Choices We Make

04.

"You,-"

"-what are you doing here?"

The painted image in her eyes faded into a loud screeching sound what pulled Isabella inside, the blues were shallow and too deep for her to stay alive. She drowned herself in the abyss of the stranger's eyes.

Yes, stranger.

The same stranger what moaned into Isabella's ear, begging for more, arching her body to feel electrifying touch. The stranger who slept naked in her bed, soft snores filling the addictive silence. The same one who never said her name and ran out of the apartment like someone was trying to kill her.

The same stranger who Isabella hooked up stood in front of her, with her t-shirt loosely hanging on the small posture, damp red hair brushing against her shoulders, two pools of coldness sweeping against hers.

What the hell?

"You." The stranger spoke just above a whisper.

"No, you," Isabella echoed with the same tone, but a lot louder. "Who the fuck are you? And why are you wearing my clothes?"

Isabella couldn't believe her own eyes as strangers cheeks painted itself with crimson red.

Cute.

"Cassie, I'm Cassie Danton... Sabrina's best friend... but that makes you... oh, my god! I slept with my best friend sister... she's not gonna like this... I'm so dead,-"

To stop a poor girl from a panic attack, Isabella found an only logic solution — pushed her into the room, doors slamming shut to hide the situation what's probably not worth sharing.

"Calm down," she orders as calmly as she could. Although her own mind was jogging around every possible bad consequence. "You're making me panic, and we need... we need just think. Logically."

Strangers — Cassie's — eyes narrowed, sparks of thunderstorms roared inside of them. "Calm down? You want for me calm down? Sabrina is gonna kill me... oh, fuck me sideways."

"Well... I kinda did, but,-"

"-Don't finish that sentence if you wanna stay alive," dabbing finger into Isabella's chest, Cassie snarled. "Okay, okay, let's think rationally. We were both drunk. We were drunk, right?"

"You're making me anxious, stop pacing."

"Sorry," drawing a sharp intake of breath, Cassie slumped into the queen-sized bed. "I am calm... breath in, breathe out."

Isabella felt sorry for Cassie. She doesn't know why. It's not like it's her only fault. They both gave consent to get out of the bar and have one nightstand.

Even with a fuzzy head, alcohol in the blood, Isabella could remember the words 'yes, let's get out of here.' But seeing how panicked she looked, she started thinking, maybe it is her fault? Maybe the unseen problem is much more clearer for Cassie?

She asked, taking a seat on puff-bag. "Do you need water? You look... pale."

"Don't act nice," Cassie snapped and it remained much of that morning. "I know people like you."

What that's supposed to mean? People like Isabella? What had she done to anger Cassie? Well, of course, without counting a fact that she's Sabrina older sister while Cassie is a best friend. That's a little fucked up. Even if Isabella.