Arrghhghh

My head is literally pounding. This is worst than the first time I had a hangover. I feel like I just can't move like I am heavy. Bile flys up my throat and I quickly fly up despite the pain and turn to my side and get the garbage can Issac set up for me and empty out, hopefully, all the remains of the alcohol from my system. Once I am done, I drop the can back on the floor. I collapse back on the bed and I turn to my right to not see Issac, but find a tray with orange juice, aspirin, and a note.

I quickly take the aspirin and then open the note.

Morning!

The hangover isn't so nice, is it? You learned your lesson? I guess we will find out when you get downstairs. There is a towel and rag and some clothes in my bathroom so you can shower. Afterwards come downstairs.

-I.E.

That little petty bastard.

I trudge my way to the bathroom and strip off my clothes and hop in the shower. This isn't even a shower. It's an entire room of its own because of its humongous size. Issac has several varieties of soap products and hair products in here all imported from different countries like Italy, France, England, etc.

After my shower, I assess the clothes Issac wants me to put on. They are his clothes. They even smell like him. He gave me a huge thrasher shirt that fits more like a dress on me and Jordan's basketball shorts. I put my hair in a messy ponytail on top my head. I look at myself in the mirror and I look terrible, like my face is drained of color. And worst of all, I look like a potato head. I go back to the bed and take up the plastic bag out the garbage can with my vomit in it and go downstairs with the tied garbage bag. Issac is sat on a stool in front of an island drinking something out of a mug. I sneak up behind him and yell 'Boo!'.

"Ahhh" Issac deadpans.

"Jerk" I mutter and i throw out the vomit bag and then walk back over to him and sit next to him

"You know it's very distracting when you stare at me." I say with a smirk on my face.

"You do look good in my clothes. Oh, and I distract you. Am i a distraction Bay Stewart?" He moves closer to me and looks at me with those annoyingly intense eyes.

"N-no" i say and curse myself for stuttering over my words making Isaac smirk. He says nothing further about that.

"Have you learned your lesson?" He asks.

"Never drink..?"

"Oh no. Not that. I guarantee you there will be another time in your life when you will drink. Probably by the end of senior year too, but you need to know your limits. 2 shots of tequila makes you basically drunk. I don't know how much you drank yesterday, but whatever. Just don't drink irresponsibly. Do you remember anything from yesterday?"

I try to jog my memory, but I am coming up blank and it's frustrating me.

"No."

"Good. You would suffer from major embarrassment."

"Oh God Issac what did I do?"

"You were sitting on some guys lap in a bar and he had a boner and you were probably going to touch it without really knowing what it was. You were playing cards with a bunch of 20 somethin' year old men who just wanted to see what was underneath your dress. Uh, you drank sooo much. You vomited for probably 10 minutes straight in my car. Then, when we reached back to my house, you wouldn't stop talking about Emmett and his shrimp boner. Then, when we got to my room, you were implying something and because you are just so determined, you straddled me looked in my eyes and demanded the truth and I gave it to you."

When I am drunk, I am completely shameless.

A hot burn of shame is planted on me and I internally groan and I just want to climb underneath my covers and cry because this was embarrassing.

"Did we-umm do...anything?" I ask and look into his grey eyes feeling my stomach twist into knots.

A smile comes to his face and I groan aloud and cover my face in shame. What did we do?

God, these feelings I have been trying to dig down in a hole somewhere has gotten the better of me.

"I'm kidding no. I wouldn't take advantage of a drunk girl."

Relief washes over me and I let out a breath.

"I'm hungry." I blurt out.

"I came prepared for that." he says and gets up and goes to the microwave and presses some buttons and then the microwave begins heating something up.

"Everything hurts Issac"

He takes the plate of food out the microwave and places it in front of me. On the plate are 2 belgian waffles, 3 pieces of bacon, and an omelette with red and greens stuff in it.

"Thanks." I say and dig into the food. A hum escapes my mouth when I bite into the belgian waffles. I close my eyes to savor the taste because who the hell knows when I will ever taste this again?

"Glad to know you like your food." Issac chuckles.

"Like? LOVE" I say and then eat a piece of bacon. "Did you eat?"

"Yeah."

"So what are we doing today? It's a holiday."

Oh shit. I have been gone all night. My mom must be freaking out.

"Well i have to take you home, so you could change, whatever, and while you are doing that i will be out with some friends. Then about 12 pm. I will pick you up."

"What time is it?"

"7:30 am" he says and I choke on my food.

"So early!"

I finish eating and then go to the sink and wash out my plate . Issac's hand rests on my hand and stops me from doing anything.

"I will do it go upstairs and change so we can go."

"Gotcha" I say and then skip upstairs and into Issac's room. I pick up my dress from the chair in his room and I put it on. I pick up my bag and take my phone out. I sit down on the bed and begin to scrolling through my notifications to see several texts from Zoe, a few from Asher, some from my Aunt Seraphina, and none from mom.

Why am I surprised?

I walk back downstairs and Issac is standing at the door looking up at something. I follow his gaze to see a big portrait of Isaiah Evans(Issac's father), a younger version of Issac, and a woman with blonde hair and blue eyes in the portrait and my guess is that's Issac's mom. Issac is looking up at the portrait with sad, deep eyes and my heart aches to see Issac sad. I walk over to him and hug him as a sign of comfort and he hugs me back.

For a while we just stand there hugging in silence, but that's okay because Issac needs this. Issac is always trying to help others and fight their demons, but he has demons of his own that he has to fight and I want to help him like he helps me.

I can't verbally describe my feelings for Issac Evans. All I know is that the connection we share is stronger than some average friendship. Issac and I often communicate through gestures like hugs, hand holding, him walking with me while he has his arm draped over my shoulder or my waist.

I hug Issac tighter trying to let him know that everything will be okay and that I am here. He is always here for me and now it's my turn to do the same for the golden boy who may be breaking inside like me.

Issac pulls away and looks at me with his deep grey eyes. He moves closer and for a minute he hesitates and his gaze drops to my lips, but then he plants a soft kiss on my forehead. It was so soft that it resembles a feathery kiss. A soft kiss you would place on something as delicate as a baby. My eyes flutter close as I try to savor the moment as much as I can. To be in this type of bubble with Issac Evans is its own paradise that few get the chance to be apart of.

He pulls away and takes my hand and leads me out the house.

"Motorcycle or car?" he asks in a deep raspy voice.

"Motorcycle" I say and squeeze his hand. We walk over to his motorcycle. He passes me a helmet and we both put ours on and get on the motorcycle and he drives off once I am secure on the motorcycle. I rest my head on Issac's back and listen to his ragged breathing and his steady heartbeat as we drive through the mild traffic and to my house.

When we reach to my house, I hop off the motorcycle and take the helmet off and give it back to Issac.

"Are you okay?"

"I will be." I look into Issac's grey eyes and I really see that the golden boy with the perfect smile and personality is hurting. He is broken just like me. He just masks it with a smile so you wouldn't suspect a thing. I- I can't do that.

"Thank you for everything Issac. Call me if you need anything." I say sympathetically. I plant a kiss on his cheek and then give him a tight hug hoping this will help him in some way. I then walk away and into my house readying myself to hear my mother's screams and yells. When I walk inside, I see my brother, Zoe, and my mom at the table eating breakfast.

Leo notices me first and says, "Where were you! I thought you were abducted."

"I didn't even realize she was gone." my mom says and my heart drops at her emotionless words.

Of course she wouldn't know that I was gone. But if it were her other two kids, she would know. The whole town would be turned upside down for them. But me. If i were found dead on the news today, she would find out I was dead 5 months later.

Zoe looks at me pitifully and I give her my same impassive look that I give to everyone, well except Issac. Tears prick my eyes and I go upstairs and lock myself in my room.

Tears roll down my face and I slide down against my door and bring my knees up to my chest.

How long will she treat me like this? Like I am a constant disappointment or I'm not her daughter at all. No matter how much I try to be the perfect daughter, I am always falling short somewhere. That's how its been for 7 years.

I don't know how long I cried there, but I eventually slip out of consciousness and become numb again.