Hailey's POV

God how did things get so bad so quick. Isaac and I were fine, I thought we were doing okay, I thought we were making progress, and then he goes and blows up in my face. I still couldn't even comprehend what the hell had happened, where everything went wrong. I of course didn't get one ounce of sleep last night, and the bags under my eyes were evident of that. Not only were they dark, but they were puffy and red from having cried so much.

I obviously had to tell my dad what was wrong and said that Isaac and I had broke up, but didn't give him the full details. He eventually made me take one of my anxiety pills through the middle of the night to calm me down, and it was the only reason why I got the little sleep that I did. My dad just so happen to have today off and insisted that I stay home with him, take the day off from school, but I would rather be at school than at home moping around.

I didn't go looking for Isaac after him and Dion had left school, I had convinced myself that he just needed some space. I would give him some time to calm down, wait for him to call me like he always did when he got over something, but he didn't this time. My heart fell into a deeper pit of sadness when he didn't show up in second period this morning. Not only was he just not in class, but Isaac's buddies, Niko and Lorenzo, sat at a different table this morning leaving Madison and I alone. The same went for the rest of the classes that I had with Isaac's friend, they all basically avoided me and sat on the opposite side of the room.

Except for Angela of course, she was constantly texting me checking up on me. She even asked if she could hang out with me during lunch today because she didn't want to be with the guys. I was currently sitting in my math class right now, trying my hardest not to have an emotional breakdown, but I couldn't help it. I wanted to talk to him so bad, I missed him, I wanted everything to be alright. The more and more I thought about him, the more and more I was starting to regret not staying home like my dad suggested I do. I don't know how, but word quickly got around school that Isaac and I were no longer together, so all the people staring at me, muttering things here and there, didn't make things any easier for me.

My eyes immediately threaten to water up and I quickly asked if I could be excused from class, luckily for me Mr. Brit actually agreed to let me go. I quickly packed my things up and told Madison that I would see her at lunch and left the class. Tears soon started free falling from my eyes the second I made it into the girls restroom, I quickly locked myself in an empty stall starting to cry my heart out. Thank God nobody else was in here.

I wanted to hear his voice so bad right now, I wanted him to tell me that everything was okay. I sat there crying on the toilet for about twelve seconds when I decided to cave in and call him. I pulled my phone out of my bag, unlocked it and scrolled through my contacts until I hit his name. I hesitated for a second, afraid that he wouldn't answer, but then managed to dial out his number.

With a shaky hand I bring my phone up to my ear and listen to the dial tone ring until it stops, and I think I've hit his voicemail but an unfamiliar feminine voice answers the phone. "Hello?"

I feel my heart immediately fall to my stomach, "Who is this?" I asked, my heart starting to race in my chest.

"Uh, an old friend you can say," she giggles.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

Isaac's voice is now suddenly in the back ground, among with some other back ground noise and then is suddenly speaking into the phone.

"Hello?"

His voice nearly sends me over the edge and I start to feel sick to my stomach.

"What?" The girl whines, her voice is now at a distance. "It was ringing so I answered it."

Isaac then starts to speak in Italian, making it very hard to understand him.

"W-who was that?" I asked, attempting my hardest not to get choked up on my tears.

"Hailey?" He questions, his deep voice laced with confusion, but he's not the only confused one here.

"Who is she.."

"I thought I told you not to call me," he says harshly, avoiding my question.

I feel like my hearts gonna come out of my chest right about now. I didn't think that I could possibly feel worse than before, but I do.

"You're un-fücking-believable," I tell him. "Is- is that her?.. Is Layla actually with you?" I continue to cry and he stays quiet. "I'm over here balling my fucking eyes out, while you're over there with your not so called ex, doing god knows what with her!"

"I don't fucking have time for this," he snarls ending the call, and I'm left crying harder than ever.

I couldn't begin to explain the amount of betrayal and hurt that I was feeling right about now. How could he do something like this, it's like I didn't even know who he was anymore.

Or maybe you never knew who he really was.

My pesky subconscious screams at the back of my head.

"Ugh!" I grunt, kicking the door to the stall, leaving a small dent. "Fucking asshole!" I cry, dialing my dads number and he instantly answers on the second ring.

"Hello?" But I can't seem to find my voice, the only thing that is coming out are my sobs. "Hail, what's wrong, honey?"

"I don't wanna be here," I cry. "I wanna go home!"

"I'm on my way," he says immediately. "I'll be there in five minutes."

I nod my head, "okay," and hang up the phone.

I shove my phone back into my bag, and step out of the bathroom stall and walk over to the sinks grabbing some paper to wipe my eyes. I stare at my reflection in the dirty bathroom mirror barely recognizing myself as tears continue to spill from my eyes.

I felt like my world was crumbling down and I didn't know how to stop it. I couldn't afford to go through another heart break. I didn't want to feel that type of agonizing pain all over again, I didn't want to hurt, I was too afraid to go through that again, I wouldn't be able to survive it. I could feel my throat instantly trying to close up as my anxiety kicked in, making it harder and harder to breathe.

I quickly place my bag onto the bathroom sink, opened it up wide, and pulled out my little container of pills. I instantly started to cry even harder when I couldn't get the stupid lid off because my hands were too shaky.

You're okay, just breathe.

Isaac's voice is suddenly ringing in my head from all those times he's helped me with my attacks.

"Get out of my head!" I cried.

"Um- are you okay?" A soft voice to the right of me says and I quickly turn to look at the person.

It's a girl that I don't recognize. I quickly nod my head yes, shoving my pills back into my bag, and storm out of the bathroom, muttering a quick 'I'm sorry' as I past the concern looking girl. I wipe the tears that are free falling from my eyes as I make my way up to the front office, praying to God that my dad's here already, I really don't want to be here by the time the lunch bell rings, which should be in a few minutes.

~~~~

"What the fuck is your problem?" Isaac snarls, tossing his phone onto the hotel bed, his high immediately being ruined.

Isaac had stepped out of the bathroom when he heard Layla's voice, thinking she was talking to him, only to find her on his phone. He had literally left her alone for only about five minutes, while he went into the bathroom do some quick lines. This wasn't Isaac first time messing with the C dust though, he had tried it from time to time at parties with Dion, he just never really cared for it.

Isaac was in such a shitty mood yesterday after he left school that he needed a little pick me upper. He of course knew that he couldn't use his dad's stuff, he knew better than that and had to fend for the snow else where, which then led him to making the stupid mistake in calling Layla.

Layla had connections on the other side of town that wouldn't get back to his dad, that his son wasn't out there looking to score a little bit of coke. Layla was actually pretty shocked to see Isaac's name pop up on her phone, but easily gave in and got him what he wanted seeing how they had some history together. One thing lead to another and the next thing you know Isaac found himself waking up in a luxurious hotel room with Layla laying next to him, and surprisingly didn't regret it.

Isaac would do anything in his power to get Hailey out of his head right now, but it was a little hard to do when she was over here crying, calling him.

Layla quickly gets off of the bed, Isaac's Tshirt still draped over her naked body. She walks up behind him, wrapping her arms around his body, her hands on top of his bare chest.

"Why are you so mad? Come back to bed, let me make it up to you," she says, running her hands up to Isaac face, turning it so that he was now facing her.

Isaac turns his whole body around, leaning into Layla as if he were gonna kiss her, teasing her in fact. He leans back in, their lips merely touching each other, when Isaac suddenly wraps his hand around her throat, gripping it tighter than usual.

"What the fuck are you doing answering my phone?" He growls, tightening his grip around her neck.

Layla's hands immediately fly up to his, attempting to pull it away but fails miserably. "I'm sorry," she manages to rasp out. "I- I didn't know it was her," she lies, knowing damn well she only answered because she saw Hailey's name on the screen.

"Don't fücking lie to me, Santiago," Isaac barks, forcing Layla to take a few steps back until the back of her knee's are hitting the bed. "I know the conniving little bitch that you are," he continues to add pressure on Layla's throat, making it harder and harder for her to breathe.

Layla's eyes begin to water up the more pressure Isaac continues to add. "Please," she wheezes, attempting to loosen his hold from around her. "I-I'm.. s-sorr-y," she cries, really struggling to breathe now.

Isaac notices this and finally let's go of her, shoving her back, causing her to fall on the bed behind her. She immediately starts coughing, gasping for air, her hand rubbing the area that Isaac had gripped, tears streaming down her pretty face.  

Isaac mentally swears to himself when he realizes what he's done and notices the faint bruising already forming on Layla's neck, then swears a second time when he notices the terrified look on her face. "Fuck.."

"Come here," he outstretches his hand, and Layla instantly places her hand in his out of fear. She knew the consequences that came with messing around with guys that were part of the mafia, but never in her wildest dreams did she think that Isaac would be like those guys. He places a hand on the side of her neck, and she immediately whimpers, turning to look away from him. She was trembling under his touch.

Isaac starts to caress her cheek with his thumb, "I'm sorry, Santi," he says gently and she slowly looks over at him. "I wasn't thinking.. the coke.. " he starts to say, then pauses sighing deeply. "I'm sorry."

Layla stares at Isaac quietly, not saying a single words and Isaac takes a step closer, cupping her face with both hands. "You know me, Santi, I would never put my hands on a woman. I- I.. don't know what came over me, I don't know what the fucks happening to me. I feel like I'm going insane."

Layla smiles faintly at Isaac, wrapping her hands around Isaac's wrist. "Love will do that to you.." she murmurs softly. "That annoying little feeling that you can't shake off, that's pain, Isaac, that's hurt. Welcome to your first heart break, luckily for you though I got the perfect thing to numb those silly little feelings, and the perfect distraction."

"Oh yeah, and what's that?"

"Me," she replies, smiling.

Layla then takes a step closer, locking her lips with Isaac's and to her surprise he doesn't pull back. Isaac deepens their kiss, wrapping his hands around Layla, pulling her closer to his body. He then lifts Layla off of the ground, wrapping her legs around his torso gently laying her down on the hotel bed, continuing to kiss her. This little movement actually takes Layla by surprise, she wasn't use to Isaac being so gentle and passionate, he was normally rough and dominant in bed, then again it could be all the cocaine in his system right now.

Isaac continues to hover over Layla's body, kissing her, eagerly building up their speed as he unwinds her hands from around his neck and instantly removes his shirt from her body, and is happy to find out that she's only wearing a thong underneath. Isaac leans back down to connect their lips once more and starts to slowly trail them down her neck, softly kissing and sucking on it as he palms her breast with his hand. Layla moans softly arching her body into his as he continues to devour her neck.

Isaac was driving her insane with all his tenderness. She wasn't use to it, but at the same time she didn't mind it, in fact she loved it. It made her feel wanted, needed, not just like some piece of ass, although she knew that's all this was, it was just sex. Isaac was bound to get tired of her eventually just like last time, toss her to the curve like nothing, but only this time she had the upper hand.

Isaac wasn't in his right state of mind, he was vulnerable, he was weak right now, meaning she could call the shots this time around, she decided what did and didn't happen. She had complete control over him as long as he stayed in this state, she had to keep him numb to the world, and that's what she intended on doing. Isaac would be hers, even if it was just temporarily.

Layla turns her head preventing from Isaac to continue kissing her, he pushes him self up, holding his weigh above her, staring deep into Layla's eyes as she laid there gazing back at him. She smiles wrapping her arms around him, pulling him in for yet another feverishly kiss. She unwraps her hold from Isaac a couple seconds later, shoving him off of her so that he's now laying on his back and she quickly climbs on top of him, straddling him. She leans down to kiss him and Isaac's hands easily roam her thighs as she continues to grind herself against his growing erection in his jeans.

Isaac lets out a deep, soft groan as Layla continues to grind herself against him, causing her to grin against his lips. "You're such a fücking tease," he mutters in a husky voice, his hands now gripping her ass.

She laugh's softly, "like you don't like it," she playfully gushes and Isaac chuckles licking his lips. "I have something for you," she says.

"For me?" Isaac questions, slightly tilting his head.

"Mhm," she quickly pecks him on the lips, and leans over him, reaching for her bag on the far night stand. She lays it on the bed next to Isaac, and digs in it looking for what she needs, as Isaac clearly stares at her bare chest, when she pulls out a perfectly rolled blunt and a little green container. "It's from California," she smiles.

"No shit," Isaac quickly grabs the blunt from Layla's hand, smelling it. "How'd you get this?"

"My brother. His friend was out there for a couple weeks," she smiles, pulling a lighter out of her bag. She flicks the lighter on, "shall we?"

Isaac chuckles grabbing the lighter from Layla and starts to light the blunt in his other hand, rotating it here and there trying to get an even burn. A couple seconds later he brings the burning paper to his lips, drawing smoke into his mouth and takes a deep breath of air transferring the smoke into his lungs, exhaling it after.

"Come here," Isaac smirks.

Still straddling him, Layla leans down a bit and Isaac reaches a hand behind her neck pulling her down some, she immediately trembles at his touch pulling back. "I'm not gonna hurt you, i promise," he murmurs.

Layla nods her head, relaxing a bit and Isaac smiles up at her. Still clinging onto her neck, he gently pulls her down until their faces are mere inches from each other. With his other hand he brings the blunt back up to his lips, repeating the same process from before, but only this time when he releases the smoke he blows it in Layla's mouth, his lips grazing against hers. She smiles locking her lips with Isaac, as he deepens the kiss and Layla comes up for air, releasing the smoke Isaac had blew into her mouth. 

Layla ends up coughing a couple times realizing it was a lot more smoke than she could normally handle, and Isaac grins pulling her back in for another kiss. Things start to get heated pretty quickly, picking up where they left off a couple minutes ago. A deep soft growl erupts from Isaac throat as Layla continues to torture him, grinding her hips against his hard on. She tears her lips away from Isaac, slowly trailing kisses down his jaw, neck, down to his chest, until she's a couple inches from his waist line.

She glances up to find Isaac looking down at her, the burning blunt in his left hand still. "You finish that," she says, starting to undo the button to his jeans, slowly unzipping them. "While i start this.." she grins, reaching into the material of his boxers.