𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟹𝟶

ISABELLE

"ARE YOU SURE ITS THIS HOUSE?" I mutter, hands fisted in my pocket, eyes scanning the house in distaste.

"Yes," He nods, already walking to the front door, "I'm sure."

It's a big house. Bigger than mine and Kane's combined. Why's Kane here for?

There's bottles scattered on the floor, rubbish, toilet paper and red solo cups everywhere. The whole front garden is a tip. Dim, LED lights flash through the window, quiet pop music being heard from the top floor.

The grass crunches beneath my foot as I walk towards his driveway, hating how scared I feel. What are we going to find in there? I'm fucking nervous.

Marcus looks over and gestures towards the door knob, "It's open." Before I can say anything, he trudges through the door like it is his own.

Rolling my eyes, i hurry up and quickly walk close behind him, nose crinkling at the strong smell of weed, alcohol, sweat and sex. The inside of the house is beautiful. It looks a mess, people scattered about unconscious but it's beautiful.

Fucking rich people.

We walk deeper through the hallway and we freeze at the sight of three boys hanging around the kitchen, noticing us but not saying anything.

"Uh," Marcus starts, reaching behind him and blinding grabbing at my hands, "Hi?" I'm glad he's holding my hand right now. I'm actually shitting it.

"Hello." One of them reply, the rest chucking and waving in response. I quickly shove Marcus towards the spiral stairs once I notice them, my heart thumping against my rib cage.

"Fuck me." I whisper, eyes darting around everywhere, "Everything fucking feels unreal." Marcus snorts at my words but nods, pushing doors open and popping his head in.

"I think we have to split up." He's right, there are too many rooms to check and we'd do it faster separately. "Okay."

"Call me if you need anything." He mumbles and I nod, already jogging up the next flight of stairs.

One of Marcus friends said he'd seen Kane here a few times so I'm hoping he wasn't bullshitting and maybe Kane will be here. I hope he's okay. Hope he hasn't hurt himself or anyone else for that matter.

Kicking cups and anything in my way, i check all the rooms, smiling awkwardly when I open a room that's being used, quickly rushing out. Fuck.

Pushing open the door, I sigh, getting ready to leave but then I see his face, a gasp leaving my mouth.

My feet aren't moving though. They're frozen on the ground.

Kane lies there, one arm over his eyes while the other is laying limp beside him. He's shirtless, the white duvet only covering half his leg, his other jean covered leg peaking out. His chest falls and rises slowly, the light peeking from the window hitting his tan chest.

He looks beautiful. As always.

A hand is slapped against my mouth, the other trembling and clenched onto the door handle. A blonde, pale skinned, beautiful women lays beside him. Her hair sprawled above her, only Kane's black shirt visible on her body.

I don't know if she's wearing anything under. I don't know who she is. I don't what she's doing with my Kane but it's hurts. It really fucking hurts.

I planned out every scenario I expected but never did I think I'd witness this. Never. Kane wouldn't do this. I know he wouldn't.

Inhaling a deep breath, I take slow steps towards Kane and hover above him, a gasp nearly flying out my mouth when I see his state up close. Bruises. So many bruises. He's painted yellow, green and purple.