Chapter Eight: Another Bottle

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Song: Addict With A Pen by Twenty One Pilots

Isabella P.O.V.

I watched him walk away, his deep cold voice gave me shivers. I felt so not right at this moment, the feeling of being alone washed over me again. I needed alcohol...I needed it bad, I can't stand a day without drinking until I pass out. It calms me down, because when I am drunk I forget the problems I have in my life, all the terrible things that are happening. I go to my own world with that bottle of whisky, let's hope Pete doesn't shove into my business again though. My eyes glanced around the living room in search of a shelf or maybe a storage room...but off course he may not be a drinker or keep his alcohol somewhere safe. God I should've taken that glass of  whisky that Kellin gave me, other than that I should have listened to him and not be so stubborn and fucking stupid. He was right all along about not trusting Pete, but my stupid fucking stubborn personality got the best of me. Now there is a small chance of even getting him forgive me. Enough of the thinking, I need  alcohol.

Pete P.O.V.

I listened to the rain outside which started to pour harder than usual, but I shrugged it off as I started pouring myself a cup of coffee. In the corner of  my eye I noticed her looking around everywhere for something. Seems like she really needed something by the crazy unsatisfied look in her eyes. "What are you trying to find?" I speaked up my back leaned against the cold counter as I brought the cup close to my face letting the warm coffee smell calm me down a bit. She was a bit surprised by my question, and glanced up at me. "Nothing...why do you want to know anyways?"  "Oh I don't know maybe because this is my house." I smirked a bit. "You know I do have every right to ask you that question because this is my home and I am the boss here."  She rolled her eyes at me groaning. "But I am not yours so fuck off and stop asking pointless questions."  I narrowed my eyes, but did not say anything. I calmly watched as she almost ran around the whole house looking for something and I did not know what. She seems to be in need of that certain thing and she needs it bad.

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