Chapter one hundred and sixteen:
Isaac and Taylor returned late from the studio.
They had both lost track of time, and stayed much later than expected, since Isaac
felt Christy would be angry with him anyway, he might as well prolong the fight
he would be walking into.
Isaac dropped his notebook and guitar down in the hallway with a
heavy sigh.
The bodyguard appeared in the entry from the living room. “Hey, you
guys made it home.”
“Yeah,”
“Shortly after 1am. Zac and Becky aren’t back
either, Zac called to say they’d be out late.”
”Okay. Where are the girls?” Isaac asked.
“Jen and Christy are both upstairs. They didn’t even come down for
dinner. They both said they weren’t feeling well.”
Isaac sighed. “Alright, I’ll go talk to Christy.”
He jogged up the stairs and waited outside the bedroom door for a
second.
He drew in a deep breath and knocked on the door. “C? Honey, it’s
me.”
The room inside was completely silent.
He sighed. “Christy, come on, I know you’re mad at me, but can we
at least talk about it?”
He still received no answer.
He groaned and attempted to turn the knob, but found it locked.
Isaac searched through the pockets of his jeans and produced his
keys.
He flipped through them until he found the bedroom door key and pushed the key
into the lock.
He turned the knob and pushed the door open.
He stepped into the dark bedroom, and clicked on the light.
He looked around the room slowly, with his hands planted on his
hips.
The room was an absolute mess. There were magazines, papers and
books scattered across the entire room.
The desk chair had been pushed over, and the pillows had been shoved off the
bed onto the floor.
He sighed and picked up an empty bottle of vodka which was lying
on its side on the carpet.
He placed it up right next to another
one on the nightstand and sat next to Christy, who was stretched across the
bed, completely passed out and clutching two more bottles, one in each hand.
“Christy?” He said, gently touching her cheek.
Her skin was cold.
“Christy, wake up and go to bed, okay?” He partially turned her to
see her lips were slightly blue.
He leaned close to listen to her breathing.
He could barely hear anything.
Isaac jumped to his feet and dialed nine-one-one, while yelling
for the bodyguard and anyone in earshot to help.
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