Isabelle Deenings woke up, tangled in the sheets with the one person she truly loved.
"Brendon, do you love me?" She whispered in his ear.
He grinned at her. "You know it." He leaned in for a kiss and she happily complied.
She crawled out of bed, wrapped a towel around her and grabbed her receptionist unifrom from the floor. She went into the bathroom with a smile on her face.
He loves me.
Later that evening
Isabelle was going to go to a party with Brendon, something about celebrating their new video. She knew there was going to be beer, but she swore that she wasn't going to drink an ounce, and that she was going to keep an eye on Brendon.
She regretted she ever did.
The ride home was silent. The ride home had some tension. The ride home was depressing.
Brendon was leaning his head against the passenger seat's window. He was awake, but he was drunk. Isabelle was clean. All she drank that night was some water, some red bull. But he, he just had to drink.
She let tears slip down her face while Brendon tried to guess her name.
"Angie..? No...maaayyybee...It's...Liz! Liz! Why are you cryyyyyyyiing?" He drawled.
"God damn it Brendon! It's Isabelle!" She began flooring the car and let the tears flow freely from her eyes.
"Oh! Welll...Izzzzy? Why izh you sad?" He had kiss marks all over his neck, and around his mouth, left behind from the whore he made out with, and practically dry humped, in front of Isabelle.
She sobbed hysterically. "Brendon. Please, any other time but now."
This wasn't the first time this had happened. On the contrary. This had happened around seven times before this night. It was way too many times for her to handle.
Once she parked the car, Brendon passed out. She couldn't carry him, no matter how thin he was. She was even thinner. She dialed up Ryan's number.
"Hello?" She was happy that Ryan didn't drink that night.
"Ryan, can you come over? Brendon passed out in the car." She sighed into the phone.
There was a pause on the line. "I'll be right there..." The line went dead, and Isabelle sat in the driver's seat.
"Brendon.." She whispered. "Brendon, I can't take this anymore." She said to nobody, since Brendon was practically dead on the leather seat. She watched him sleep. Knuckles rapped on her window, and she turned to look outside. Ryan was waiting.
Isabelle didn't bother changing him, she couldn't stand being alone with him for awhile. After she put him to bed, she walked into the living room where Ryan was sitting on one of the couches.
"Ryan, I can't take it anymore." She said down opposite of him and just looked out the window to her left.
"Wait, so you're leaving?" he questioned.
She shrugged. "I dont' know. I don't want to leave, but it hurts to just see him act like that." He looked out the window where she was looking out. "Do you want to know what he told me this morning?"
He looked at her and tilted his head.
"He said he loved me." She scoffed and plastered on a denial smile. "And then he gropes a girl in front of me. Little ironic, huh?" The tears began dropping again.
"Izzy, don't leave. He needs somebody to take care of him." Ryan muttered.
Isabelle kept looking out the window. "Ryan, I can't take it. Please...just tell him. I loved him." She finally looked at Ryan. "Please."
He caved in and nodded. "You know how much this is going to hurt him, right?"
She nodded but got up from the couch. "I'm going to just stay with him for awhile." She walked towards the room where Brendon was sleeping and looked at his face. She leaned in and kissed him on the cheek, not wanting to bother him.
The next few hours, until the crack of dawn, she packed clothes into a little luggage and managed to book a flight to London. A long way from Brendon. She left a note.
Once she got out the door, she regretted it immediately. But she wasn't going back.
I believe letting go was the biggest mistake or our lives.
Waaa, I brokeded Brendon's heart. D:
