at, Isaac! Why the hell would you do this to yourself?!" He immediately looks away from me, staring off to the ground. "ANSWER ME!"

"I don't know.." he replies awfully calm. "I couldn't bare the fucking thought of missing you. I was mad at myself for the things I had said to you."

"So getting high and sleeping with the town slut was your answer?" I retorted.

"No," he snickers softly, aggravating me even more than I already was.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing," he licks his lips, they were so dry from him being dehydrated. "I like this new side of you, it's feisty, hot."

"Are you serious right now?!" I scoffed.

His sly little grin immediately vanishes from his face, as he shakes his head slowly. "I fucked up, Hail, I know I did, bad. I'm so sorry, give me a chance to make it right, please. I'll do anything, baby. Just give me a second chance, I wanna fix this."

"You can start by not calling me baby."

Isaac actually looks a little taken back, and I'm a little surprised with myself as well. I would've thought that the second I seen him I would've went crying back to him, forgive him for everything he did, pretend like it never happened, it's why I wanted to leave right away, why I wanted to avoid him. But turns out that I'm a lot stronger than I would've thought, and I was actually pretty proud of myself right now.

I wipe the couple tears that are left from my face, and turn around to grab my bag from the ground. "Hail, please don't go, talk to me."

I sling my bag on my shoulder and turn to face Isaac, tears still threatening to fall from my eyes, but this time they're not out of sadness, they're from anger. "You mean the same way I asked you to talk to me that day? The same way I begged you not to leave?!"

Isaac doesn't say anything, he can't, I know he can't. He breaks our eye contact, looking anywhere but towards me.

"You know, I'm still trying to decided whether to be mad or hurt and honestly, I think I'm gonna chose to be mad at you, because I'm tried of being hurt, I'm tired of crying. As much as I missed you, I can't stand to look at your fucking face right now knowing that you were with her all these days, and I'm willing to bet everything that she had something to do with why you're here, right?" His silence gives me the answer I need.

I nod my head, starting to walk towards the door, "Hail, please."

"I really do hope that it was worth it, Isaac, because any little hope I had of fixing this," i wave my finger back forth, from me to him. "Flew out the fucking window when we found out that you put that room under her name. I only stayed here because I was worried, because I was being dumb still, I wanted to see if you were okay, and now that I see you are I'm gonna go."

"Hailey, stop, please."

I turn to look at him, letting out a breathy type of laugh. "I'm trying to remember exactly what you said, I think it was something along the lines like, don't call me, don't look for me, don't do anything, Isaac, because I'm done."

Hi babies, I hope you enjoyed the chapter, like always please don't forget vote, comment, share, whatever your little heart desires. I'm sorry that it took so long in the weekend to update. I know that I usually have a chapter up by Friday/Friday night, or even Saturday morning at the latest, but I'm currently going through some personal problems and really couldn't find it in me to concentrate enough to write, but I hope you guys enjoyed it anyways and that you're having a great weekend 💕

-K.