Heroin and Vodka
Author's note: Ok. After a long break, my exams are finally over and I can resume updating this story. Don't worry. I'm not dumping it any time soon. Besides I was saving this special chapter for this moment only. So enjoy.
Chapter 7
Earlier that day…
Isaac was walking downstairs.
"Now is not the time to discuss this." Isaac replied, in a slightly irritated tone. "You know what you're doing. You know it's wrong." There was a pause. Isaac huffed impatiently.
"Well, you keep going like this and I'll stop picking up your calls. No. She's not in yet, she's running late today. Look we'll talk later. Ok?" He hung up.
Isaac sighed as he glanced at the clock.
It was 9:15 AM.
Odd. Isaac thought. She's never been late, except during our first session. Where are you Annalise?
9:11 PM…
Bonnie pulled up beside Asher's car. She got out. The driveway was eerily silent. Nearby, she spotted Asher's Prius. It was blinking.
Walking up to it, she spotted Asher. He was staring down at his wheel pointedly. His face was all sweaty and he was shaking slightly.
"Hi." she said softly.
Asher looked up at her.
"I can't look." he replied.
"Don't worry." she replied calmly. "You don't have to."
She glanced over sideways before bending down and examining the bottom of the car.
"Is she alive? Please tell me she's alive and we just have to call an ambulance." Asher replied.
There lay Sinclair, with her eyes half open. Spit was flowing down her chin and onto the driveway.
She got back up.
"Asher…" Bonnie began, softly.
"No, no, no, no, no, no. Check her pulse." Asher replied, in denial.
"I don't have to." Bonnie replied. "She's gone."
"Oh god." Asher replied with a sigh. "Oh god. Oh god. I did that—"
"Hey—" Bonnie answered softly.
"You need to go." Asher replied immediately.
"Stop." Bonnie began.
I need to call the police and—" Bonnie cut him off.
"Listen to me. I'm your lawyer. And I'm advising you not to do anything yet." she began. "You just do what I tell you to. OK?"
Asher gave a slight nod.
9:17 PM…
At the Hapstall Mansion, Annalise was checking an article on Asher's recently dead dad who had just committed suicide that very morning. Suddenly the phone began to buzz. I was Isaac.
Annalise sighed.
She knew why he was calling. She had missed her session earlier that morning. What with all this mess with Philip and Nate and the gun and Catherine running away….she just hadn't been able to handle seeing him, afraid she would spill everything to him. Not to mention, she had to find a way to fix this mess before it was too late.
She cancelled the call
The phone began to vibrate again.
She huffed, annoyed.
"Isaac? What is it? I'm busy. I'll come over tomorrow and—"
"No, Annalise. It's me." The voice replied, cutting her off.
"Bonnie?" she asked.
"Sinclaire's dead." Bonnie replied in a grave tone.
Annalise froze.
"What?" she asked, in shock.
"Asher hit her with his car ." Bonnie continued. "He called me to help. He wants to go to the police but you know what will happen if he does. He's going to tell them everything, Annalise— that I killed Sam, that you made him not testify. It'll all come out. We'll go to jail."
The room began to spin as Bonnie continued talking.
"…What do I do Annalise? Just tell me. Do I make it look like a hit and run? Do I go to the police and tell them everything? But you need to tell me to do that."
Annalise took a deep breath.
"Sit tight. I'll call you back." she replied, hanging up.
Annalise gazed at the room around her. Her vision began to blur.
Asher's dad killed himself…
Sinclaire suspects I messed with Philip's records. I blew up at her in front of the whole station.
…Make it look like a hit and run…
She steadied herself. Unlocking her phone, she dialed the one person she could rely on at this moment.
"Frank? Tell me you're still at the house."
"You don't have to do that." Laurel replied.
Micheala was busy vigorously wiping the glass table in the living room with a napkin in a vain attempt to wipe out all the fingerprints.
"I want to." She replied.
"We were here all day. Our finger prints are supposed to be all over the place." Laurel countered.
"It doesn't matter anyway." Conner replied, cutting in. "This won't work."
"You're right." Annalise replied, walking in, gun in hand. "It won't work. Not unless we do something to make them believe it."
She walked up to them and began dialing a number.
"What are you doing?" Micheala asked.
"Who are you calling?" Conner followed up.
"Help." Annalise replied, sobbing. "I've been shot."
Laurel's eyes widened.
"This is Annalise Keating. And my client, Catherine Hapstall, she shot me. I'm here at her house, the A.D.A's here too. Please hurry." She hung up. She looked up at the rest them.
"There." she replied, confidently. "Now it'll work."
She walked up to Conner.
"Shoot me." she replied, handing over the gun to him.
Conner eyed her as if she was crazy.
"No." he replied.
"I'm the woman who ruined your life and I'll ruin Oliver's too."
"You've lost your mind." Conner replied, with gritted teeth.
"Felony computer hacking, falsifying records and that face. The friends he'd make behind bars—"
"You don't go near him!" Conner shouted, advancing upon her.
"Just take this gun and shoot me." Annalise shouted back.
Frustrated, he grabbed the gun.
"Ok. I'm going to do it." he replied, aiming the gun at her.
Micheala immediately stepped between the two.
"No, no. no. no. Conner. Please don't." she begged, sobbing.
Conner dropped the gun in shock, and left the room.
Annalise immediately turned to Micheala.
"Micheala , think about your futer. You'll be in jail and—"
"I'll be in jail, then fine. I'll tell them everything." she shouted back, following after Conner.
Annalise turned to Laurel.
"Laurel, you've been in worse situations with your father. And you've always helped us. I need you to do it one more time."
Laurel looked over at the gun in Wes's hand.
"Maybe we should go to jail. For everything…Maybe that's okay…" she replied, softly. She backed away.
"No…" Annalise replied, sobbing. "Give me the gun."
"No." Wes replied, backing out of the room.
"Rebecca's dead. Wes." Annalise spoke out.
Wes stopped. He slowly turned back to gaze at her, eyes wide.
"I made it up that she ran away. I've been lying to you this whole time. Every time you asked me about her, she's been dead the whole time."
Wes advanced on her, raising the gun.
"Shoot me. I deserve it." She replied, readying herself.
"Wes. Please don't do it." Laurel begged, trying to make Wes see reason, but failing miserably. "She's just saying that to make you do it."
A shot rang out in the clear, dark night.
Isaac was just about to turn in. He glanced at his phone.
Isaac was worried. He had tried contacting Annalise multiple times. Each time it had gone to voicemail.
He decided to try one last time.
Dialing her number, he waited expectantly.
On the fifth ring, he sighed. He was about to hang up when a voice answered.
"Who is this?" a male voice asked.
"Umm…this is Isaac Roa." Isaac replied expectantly. "I was hoping to speak to Miss Keating."
"I'm sorry, but Annalise cannot answer at this very moment. Good bye." He was about to hang up, when Isaac called out.
"Wait. Wait. Can I just reschedule an appointment she had with me this morning? I'm her therapist."
"Oh…" a tone of recognition was heard in his voice. "You're the therapist that Annalise told me about. Well. I'm sorry, Dr. Roa but your appointment will have to wait for a while." His voice became grave. "Annalise has been shot."
Isaac froze, his heart stopping for a moment.
"I-I'm sorry?" he asked, hoping he had misheard.
"You heard right. Annalise has been shot and she won't be able—"
"Which hospital?" Isaac cut in.
"I'm sorry?" the voice asked in confusion.
"Which hospital is she admitted in?" he asked, wiping sweat from his brow.
"St. Edith's Hospital. Why do you—" the voice asked, before interrupting him once agin.
"May I know who this is that I'm speaking to?" Isaac asked.
"This is Frank Delfino. I'm Annalise's associate." the voice replied.
Isaac hung up.
Isaac rushed into St. Edith's Hospital.
You're getting too close to her…
She's triggering you Isaac.
He rushed upto the reception and asked for Annalise. The receptionist gave him the number to her room.
He found a man pacing the door outside. He rushed up to him.
"Frank Delfino?" he asked in a huff.
The man turned to face him. A look of recognition dawned upon his face.
"Dr. Roa?" he asked.
"Yes. I am him." he replied, before catching his breath. He turned to the door. "How is she?" he asked softly.
"She's out of danger." Frank informed him. "The bullet fortunately passed through her, so it was a clean injury."
"May I go in and see her?" Isaac asked softly.
Frank raised his eyebrows.
"Umm…yeah sure…but she's on meds right now and hasn't gained consciousness yet. You'd be wasting your time." he replied with a shrug.
"Thank you." Isaac replied, turning to the door. Taking a deep breath, he walked in.
Annalise was propped on the bed in hospital gown. She was unconscious. Glancing at her waist, he noticed it was heavily bandaged with gauze.
Guess that's where she was shot, he thought wryly.
Sitting down on the seat beside the bed, he glanced at her face. She looked so calm while she was asleep that Isaac found it hard to believe that she was actually a troubled alcoholic.
He noticed a strand of hair which had fallen out of place. He reached out gently and pulled it back around her ears.
The door opened.
Isaac's eyes widened as he noticed who it was.
"Julie?" he asked in shock.
Author's note: There you go. The season mid-finale. Bet you all did'nt see that coming. Now Julie(ahem—Bonnie) will have quite some explaining to do in the following chapter. Hope you all enjoyed it. Do review as I'd love to know your feedbacks.