Chasing Isis

Chapter 5: Cassiel

“CC…!!” I couldn’t believe it.

Andy grew protective, “What the hell!?!”

CC looked down, “Isis… I’m sorry. But I can’t get you out of my mind. Ever since I kissed you the first time. Then when we went to dinner with Brooklyn and Dante…”

“CC, I don’t love you! I’m sorry, but I don’t,” tears filled my eyes. Andy was heartbroken, “’The first time’?! You’ve kissed before?! What the fuck, guys!?!?!”

I was actively crying now, “Andy, it’s not what it seems! I swear!”

“My best friends. My brother and my girlfriend. Why?”

“Andy, please…”

“I don’t know how I can even bear to look at you two… I mean, I gave you everything, Isis… And CC, you’re my brother.”

I bit my lip, fighting back tears, “Thanks, CC.”

CC looked down, “I’m sorry…”

“You know what? I’ll make it easier for you, Andy. Goodbye…” I walked toward the door.

“Isis, don’t go. Can we at least-” I shook my head and left. Tears poured down my face as I ran to my car. I decided to drive to a secluded hotel. I didn’t know how long I’d be there, but I didn’t care.

~~~~~~~~Meanwhile…~~~~~~~~

“God fuck it all!!!!!!!” Andy buried his face in his hands, starting to cry.

“Andy… I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to-” CC started.

“Just stop! I know. Okay? But it doesn’t much matter now, does it? She’s gone now! Probably forever…”

Sammi rested a hand on Andy’s shoulder, “Maybe she’ll come back in a couple days…”

Andy snapped, “No, she won’t! She doesn’t want to! I practically told her to go! I’ll never fucking see her again, Sammi…”

“Andy…” She hugged him tightly, “We’ll all be here for you. We love you and will do anything to raise your spirits.” Andy didn’t say anything. He simply nodded. CC shifted his weight slightly, “Well I’ll be at my place… I’m really sorry, Andy…” On that note he left. Just in time, too, because Andy threw a glass at the door, yelling, “FUCK IT!!!!!!” Everyone looked down silently, as if they were at a funeral.

[CC’s P.O.V.]

I drove like a madman back home. I fucking ruined everything! I destroyed Isis and Andy’s relationship, I ruined my friendship with Isis, my friendship with Andy, everything. All because I wanted to get rid of that fucking lust. I looked in the rearview mirror and spoke to myself, “You, Sir, are a grade A douchebag.”

When I got home, I grabbed a bottle of whisky and downed it in 20 minutes. I drowned my sorrows for about an hour. Then I just felt more depressed. So I passed out on my couch, empty bottle in hand, hell on my mind.

[Isis’ P.O.V.]

As I pulled into a hotel parking lot, I realized I needed a few things from the apartment. So I got out of my car, went to a secluded area and flew off to the apartment.

I got there in a matter of a few minutes. I grabbed my favourite bag and stuffed it full of my laptop, wallet, passport, keys, iPod, and my favourite framed pictures of Andy. In one, Andy was making a strange face – as he often did. He had scrunched his nose and his mouth was wide open. Seeing him make that face always made me laugh. Another picture was of us at my senior prom. Andy was wearing a tux and had a blood red rose boutonnière. I was wearing a white strapless floor-length dress with black lace and a blood red rose corsage. We were hugging, standing in front of Andy’s car. In the final picture, we were outside. It was a shot of Andy, mid-chest up. He was chuckling, giving me a goofy grin because I had been taking pictures of everything. We were probably 18 or 19 when I took that picture. God I wished life was that easy again…

I was snapped out of my reverie by the front door opening. Matt. I forgot about him… I’d let Andy explain everything that happened. Before Matt came upstairs, I decided to leave for the hotel again.

Back at the hotel, I got a room. Number 66. On the freakin’ 6th floor. Of course. I just HAD to get all 6’s so I would have a constant reminder of Andy. I thought hotels eliminated 6th floors – or at least room 66 on the 6th floor – because of that stupid superstition. But no. I was just lucky enough to get it. Fuck my life.

I set my stuff on the desk and threw myself onto the bed. This wasn’t fair! None of it was my fault! CC made it sound like I was cheating on Andy. I decided to try to take my mind off of this whole thing by playing the instrumental track to “What I’ve Overcome” by Fireflight. I sang the whole thing without a mistake.

I figured singing would help… It only made things worse. So I went on Twitter. I saw Matt’s newest tweet: “The apartment is so empty. @AndyBVB in the hospital, @IsisMarie just gone... Kinda sucks.” CC had tweeted too, “I just fucked up. Sorry to the 2 people I screwed up with.” I didn’t dare look at anything Andy had to say. He hated me. So I blocked all of the guys and even Sammi. I couldn’t let them know where I was.

After much deliberation, I tweeted, “At a hotel. Nothing’s going well… I’m not what you though and I didn’t do what you thought.” Within a couple minutes, I got dozens of replies saying,

@IsisMarie OMG what happened?!”, “@IsisMarie I saw @MattGood’s tweet, too. Is everything OK?”, “@IsisMarie you and @AndyBVB are still best friends, right?”, and even “@IsisMarie go back home. @MattGood is lonely and @AndyBVB needs you.” I made a general reply to everyone, “No, things aren’t okay. Andy and I aren’t best friends anymore, and I will NOT go home.” I got many more replies telling me things will look up, and that I need to go home anyway. One person said, “@IsisMarie Good riddance. @AndyBVB doesn’t need a slut for a best friend!” I sighed and went on Facebook, posting a new status: “’Who if I uttered a cry, would hear me among the ranks of angels? And if one of them were to clutch me to his heart, I would be consumed within his overwhelming being.’ –Rainer Maria Rilke. Except I don’t want an angel…” Then I logged off.

I decided to spread the 3 framed pictures around the room before going into the bathroom. I felt sick. Stress always did that to me. It sucked. Just after I threw up, my phone rang. There was a picture of Andy flicking off my iPhone that showed up. I ignored the call. I wouldn’t talk to him. After throwing up again, I brushed my teeth and cried myself to sleep. It had already been a really long day.