What You Caused

38.

Chapter 38 | A traumatic event

Isabella:

It's like deja vu.

I wake up to the same sound of music blaring from next door. The same thump, thump shaking my walls.

This cannot be happening again. I think to myself, groaning allowed.

I raise my head from my desk, my neck cramping as I push my hair away from my face. God how had I fallen asleep?

The last thing I remember doing was my math homework which was I think about 5 hours ago now. I gaze up at my clock, squinting my eyes, trying to adjust to the darkness. Yup, five hours ago. It's currently midnight and the only source of light in my room in the moonlight peeking through a gap in the curtains.

Blindly searching for my phone in my desk drawer the dark, still half asleep, I power it on and then search for Lucas' number. The bright light is blinding and I wince until my eyes adjust to it.

I briskly thumb over the keypad and send Lucas a quick message, not caring about grammar or spelling mistakes; just blatantly telling him to shut the fuck up.

When the music doesn't die down and Lucas hasn't yet replied to my text and I shuffle to the window. His blinds and windows are now closed (for once), probably due to the immense cold thats arrived over the last few weeks.

I rub my eyes, willing myself to stay awake before slipping on my slippers and grabbing my blanket from my bed and wrapping it around myself like a cocoon.

Deciding that I won't be able to fall back asleep until the loud noise stops, I storm over to Lucas' house like I had done all those weeks prior. The cold envelopes me as I step outside and I wrap the blanket around me tighter.

As I stroll into the house, I'm immediately the stench of weed and I grimace. There aren't many people at this party. I think I see Dylan and Aidan passed out on the floor of the living room but in the darkness it's hard to tell.

"Oi, where's Lucas," I ask a random girl sprawled across the sofa whose cradling a red solo cup in one hand and a blunt in the other.

She looks around for a second, looking lost, until her eyes land on me.

"Where's Lucas?" I repeat getting irritated at this point.

"Upstairs," she tells me, her eyes bloodshot red. She begins to giggle. "Yeah he's upstairs."

"Okay thanks."

I storm up the stairs where plastic cups litter the steps and where a couple are sitting, making out. Once I reach the landing I push past a couple of people hoarding around infront of the bathroom and push the door open into Lucas' room.

"Luc-OHMYJOSEPHMARYJESUS."

Bleach. I need bleach.

What I'm met with is Lucas' bare ass. He's groaning and moaning as he pummels into a brunette who has her legs wrapped around his back moaning aswell. She is thoroughly enjoying this I conclude. I freeze, completely horrified not knowing what to do.

So I scream.

Like really loud.

In shock, Lucas tumbles off of the girl and onto the floor, giving me a lovely view of his front. I scream again and so does the girl as I smack a hand over my eyes and briskly turn around and blindly run out of the room and back into the landing.

I contemplate running into the bathroom and finding the bleach to douse myself in but before I get the chance to do so, Lucas comes hurdling out of his bedroom (with pants on).