I Would Have

You Broke Me First

Song for this Chapter is:
You Broke Me First- Sadie Jean

"Now suddenly you're asking for it back
Could you tell me, where'd you get the nerve?
Yeah, you could say you miss all that we had
But I don't really care how bad it hurts
When you broke me first."

Three Months Later

*Isadora*

"Have a good night y'all." The gas station clerk wished the two as they grabbed their drinks. Cinco De Mayo was a holiday they both planned to celebrate fully.

Her cousin had convinced her to come over to hers to celebrate, and even talked her into moving in a few weeks ago. Isadora was just waiting to break the news to her mother. The two head back to Savannah's, eager to start the night.

Tyson was snapping her, checking on her, and she'd extended an invite to him. He'd accepted, promising to be there by eleven. Comforted with the thought of him coming, Isadora threw shot after shot back, eager to get the burn of Ryot out of her mind. 

Ryot had moved on to someone new. Not Kayla, but Bella, and it had nearly killed her when Tyson had told her the news.

"I'm glad you came!" Savannah yells over the pounding music. Isadora nods in agreement.
"Me too!" She downs another shot, putting her at six of American Honey. Ryot's drink of choice. Her stomach sours, and she finds herself quickly reaching for tequila, welcoming the burn.

"Thank you for having me!"
"You needed this after how badly Ryot fucked you over!" Savannah yells. That was all it took. Isadora's stomach lurched, and she stumbled for the bathroom. She barely feels someone supporting her, helping her to the toilet, before she's spilling her drinks into the porcelain throne.

The someone supporting her holds her hair back, rubbing her neck while she vomits.
"Get it all out. You're okay." Bryce, she recognizes the voice. She risks looking at the toilet bowl, flushing it and standing to rinse her mouth out.

"I'm good. I'm f-cked up but I'm good." Savannah throws open the bathroom door, handing the woman a shot glass. Isa follows her into the kitchen, more steady than before. 
"Tequila shots for the holiday!" She shouts. Isadora smiles, tapping her glass against the counter before throwing it back.

"Eric's doing drinks!" Savannah's boyfriend, Coda, calls. Isadora is passed a rum runner by Eric. She sits and sips on it, noting it tastes off. She shrugs it off, continuing working on her drink when her vision gets blurry and she almost drops her cup. Everything has slowed down, but she knows the party hasn't. Her mind is foggy.  Her heart drops when she looks into the cup and sees a pill, mostly dissolved, stuck to the bottom of the straw. For a moment, she forgets how to breathe. Eric had spiked her drink.

Bryce catches her reaction, sliding over to investigate. He pales, before yelling for Coda and pausing the music. The two are working on pushing Eric out the door when Tyson slips in, confused and concerned. His concern only grows when he sees Isadora slowly rocking on the sofa. Savannah is quick to fill him in, and he grabs Isadora's arm and yanks her to the bathroom. He shuts and locks the door before kneeling her in front of the toilet.

"Isa, I'm really sorry." He says. She opens her mouth to question him when he jams his fingers down her throat.

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An army of gremlins pounding a metal gong inside her head is what wakes her. The sun peeking through the blinds is enough the send the gremlins into a frenzy, making her head hurt that much worse.