not from here - mid90s

twentyfour.

Walking away from Fuckshit was the worst pain Isabella had ever felt. The tears wouldn't stop and she felt like she couldn't breathe. She hated herself for what she had just done but she knew it was better than letting them know what had happened before she left town. She walked alone down the streets in their neighborhood before she heard a car honk behind her. Isa turned and looked back. Ray had tried to talk to Fuckshit and then went after her. The windows were rolled down and he yelled at her to stop but she didn't, she turned back around and kept on walking. Ray drove up next to her and the car moved slowly next to her.

"Isa, tell me what happened!"

"I can't!" She shook her head as she sobbed. 

"You know you can tell me anything!"

"I can't Ray! Okay? I can't fucking win this! Either I break his heart or he'll see the person he thought he knew be someone else. I don't have a fucking choice." Now she had stopped by the passenger window to look at him.

"I can't be that bad, I promise. We'll figure it out."

"No, we can't Ray because you can't help me with this... if you knew... if you knew what happened back then... you would hate me too." Pupils were big as he looked at him and he noticed she was on something.

"Does it have anything to do with your friend? Is that what it's all about?" Isabella looked away, exhaled slowly. She was lost in thought for a moment.

"Go take care of Fuckshit." She gave him one last look before she walked away. Isabella knew her lack of explanation would be the end of everything. She had lost Fuckshit and she would probably lose them too.

//

Isabella was half asleep on the couch, her father had gone out with his friends so who knew when he would be back. It seemed like he wanted to stay away from the house as much as possible, so did she. She scrambled awake when she heard the front door open. She got up to see Gemma stand in the hallway with a smile.

"You got some fucking nerve to come back here." Isabella spat out.

"Don't be a sore loser, Isa. Just because he wanted me instead of you. He didn't waste any time getting to me after you left, you know?" Gemma lied with a bright smile. The pain in her chest peaked when she heard those words. She knew it, Gemma would always get her way and not even Fuckshit could put up a fight. Isa blindly believed her.

"Get the fuck out." 

"Come on now Isabella, don't be like this..."

"Get the fuck out!" She launched forward at her and pushed her through the door.

"Get the fuck out of my life. I never wanna see your fucking face again!" Isa shut the door and got down on the floor.

The pain took over her body and she felt physically ill. She staggered into the kitchen, she needed a drink. Something to ease the pain after the pills had faded out. The only thing she could find was a bottle of whisky. With lack of other options, she unscrewed the top and took a sip. It tasted terribly but it was better than being completely sober.

//

Fuckshit had been sitting on the couch thinking. The boys tried to talk to him but he didn't want to. When Ray got back to the party, Fuckshit had decided what he wanted to do. He wanted to know who the other guy she had been talking about.

"Take me to her house."

"You sure that's a good idea man?" Ray replied.

"Take me."

Fuckshit was too drunk to drive himself so Ray drove. All the boys followed along and it was dead silent on the drive over, no one knew what to say. Everyone was confused about what had happened. After all her and Fuckshit had been through... the boys just couldn't see it ending like this. He got out of the car without a word and Ray turned off the car. It didn't feel good leaving, so they sat there and waited. Fuckshit pounded on the door and Isa was brought out of her drunken haze to go to the door.