When my phone buzzed in the middle of the night I had assumed it was Alice, but it was an unknown number calling.
I checked the time; 2 in the morning.
"Hello?" I said upon answering.
"Isabelle?"
"Yes, who is this?"
"It's your father."
That made me sit right up in bed. "What do you want?"
"It's your sister, she's in the hospital."
Oh god, I thought. This is all my fault, I knew I should have kept an eye on her.
"I'm on my way," I said, and hung up.
I had to get dressed quickly in the dark, even though Porsche wasn't even in the room.
The only thing I had with me was my phone as I called Trent.
"Girl, Jake's gonna bring you over, he's on his way. Apparently it's alcohol poisoning but she's gonna be fine," he said.
"Okay.....okay.....oh my god."
"Isa, it's okay. She's okay."
"Oh my god it's all my fault."
"It is not your fault! None of us think you're to blame, sis. If anything it's hers, okay? When you get here I'll need to be stopped before I slap some sense into you."
"Alright, fine."
"I'll see you soon, okay? Love you sis."
"Love you bro, see you soon."
I was outside seconds before Jake pulled up.
He wasted no time, going as fast as the law and speed limit would allow.
When we finally got there I practically sprinted inside.
Trent stood up from where he was sitting and pulled me into a hug which I gratefully returned.
I could see our father, he looked older, but not much different from what I could remember.
But I didn't want to sit next to him, I sat between T and J.
"Is it really necessary for him to be here, Trent?" our dad asked at one point.
"Shut it," I snapped instantly, because he did not get to have an opinion on my best friend. "You haven't been here for us, Jake has, you have no right to ask that question right now."
"Thanks, sis," Trent whispered.
"You're right, I'm sorry," Dad said.
"We don't want an apology unless it's right after an explanation about why you left us and Mom," I replied, sharp.
"I wasn't in the right place, I needed to figure myself out," he explained. "And then I just- I couldn't come back, it was too difficult."
"So why are you back now?" Trent asked.
"I want a second chance with you all."
"It's too late," I said. "I mean, you might have gotten a second chance if you came back earlier, but now? Fuck no."
A nurse came out and told us we could go see her now.
"Right, I'm gonna go tell her how much trouble she's going to be in from Mom. And Dad, you can leave now," I said, swiftly getting up and walking off.
Trent followed behind me.
I regretted nothing, I only felt really good, because this time I was the one walking away and I would not be back for a second chance.
