Part Three
Isabel slowly lifted Michael's arm off of her stomach and onto his own. She stood up cautiously and walked towards the kitchen. As she reached to get a yogurt from the fridge, Michael came walking into the kitchen.
"What are you doing?" Michael asked quietly.
"I'm getting something to eat." Isabel responded without emotion.
"You're just going to do what you did before, throw it all up again. You can't do that to your body." Michael said.
"Hey! I don't need you lecturing me right now, okay! All I want is for you to be here for me and that's what you've been doing so far. So, please, don't tell me what to do." Isabel said sternly. She had no intention of listening to another person tell her what was bad and what was good. All she wanted to do was wallow, so that's what she did. She took out the large container of yogurt and went into the living room. She turned the TV on and switched it to Maury. 'Good. Now maybe I can watch someone else deal with their problems.' Isabel sighed. Michael came and sat beside her. He hated to see her like this, so depressed.
An hour passed and they sat there silently, listening to the people on TV shout at each other. At the end of the show, Isabel got up and walked towards the bathroom. She didn't bother to lock the door, since Michael could get in anyway. Michael stayed in the living room, not wanting to disturb Isabel. He could hear her regurgitating the yogurt. His face cringed at the sound.
A few minutes passed and her stomach started feel emptier. Her throat started to feel scratchy and her nose hurt from all the pressure. Tears filled her eyes, blocking her clear vision. She took a piece of toilet paper and wiped away the remains from her mouth and then wiped away the tears. Then Isabel got up and walked back into the living room and sat down next to Michael.
"You wanna go for a walk or something?" Michael asked.
"No, not really." Isabel shook her head.
"Come on. Let's go." Michael urged her as he took a hold of her hand. He pulled her up and towards the door. Reluctantly, she allowed him to take her where ever they were going.
They pulled up in front of the large rock which held their pods.
"What are we doing here?" Isabel asked almost angrily. "I don't want to be here right now. Take me back home." She demanded.
"Sorry Princess, but we're going inside." Michael told her and they both got out of the car. They walked inside the large cave and sealed the door behind them. As they walked towards the pods, Isabel cringed as she remembered her conversation with her mother the day before.
"I came here to talk to my mother. But she never spoke to me. She made me so mad because she's never been here for me my entire life!" Isabel said out loud so Michael could hear her. "It was my birthday! I turned 18 and she still wasn't here! I wanted to see her so bad." She knelt on her knees and put her forehead to the ground, weeping. Michael knelt down beside her and stroked her hair.
"Look at me. You're going to see your mother again. I know it. One way or another, we'll find a way back to our planet. I can feel it in my bones. I promise you that I WILL find a way back so you can see your mother, I'll look until the day I die." Michael solemnly promised her. She nodded with a vague smile and hugged Michael.
"Michael, you're so good to me. And I know I'm not the only one without a mother. You don't have one either, not even here on earth. And I'm sorry for acting so selfish, because we're all going through the same thing. I'll look with you, for our way home. We'll find the way together." Isabel promised. They smiled at each other and hugged again.