Book One: To Death (rewriting)

When It Fell

A/N: One thing that won't change in this story is my author's notes! They might be enough to put you at ease between chapters if my writing is good. Also this story has a soundtrack with songs handpicked by me or my best friend and fellow wattpad creator, BruisedHalo; for each chapter! She suggested this first one for this one! I strongly suggest you keep eyes on her as she has some great creations to share! This chapter might be long, though i'm not sure. But without further ado, enjoy this very first chapter~!

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Isaac's pov:

When is Jonas getting here," Alisha groaned, laid across my couch as I paced the room. I didn't like Jonas and my sister crossing paths because of our history. But my car was still in the shop and I wasn't going to sacrifice my first born for a ride to the store. I got a ding on my phone, checking it and seeing it was Jonas telling me to meet me downstairs.

"Just got here. I'll call if they don't got what you want," I told her with a huff. I pulled on a pair of converse, heading out of my campus apartment. Some of my residents were socializing in the hall, waving as I passed by. Tomorrow was the first day of classes, so I'd have to keep an ear out for parties it seemed. I got on the elevator, some residents clustered around some dude and his phone.

"What's going on," I inquired, peeking over a girls' shoulder. It was of some blatant police brutality of them gunning down someone who looked strung out on drugs. I looked away from the violence, stepping back and minding my business. The elevator reached the lobby, and I left to go and head out to the parking lot. There waiting in the roundabout outside his truck by the passenger door was Jonas. He smiled big at the sight of me, flashing me his gold-plated canines. I greeted him with a sigh and an eye roll as he opened the door for me and I climbed into his truck. It always smelled so strongly of him; faintly of weed wrapped up in fresh mint. He got in a moment later, looking over at me with a big grin. He probably thought this was him getting back with me with my asking for his help.

"We're just going to the store," I warned.

"I got an errand to run first," He told me, his truck rumbling to life. He drove off as I sat in tense silence as he drove towards downtown.

"You heard about them drugged up people attacking people this week," He questioned, eyes on the road as I looked over at him.

"Are you sure you're not a part of the problem," I cut back, not wanting him to weasel his way back in.

"You know I only do weed. Them people got some laced shit," He sighed. Our drive downtown came to an end in the industrial side of town. He came to a stop, opening up his center console and pulling out a little black duffle bag. I internally groaned; this wasn't the first time he'd done something like this with me in company. Complaining would be a waste of breath. He jerked his head for me to get out and I followed along beside him. I was scared the first time he took me around people like this. Back when I was 15, was the first instance. And ever since I was desensitized. He strode confidently along, a few people shuffling around in alleyways as we passed them. Places like this were always sad sights. There was a car waiting for us with a barrel of fire before it. This seemed a little excessive for just weed.

"The wolves, keep it cute," Jonas warned softly. Out stepped a man, sporting a black cowboy hat and a sly smile. He and Jonas seemed like the same man, but differing in presentation.

"What do you have for us," The man questioned, strolling up to Jonas, looking up at him. Which was oddly interesting, seeing as they were both tall. I crossed my arms, watching as they made their way to the hood of the stranger's car. I made my way around the intersection of the alleys hearing scuttling nearby. It drew in my curiosity like the moths fluttering overhead under a flickering lamp post.