I didn't mean to love you.

The Addiction.

I returned the smirk, causing him to smile. "Yes I can handle it. I need it more then you know right now actually." He nodded and followed me up the steps. I can still hear the destruction downstairs. I chugged my Cherry Vodka sour before sounds of shattered glass filled my ears and actually kind of comforted me. My entire life I have welcomed destruction. Mentally, emotionally, and physically. I just couldn't seem to walk fast enough. I let go of Isaac's hand and ran to the guest bedroom. The door has always stuck so I didn't really notice it too much. But then when I heard his voice, I couldn't help but giggle. Everything was already fuzzy and I couldn't focus. I shut the door and pulled my finger to my mouth and shushed Isaac. He grabbed my arm and helped me walk to the room. I laid on the bed and Isaac curled up beside me. His hands were warm against my bare skin. My bikini was still a tad damp, but I nestled my head into his neck. I playfully bit him and he chuckled. I moved my head so I could look straight into his eyes. I was entirely entranced. Isaac's voice had an eerie flat tone when he said "I have to talk to Caleb, would you care to join me?" I didn't want to get involved, but Isaac seemed slightly desperate. I considered it for a second before I said "Why don't I calm you down a bit first. You seem annoyed. I can help you, and maybe at least make today worth it." I licked my teeth to exaggerate what I meant. He took a deep breath, and then kissed me, allowing the rush of whiskey to leave a familiar burn. It didn't actually burn, but it was quite addicting. He was becoming my drug. He's my escape, and my addiction.