It All Comes Back To You

Chapter 2

"Wake up." A hand shakes my shoulder.

The light blinds me as I open my eyes. My head is pounding. I look over to see Sam pulling on clothes.

"What time is it?" I ask groggily.

"Seven thirty, I have to go to work and you have to go." He tosses my clothes to me.

I groan and reluctantly put on my clothes. I throw my long brown hair up into a messy bun. My stomach churns as I stand up.

"Advil?" I say as I hold my temples.

"Bathroom cabinet. Second shelf." I find the bathroom and grab 4 tablets.

"I'm sorry to kick you out. I had a great time last night. Uh. Here's my number if you wanna get together again." He handed my a piece of paper and my jacket.

I slipped my jacket on and my boots. I lightly smile at him and wave as I exit his suite. I walk down the hallway holding my head. I push the button for the elevator. I get in and press the button for the bottom floor. I pull out my phone as I wait for the elevator to reach the ground.

Unknown number.
Alex.
Trey.
Will.
Unknown Number.
15 missed calls, 7 voicemails, 63 text messages

I unlock my phone and check my text messages. The first one is Noah explaining that it's him. The rest are him begging me to come back. A few of them are from a handful of my friends from home.

The calls were all from Noah and one from an unknown number in Nebraska. I listen to the voicemail from Nebraska.

"Hello, this is a call from inmate number-"

I stop the voicemail. I delete it and listen to the other endless ones from Noah. The elevator finally dings and I step out and hurry out of the building.

I walk down the busy crowded morning streets. My head pounding with every step. I bump into multiple people.

I turn the street and walk down the alley and up the stairs. I knock on the door. I hear a thump and then a bustle of noise before the door quickly opens.

"Isabella! Thank fucking god you're okay." Noah hugs me, pinning my arms to my sides.

"I'm not a baby. I can take care of myself." I say to him as I push him off.

"You reek of alcohol, and smell like cheap cologne." He says as he closes the door behind me. I walk over to the couch and plop down.

"And? I'm not going to listen to you lecture me, so if that's what you were planning on doing you can save it for someone who actually cares." I lean my head back and close my eyes.

"Where did you even go? Where did you sleep? What happened last night?" He said as he went to the kitchen and started fixing coffee.

"Is that really any of your business?" I ask him.

You tell him everything. Or. You used to.

"I guess not." He sighed and started clanking pots and pans together.

"I went to a club. It was called Toxic. I drank. I met a guy. We had a sleepover." I say annoyed.

"Wow." He said. I turned around and looked at him.

"What the fuck do you mean 'wow'?" The hangover mixed with my annoyance of him was starting to boil over.