Hey! I haven`t written in like a month because to be honest I was so busy I forgot :P So I hope you enjoy what`s next. This chapter was not very eventfull so I will put up another one soon.
Isabel shot up in her small bed, drenched in sweat. Every night she had the same dream. Her and the others were at the same restraunt. The same man stared at them. The strange Topolsky woman followed them. But tonight she hadn't finished the dream. When the dream went on, she murdered them all brutally for what they had done to her. Isabel looked around at her surroudnings, breathing heavily. She was in the familiar grungy hotel that had a faint smell of cologne. Her room had the bedroom she slept in and a small living room and joining kitchen as well as a small bathroom. Kyle shared the room with her but let her have the bed and slept on the couch. Another thing about her dreams, Kyle was literally obsessed with her. But in real life things were the same as ever. He cracked jokes with her, and was always trying to make her smile. It was hard for Isabel to smile, she missed Jesse practically every moment she breathed. It always seemed that everything reminded her of him. The hotel's clerk was Latino. Michael liked the same gum flavour as him. Kyle talked about sports. She usually tried to brush mentions of him off her shoulder, but sometimes she felt like breaking down in tears. Isabel threw the covers off and stared out the open window. It showed her the boring town of Blue River in just as boring Colorado. Then Isabel realized she must have been woken up, because it was 3:00 AM and she usually slept until at least 8:00. She quietly creeped out the door and saw Kyle sitting up, but passed out on the couch. She smirked and walked over to him. The T.V. was on, the volume just above mute. He had left it on the sports channel - of course - and a replay of a football game was playing. The rest of the room was dark and no other things could have made noise. She guessed she had just randomly woken up. The blanket Kyle usually used was folded on the couch and she slowly layed it on him. His lips twitched and he moved a litte, but continued to sleep. Isabel had always thought he was cute when he slept, though without his constant grin he seemed different. Just as Isabel was about to go back to her room, she head a faint bump from the bathroom. Her stomach flipped and she froze. She turned on her heel and faced the bathroom across the room. She slowly tiptoed over to the closed bathroom and pressed her ear against the door. Another bump. She thought of waking Kyle, but it could be something completely harmless. She placed her hand on the door and pushed it open. She flicked the light on and prepared for whatever could be in there. The shower curtain fluttered and a cold breeze blew at her. She looked over at the corner and realized the small window was open, and the wind was knocking a tree against it. She sighed in relief. She closed the window and it clicked shut. She made her way back to her room, looking at Kyle to make sure he was still asleep. He wasn't exactly a happy camper when he was woken up early. As she climbed back into bed she looked over at the picture frame she kept with her at all times. It was of her, Jesse, Max, Michael, Liz, Maria and Kyle on her wedding day. They all smiled happily and carefree, even Michael, at her. Kyle held a glass of champagne and stood next to her and Jesse who were holding hands and laughing. Michael had his arm in Maria's shoulder and Liz was hugging Max's waist. She smiled as she closed her eyes and hoped the dream wouldn't continue on.