A/N: Stop the press! I wrote a chapter to this one, holy cow! Seriously, I don't know what came over me, but it just started writing itself. We'll see what happens. Can I finish this one off? I was only hoping for Twenty Chapters. Let's see if I can do it! :)

Chapter 17 – Calling You

Isobel stared at the phone, it was ringing—again. It was probably the twelfth time since she had answered and hung up on him. He had called her all day, but she refused to answer until about the fortieth time when she grabbed the phone, answered, and hung up without saying a word to him.

That was about ten minutes ago. She was angry with him still, really angry. She didn't know what was worse; him going to her father or her father coming to her.

She was finishing up her packing. She'd be starting at Spenser on Monday and she was dreading it. Something she would have giving up anything for just days ago, and she didn't want to do it anymore.

Things were not going how she had hoped. She was supposed to be happy again, and she was until this happened. She had felt wanted and needed and now she didn't feel those things.

The phone ran again and she picked it up, staring at the screen where it displayed Reid's name. She contemplated answering it, listening to him, but she couldn't. She knew if she heard his voice she would probably forgive him, even though she was furious with him. Just his voice alone would sooth her.

Reid laid on his bed repeatedly trying to call his girlfriend. It was no use; she was ignoring his phone calls. He couldn't stand it, it was driving him mad.

The dorm door opened and Tyler let the arm full of books and papers fall on to his bed. He rolled his eyes and snatched the phone from the blonde's grasp. Reid reacted by trying to grab it back, but wasn't quick enough.

"What the hell, Ty?" Reid's voice cracked softly.

"You're not going to fix this by calling her every minute," The brunette declared annoyed. Reid had missed two more days of school, and was starting to get whiny and annoying.

"It's been every couple of minutes," Reid stated grabbing his phone back and holding it to his chest.

"Not any better,"

"Every hour?"

"How about you give her some time?" Tyler offered.

Reid scowled at his best friend, "You're supposed to be on my side!"

"I am on your side, Reid." Tyler sat down at the edge of his friend's bed. "That's why I'm telling you this."

"Shut up, Tyler…" Reid growled angrily.

He pushed himself out of the bed. Standing up on his own two feet he reached over and grabbed Tyler's keys and headed for the door. Tyler got up and followed him.

"Where the hell are you going"

"Out," Reid replied trotting down the stairs.

"Where?"

"Leave me alone Tyler," He shoved the double doors open.

"Don't do anything stupid, please…" Tyler followed him out to the black Hummer.

"Like what?" Reid looked back at him. Tyler gave him a serious look. Reid shook his head.

He didn't even bother to say anything in return; instead he got in the SUV and took off.

Reid drove the ten minute distance to his house. One of the last places he really wanted to be. But, he felt alone. He felt unwanted, the same way he always felt at home for so many years. He looked up at the large house and sighed.

He walked in and trudged up to his room. He pulled out the bottle of whiskey he always kept hidden. He hated himself; he hated that he was turning in to his father.

Reid was never one to flaunt his money around. That was one of the reasons he didn't have his own car. He didn't want one. He didn't have to have designer names, it didn't matter to him. It never did.

And here he was using his money in away his father would. The fix things just like Joseph Garwin. A man Reid swore he wouldn't be. Work, money and power would never come before his family, friends and life. He used it to fix a problem, how could he do that?

How could he be just like him?

He took a swig from the bottle. The more he thought about it, the more he decided to drink.

Isobel stared at her phone. It hadn't rung in three hours. A part of her was relieved, but more of her was worried. Reid wasn't the kind of person who just gave up. That wasn't his style.

She licked her lips and wondered if she should call him. She wanted to hear his voice to make sure that he was ok. She couldn't look at herself if something was wrong.

After a long debate with herself, Isobel picked up her phone and called him. She had to know he was ok, she just had too. It would kill her inside if something happened to Reid.

It ran several times before going to his voicemail. She figured that he hadn't heard it, or maybe he was just staring at it in shock? She wasn't sure, so she tried it again.

"Hey, you got Reid, leave a message…"

That was all she got after three rings. Isobel searched her phone for Tyler's number and found it. She waited for him to pick up and after two long rings, he did.

"Tyler, its Isobel."

"Isobel?" His voice sounded relieved. "How are you?"

"Tyler, where is Reid?"

Confused Tyler coughed, "He's been trying to call you all day,"

"He stopped three hours ago, Tyler, where is he?"

"I—I don't know…"

"What do you mean you don't know?" She stuttered over her words. "Isn't he in the dorm with you?"

"He—he took off at lunch today. I came by to bring him his work, he jacked my keys and left."

"DO you have nay idea where he is or where he'd go?"

"Honestly, I thought he was going to come see you,"

"He hasn't' shown up, think…" She paused, her lips pressed together. "Where else would he go?"

Tyler paused for a second, and thought, "Isobel…"

"Tyler, just help me please. I'm worried. I called him twice, no answer."

"He didn't answer?"

Isobel was a bit put off by Tyler's tone. He didn't sound so sure of himself, and she didn't like that. She confirmed what he had said and Tyler's stomach fell to his feet. If Reid saw that Isobel was calling he would have answered in a heart beat. He would have dropped everything to pick up the phone.

"I think I might… I think I might know where he is…" Tyler chewed his bottom lip. "I'll call you back in twenty minutes,'

"Ten," Isobel stated shortly.

"Fine, ten minutes, I'll call you back…"

Isobel hung up the phone more stressed than when she had original made the call. She didn't know what to expect, but she prayed that he was OK. She didn't want anything bad to happen to Reid. That was the last thing she wanted. Could she make it ten minutes knowing he might be in trouble? She thought for a moment and realized she didn't really have a choice.

Tyler materialized outside of the Garwin Manor. His truck was, thankfully, in the driveway. That was definitely a good sign. He hurried in to the house, his heart hammering desperately, remembering the last time he came here in search of his best friend.

He found him, in his room, almost dead. He hoped that this time would be different. He tried to think as positively as he could, but right now, it just wasn't working.

"Reid?" He called out his bet friend's name. No answer. He took the stairs two at a time, "Reid!" Still nothing.

Tyler barged in to Reid's room, praying to the Almighty above that he was not lying on his floor like he had been only a few weeks ago. He searched around the room—nothing. Panicked he summoned the power; this was the only way he could find him without going absolutely mad. He let the power consume him as he searched for Reid's energy. He found it and used to materialize where his best friend was.

When his eyes fell blue again he was staring at Reid. He was sitting in a dark room, a bottle of whiskey in his hand, a razor blade in the other. He was just staring at it, no wrist or other body part exposed. There was no blood, Tyler was right on time.

"Reid," The blonde looked up at him, his eyes blood shot and glassy. "What are you doing?"

"Drinking away the pain," He gave a lazy smirk. "There's nothing left." He gave a painful smile. "I decided I'd drink myself to death, instead of trying to kill myself…" He tossed the razor blade on to the desk.

"Reid, c'mon that's not true…"

"It is," Reid guzzled another swig of the amber liquid. "I'm just like him, Tyler…"

Tyler was confused for a moment, but then where they were sank in; Reid's father's home office. The door was only open when Meredith got drunk and wanted to wallow in her self-pity. Reid almost never stepped foot inside of this room, except on occasion to make sure his mother was still breathing.

"You're nothing like him, Reid,"

"You're wrong." Reid pointed out. "I'm just like him,"

Tyler fell in to the dusty chair in front of the blonde. He knew any minute, Isobel would be calling him, she would be wondering how Reid was. Reid took another swallow of his whiskey as Tyler's phone rang.

The brunette boy jumped up and grabbing his phone, he saw Isobel's name and answered it.

"I told you to call me in ten minutes, Tyler Simms, why haven't you called?"

"I'm sorry, I'm with him now." Reid looked up and met Tyler's gaze.

"Where is he?

"His house," Tyler murmured his eyes downcast.

"I'm coming now,"

"I don't think that's a good idea,"

"Why not, is he ok?" Isobel pressed.

"It's really not, Ok? He's fine, but he's drunk… really drunk."

"I'm not drunk. Who the hell are you talking to?" Reid asked angrily.

"Let me talk to him," Isobel felt her hearth beating quicker.

"Maybe you should wait until tomorrow, when he's sobered up," Tyler did not want Reid to say something he might regret, which he usually did when he was plastered.

This wasn't the way Isobel needed to see him or speak to him. It just wouldn't be him.

"Who the hell is on the phone, Tyler?" Reid demanded.

"Let me talk to him, Tyler, maybe it'll help?" Isobel suggested

"Hold on," He mumbled. Now he could definitely see how these two were good together. They were both pretty damn stubborn. He handed the phone to Reid and waited to see what would transpire between the two.

"Hello?" Reid questioned staring at Tyler.

"Reid, it's me Isobel,"

Reid sat back down in the old chair; he couldn't believe he was finally hearing her voice. It sounded so heavenly. He wished that he could see her. Somehow, just the sound of her voice made everything seem better, but he still felt lost.

"Isobel," He said her name so breathlessly that it made her nose sting and her eyes tear up. He was trying to find words to say to her but nothing would come out. After a few short seconds of silence he spoke, "I—I've been calling you,"