Chapter twelve
What have you done?
Isabella kept looking to the bottle of tequila that her and Maria had been drinking. The fact Maria's bedroom was the size of her walk in closet; she kept lying on her back looking to the ceiling with all her posters on. "I can't take it," Isabella closed her eyes, she rolled on her stomach picking up a beer bottle taking a long sip, she felt it hit her stomach, the drink in her was making everything hurt more.
"He's not worth it," Maria stated while taking out some sambuca opening the bottle lid, she felt Isabella taking the bottle knocking it back quickly. "Hey, Hey!" Maria took the bottle quickly from her friend, "I love you girl, I do, but right now you're making yourself a mess." She inhaled, "and my mom would kill me if you barfed all over my carpet." She finished while sipping the drink herself.
"You know what!" Isabella got to her feet, the room swayed a little before she got her footing. "I am going to give that man a piece of my mind!" she took her purse heading for the door.
Maria quickly to her feet, "Isa!" she rushed after her friend, she'd not drunk as much as her friend, but Maria was worried, she watched Isabella getting into her car. Maria was trying to stop her. "Seriously, you are wasted," she looked into the passenger side window.
"I can't keep believing what he told me," Isabella lifted her hand; it took three attempts to get the key into the ignition. "I am not taking no, no," she waved her head, her brown curls bounced with her face. The car started as it jolted forward, Isabella moved in the driver seat, her eyes on Maria, "I need," she drove away leaving her friend standing on the curb looking pissed off.
Pulling up to the apartment complex, Isabella found herself leaning on the steering wheel, her hands folding over, her face resting on her arms, she inhaled trying to get the courage to get out of the car, she felt her eyes looking into the rear view mirror to herself, she blinked more tears rolling down her cheek, it left lines of mascara, she didn't even know she was crying, but getting out the car, she locked it out, but walking to the front door, she pulled it open, tripping her feet made her feel light. Her eyes focused to the stairs, happy for once she didn't have to climb many, her hands holding onto the banister, her eyes focused on each step trying to not trip over her heels, she kept thinking of how she felt, she walked into the door, her fists started to smash on the door. "Lincoln!" she called, "Open," she kept pounding on the door with her fist, she felt the door open, her body resting on it feel forward into Michael's arms.
"Isa!" Michael felt surprised to see her, she was wearing a tight fitting black vest, her black mini skirt was brushing over her thighs, with her ankle boots, and Michael focused on her eyes. She'd been crying, her hair was a mess or curls, her mascara running Michael carried her into the apartment, "What are you doing here?" he asked carrying her, but she kept stumbling all over the place.
"I need to," she held her hand, "I'm gonna be," she fell forward throwing up all over the floor, her hands holding onto Michael, he inhaled sharp, his shirt and jeans covered in sick. "I'm sorry…" her voice light.
I'll just lay you down," Michael lifted her up carefully avoiding her touching her sick on him, he walked her into his bedroom placing her down on his bed, "I'll get you some water," he pointed out moving his waste bin close to the bed, he pulled his shirt off and jeans standing in his boxers ignoring the fact Isabella was on his bed, her head was in the waste bin.
Getting out the shower, he walked with a glass of water, he had a towel wrapped around himself, he glanced to Isabella sitting up, her hands brushed into her hair, he glanced to the glass of water on his nightstand. "Are you okay?" he asked her while sitting beside her.
"I need," she murmured, "I need to see Lincoln," she placed her head on his shoulder, she seemed to see be out of it, her eyes closed, her hand brushing on his thigh, Michael found his eyes staring at her hand, it was so close to his dick, his eyes slowly finding her eyes on his. "Where is he?" she whispered softly. Even if her breath still had the hint of vomit, he couldn't control himself getting hard.
"He's, not going to be home tonight," he found his voice smooth, his hand brushed her hair back, but she looked so disappointed. Michael kept looking into her eyes, deep brown, he felt her lips lightly parted, he'd always imagined Isabella in his bed, but she was in his room, but asking for his lame ass brother.
Isabella kept trying to focus on the faces of Michael, everything become hazy, his hand brushing back her hair, her eyes trying so hard to keep focused. "I need to talk to him, he needs to know, I'll forgive him, I want him…" her hand kept brushing his thigh more.
Michael swallowed hard, "He's not going to come back, he's out of town," he knew it was a lie, but the fact Isabella could of done better than Lincoln, her eyes welling up, he kept looking over her face, "He's gone to see Veronica…."
"Who's Veronica?" Isabella asked trying all she could to keep calm, but the tears running down her cheeks.
Michael quickly got up, "We should clean you up," he walked out of the room, he didn't know what to do, he could pull this lie, she'd believe him, or he could be honest, he glanced to the bathroom, inhaling, exhaling touching the sink, he found a flannel, he turned seeing Isabella standing behind him.
"Who's Veronica Michael?" Her voice light, her eyes kept focused on him, holding onto the doorframe.
Michael walked closer to her, he touched the damp flannel to her cheeks, he washed the make up from her face, he kept focused on her pouting lips, her deep brown eyes kept focused on him, it was trying everything he could to keep a cool head. "Veronica, she's," he inhaled, "She's Linc's on and off girlfriend…" he whispered brushing her hair back again.
Isabella took a few steps away from Michael now, her hand touching her chest, she rushed to Michael's room slamming the door, Michael followed, but he couldn't open the door. "Isa," he said through the door, "Isa let me in please?" he asked. But all he heard was sobbing.
Michael turned around looking to the vomit on the floor, the smell was starting to make his stomach turn, he went to the clean laundry basket finding some sweat pants, he pulled the on quickly starting to clean up the sick the best he could.
He finished walking back to the door, he moved it seeing Isabella curled on his bed crying, he walked slowly into the room, the door closing behind himself, he sat on the bed looking over her, the mini skirt had rode up, he could see the lace of her panties, he kept trying to focus on her face, but it was facing away from him, "Isa, Linc's not worth it," he watched her rolling around looking to him now, "you need someone, someone who is going to love you, and be with you…" he felt the mattress springs squeak as she rolled to face him, her big brown eyes looking sore from crying.
"I just can catch a break," she whispered, she sat up brushing her hands into her hair, she felt his hand touching her cheek, her eyes finding his, she never realised how blue they were. "Michael…" her voice lighter now.
"Isa, you're an amazing woman, you don't need Lincoln," he moved on the bed close to her, he brushed his other hand into her hair feeling her breath on his face.
Isabella could feel the tension between them, his face was so close to hers, "Michael, you're a great guy, but…" she paused feeling his thumb brushing over her cheek, "Michael, Serena…" her voice kept breaking with her heavy breathing.
Michael paused, he kept looking into Isabella's eyes, "Me and Serena are just friends…" he brushed her hair back more, "We're not going to be more than that…" he kept her eyes contact, "I've always wanted you." He brushed his lips against her.
Isabella felt his lips burning on her own, she closed her eyes lightly taking in the kiss, it was strange, she'd not thought of ever kissing Michael, her hands moving down his bare chest, she lightly pushed him away, "Michael," she exhaled, "I don't," she felt his lips brushing down her neck down, his hand on her waist, under her shirt, her breath tight in her chest. "Michael," she kept saying his name, "Wait…" she pushed him back again. "What are you doing?"
Michael stopped, his hand still on her waist, "Isa," he kept looking over her face, "I…" he stopped feeling her lips on his, she was kissing him, he kept moving his hand up her shirt, pulling it off, he placed it on the floor, he glanced over her bra, taking it off, he could feel her kissing down his neck, her hand moving to the band of the sweat pants, moving inside, Michael gasped feeling her hand around his hard on, it was moving up and down slowly, he moved his hands taking off her skirt and panties moving her on her back, he rested above her body, her eyes kept on his.
Neither of them spoke, Michael moved his hand up her thigh, he found his fingers brushing over her entrance feeling it slick, he brushed his index finger around her clit feeling her back arch on the bed, she gasped, Michael feeling his hard on rubbing against the martial of the sweatpants. He reached over into his draw, he found the condom, he moved his sweatpants off, he tore the wrapper of the condom, carefully unrolling it down his shaft, he kept looking to Isabella's body, she was perfect, he moved above her, he felt her hands pulling him onto her, his hard on rubbing against her opening, he felt her gasping, he pushed, but paused, he'd never had sex before now, but pushing into her was hard, he felt her tensing, he put it to the fact she was drunk, part of him was telling him this was wrong, but finally pushing into her she gasped pulling his arms, he laid above her, he held her close to him pushing into her carefully, he felt each thrust, each time he'd push into her, her hands would pull him in tighter, he quicken the pace, her voice lightly moaning, her thighs tighten around his waist, he couldn't stop pulling out to thrust in deeper, but something was wrong, he couldn't stop now, her felt her tighten around him, her moans louder, he kept his eyes closed before feeling himself cuming, he moved feeling it more intense, her fingers pulling him more, he opened his eyes to watch her eyes watching him, he moved off her, for a second she kept still, he didn't know what he'd done, but she rolled onto him, her eyes closed, he glanced to the condom, he took it off, throwing it in the trash, he felt his eyes going to Isabella who'd now passed out, he laid beside her for a few hours just watching her face in the moonlight.
Lincoln had arrived back from working a Dockyard night shift; he was only unlocking the apartment door now. Feeling hazy from the joint he'd smoked with Derek on the way home. Opening the door he closed it silently. He felt like a douche bag, especially toward Michael who didn't deserve the crap he'd been putting him through. He slowly walked down the hall, opening his brother's bedroom door. "Hey, Michael I'm So-" He forgot what he was saying, seeing Isabella and Michael laying in bed together, clothes across the floor. He stepped back and walked out, slamming the door.
The shining through Michael's bedroom window, he rolled in his sleep, he didn't want to wake up just yet, he his moved lightly on smooth skin, he slightly opened his eyes to look over Isabella still sleeping soundly, he tried to stop the grin from spreading across his face before brushing her hair from her face lightly kissing her.
Michael for a second paused, he moved on the bed, the springs squeaking, he laid back down quickly moving the blanket over Isabella, he kept quick, closing his eyes again thinking how long he had to get up, but didn't really want to move from the bed.
Isabella moaned lightly, she rolled carefully trying to not feel anything in her head that wasn't a jack hammer, her hands brushed under her eyes slowly seeing Michael sleeping, she bit her lip, looked to herself before feeling nauseous.
Isabella found herself sitting up, her hands going into her hair, she felt completely sick with herself, she glanced over Michael, quickly she grabbed her clothes, putting them on quickly, she managed to slip her shoes on creeping to the bedroom door, she moved it slowly, it creaked, Isabella froze for a moment, but Michael didn't move. Letting out a sigh of relief Isabella slipped out the door, she closed it behind herself, exhaling feeling her eyes looking, trying to remember where her purse was, she slowly crept to the living room coffee table seeing it where she left it.
Lincoln couldn't believe what he'd seen, he didn't believe it - he didn't want to believe it. He shook his head, heading to his car, he was pissed, and he got into the car, pulling out of the driveway peppering the bumper.
"Where you going Isa?" Michael walked into the hallway with just his boxers on looking over Isabella; she was opening the front door.
For a second she kept still, "Michael, you're a nice guy, you are," she inhaled, "but last night," she started, "Last night, wasn't meant to happen, and it can't happen again." she inhaled, "I've gotta go, get ready for school, home," she tried to keep calm, "Just, I," she hesitated, "I gotta go..." she walked out the apartment holding her chest feeling sick before getting to her car, she didn't know what was worse, losing her virginity, or losing it to the boy her sister was crazy in love with.
Having an early Violin lesson at the school, Serena was there before most teachers arrived.
She put her Stradivarius Violin back into its case carefully, clipping it closed; she headed toward her locker to put it, in until the end of the day.
Wearing a pair of jeans, with orange open toe four inch heels and a thick strapped lime tank top her sweater over it was thin white and unzipped.
Isabella had enough time, to drive home, quickly dodge her mother's questions, wash, dress and drive back to school. Pulling into the parking lot, she felt her hands going into her hair, she still felt sick, and she promised herself never to drink that much again opening the door to her car.
"Isa girl, where did you go to last night?" Maria asked Isabella, her eyes going over her quickly. "You cried something about confronting Linc," she watched her friend walking to the school following her, "What happened?"
Isabella stopped at her locker, her eyes on her friend, "nothing, he wasn't there, and I passed out in my car," she nodded trying to skip out the big chunk of sleeping with her sister's best friend, crush, love of life person, aka Michael.
"Really? Wow, I was really expecting a huge story about how you drunk kicked his ass." Megan looked over Isabella.
Sarah was standing back, her arms crossed over one another. Shaking her head. "Guys, this isn't funny." She exhaled.
Isabella kept looking in her locker; she felt her eyes going to the corridor where Michael was walking, she quickly stuck her head into her locker looking like she was searching for something.
Maria glanced back, watching the halls feeling lost, "Well, it's a good think, I mean, drunk girl, you was out of your face, I am just happy to see you didn't wrap your car around a mailbox." she tapped her shoulder, "See you in Spanish." she walked off.
Isabella glanced to Sarah, "well need to talk," she then paused, "also, isn't a Latino girl taking Spanish kinda cheating...?"
"Yes, yes it is, but you took Italian last year, remember? Anyways." Sarah felt like something was wrong, "What about? What happened?" She could tell something was wrong.
Isabella looked around, she noticed Megan had chanced after Maria, she took her friend's hand taking her to the girls bathroom quickly, she locked the door, her eyes looking to her best friend, "what I tell you here, you tell no one else..."
Sarah nodded, fixing the strap of her purse, looking over Isabella. "Of course not a soul, cross my heart, needles in the eye, yada, yada." She crossed her heart, looking serious.
"I tell you, never get drunk, cos when you're drunk, you are prone to do things, you'd never dream of sober." her hands kept brushing down her shirt feeling worse, "I did a bad thing last night..."
"What kind of bad thing, Isabella?" Sarah felt nervous for her friend, "You didn't like murder someone or something, did you? What happened?" She lent against the counters with three sinks.
"What makes you think I am capable of murder," she listened to the first bell going, "I'll tell you later, if I'm late for home room," she shook her head walking to the door, quickly looking to Sarah, "I lost my virginity." she quickly rushed out seeing the hallways emptying.
Michael walked up to Serena who was putting her things into her locker, "Hey," he smiled resting against the locker next to hers. "Have you got any plans for tomorrow night?"
Serena was knelt down; shifting books around so her Violin didn't look like it was getting squished, and she smiled hearing his voice. "Uh, nope. I'm free, why?" She looked up at him.
Michael kept smiling, "well I was thinking, Discovery have a documentary of Ted Bundy, and I was wondering if you wanted to watch it with me..." he kept his eyes focused on her carefully.
Serena smiled, "I would, love to watch a Documentary on a Serial Killer with you." She stood up, with her German and Oceans textbooks, closing her locker and locking it.
Michael glanced her over, "Yeah, I can never make something to eat," he listened to the bell ringing, "So, it's a date?" he asked starting to back away.
There was a crowd in the upper student parking lot. As Lincoln Burrows had shown up. He was completely wasted out of his mind. He was a professional drunk, able to stand still and not stumble and not slur his words.
Isabella quickly rushed seeing the crowd, "is there a fight or something?" she asked Maria who was standing back, the fact all day she'd gotten over her hand over.
Maria shook her head, "No, it's your ex..." her eyes looking to Isabella while pointing, quickly Isabella made her way through the crowd seeing him.
"Lincoln, what are you doing?" she said seeing he was standing by her car, worried for a few seconds.
His eyes finding hers, Lincoln glared, "Here's a better question, what were you doing, in my little brother's bed this morning?" He was leaning against his car.
People watching had gasped. Sarah covered her eyes; this wasn't going to end well.
Isabella kept standing still, "you're clearly drunk," her voice trying so hard to control herself, "I," her throat tightening up, "Just go, okay, please..." her hands going into her pockets.
Michael stepping from the crowd seeing his brother, "Lincoln, what they hell is wrong with you?" he pointed out, "Drunk, on school property, you want to be arrested..." he snapped feeling embarrassed, but not noticing all the people starring at him and Isabella.
"That is the least of my worries Michael." Lincoln snapped at him, looking over his little brother he felt nothing but a disgust for right now, he'd never felt that before.
"How drunk did you have her before you fucked her Michel." He his cocked his head to Isabella.
But when Serena appeared in the crowd, it was like something in Lincoln's brain clicked. "Hey, Serena." He started leaning away from his car. "You'll never guess what happened!" He said seeing her looking confused.
"What's going on?" She asked glancing around.
"Shut up!" Isabella kept looking to Lincoln; Michael was standing completely still his eyes going to Serena in the crowd.
Isabella kept walking closed to Lincoln, "What are you going to get from doing this," she hissed through her teeth, "you need to leave." she kept her eyes on his, she felt her stomach twisting, wishing he'd leave.
Lincoln kept focused on Serena who didn't understand why everyone was so high strung, why there was a huge crowd except for Lincoln being drunk on school grounds.
"I walked into the apartment this morning." He spoke directly at her. "Guess what I found?" he laughed darkly. "I found your lovely sweet sister Isabella and your amazing best friend Michael naked in bed together!" He finally let it out.
Serena's eyes went wide, the four books she was carrying along with their notebooks and pencil case dropped from her arms, hitting the pavement of the parking lot, taking a step back, her eyes instantly glassed over. "W-what?" Her voice was shaking.
Michael kept looking to Serena's face, it was like someone was taking all the colour away from her, leaving her pasty white, he'd not see her this white since she got food poisoning from Lincoln's cooking. "Serena, don't listen to him... He's drunk." Michael pleading.
Isabella still in front of Lincoln, "Why do you care Linc?" her hands up in the air, "Why, do you give a fuck about what I do?" her eyes trying so hard to not cry. "You broke up with me, you broke my heart, you destroyed me," she kept still, "so why are you so pissed off that it wasn't you that took it!"
Michael snapped his attention to Isabella, "Took, it," he looked blank, "But, wait, no..."
Lincoln laughed darkly, but it was hiding his hurt. "Oh Isabella, you have NO idea, you really have NO idea." He glared at her. "Don't spin this back to me, you'd think drunk or not, you'd know better then to have sex with the guy your sister's pretty much in love with and has been since the fucking dawning of time!" He pointed at Serena who didn't know what to do.
She felt like, her body shifted itself onto Auto pilot, feeling like she was going to puke, she kept stepping backwards, until she fully turned, breaking into a run, a run to get far away from them.
Michael kept standing still; he looked from Lincoln to Isabella, her eyes welling up more, her face falling. "No, but then you found it convenient to break up with me, so you can go hook up with some Veronica chic!" she shook her head.
"Isa..." Michael tried to pull her back; he kept avoiding looking at Lincoln.
"Well, that is what you told me last night, of what I can remember Michael," her voice starting to squeak.
"What? NO!" Lincoln looked at his little brother feeling extremely mad. "You told her I was going back to Veronica? You lied... Just to get some?" He looked like he could snap Michael in two.
All Isabella could feel is all the eyes staring at her, whispering, some laughed, but in the moment Isabella felt her hand going to her hair, she felt like everything was going in slow motion, glancing back to see the books of Serena's scattered on the floor, she quickly picked them up going to her car, she wasn't going to live this down, but right now, she was more worried about her sister.
Getting to her car, she started it, pulled back before driving off feeling worse.
Michael kept staring at Lincoln, "Congratulations," he walked away from his brother, "You've not only won the ruin Isa's life, you've told Serena!" he waved his hands, "What did she ever do to you?"
Lincoln exhaled. "What did she ever do to me, I was being honest because neither of you would've been. What did she ever do to you Michael? What did she ever do that was SO bad to you that you had to sleep with her sister - her sister! I'll tell you, she didn't do anything but love you! But you were to busy with your head up your ass or on Isabella's tits to notice." Lincoln opened his driver side door.
"You know what," Michael laughed; "You're just a asshole, who really likes to make a scene." he walked over to his brother. "But the only thing you did by telling Serena, is hurt her..." he walked away now, everyone still staring, "don't any of the have anything better to do!" he snapped before walking away.
Serena didn't know what to feel, rushing up the stairs toward her bedroom, she slammed the door, it was like an overload for her brain, so many emotions running around in her body, when she saw a picture on the wall of Michael and herself, she pulled it off, throwing it to the hardwood floor.
She couldn't control it, never being violent, never being this hurt, like her heart had broken into millions of tiny pieces.
She keep pulling stuff off the walls, onto the floors, tossing books at the walls, trying to feel better, she wanted this feeling to go away, but it only got worse.
Finally landing on her bed, she started to cry, sob her little heart out, she didn't understand. She thought Michael liked her, but he went and slept with her sister! Of all people.