All It Seems

Part 7: Jagerbombs

I open the front door as quietly as I can to the apartment to find Kim passed out on the couch, her arm hanging off the edge.

I sigh and think of how they probably got wasted and stumbled back here together, tripping over their own feet, eating the pavement as they went down. Ironically, the last time I got drunk Isaac didn't speak to me for three days because 'I could've gone home with someone else' even though we were just as the local bar with our friends.

I walk over to her and pull her arm up, resting it on her stomach before walking to the room to find Isaac lying spreadeagled on his stomach on top of the duvet, still in his jeans and tshirt.

I ignore him and head straight to the bathroom to get ready for bed.

I ran over everything in my mind to make sure I did it right.

1. Put Lucy to bed by 8:30pm
2: leave by 9, locking the door and taking the key for my own personal use.
3: do not stay longer than 9.

Yeah, I did them all. I felt a little uncomfortable about leaving Lucy alone in the house but I assumed that her parents would be back not long after I left. I wondered if I would ever get the pleasure of meeting her parents and doubted the liklihood since she wasn't even able to speak about them to me. Odd.

I brushed my teeth and got in the shower not caring about whether or not it would wake either of them up.

As the hot water cascaded over my body and I stood there for a while just thinking about anything and everything.

I was so tempted to leave and stay at Alyssa's, she is closer to work after all.
I also thought it's interesting that Isaac didn't contact me every other hour like he used to. It couldn't have been because Kim was here because that's never stopped him before... maybe he's actually listening to me for once. Listening to the fact that his protective behaviour, whilst nice to know he cares about me that much, is suffocating.

Sometimes I wish I wasn't in a relationship. I don't need to be, I'm independent enough that I don't need to and I quite like it that way but I don't want to hurt Isaac. The last time I was single was my last year of highschool before Isaac and I got together. 

A memory of him all athletic and smart walking down the school corridor towards me made my heart flutter. 

That's the issue. I'm making myself miserable because I don't want to hurt him and stuck reliving the past. A very big part of me does love him though. He is my love and I his, and what game isn't flawed by its players? Achilles had his weak spot and I know Isaac's. Does he know mine? 

Heathcliff and Catherine struggled to admit their love and she ended up dying when she finally decided to fight for them.

Darcy couldn't see beyond his nose to realise his love for Elizabeth, and Elizabeth was too proud to admit hers. But they ended up together, in love and seemingly happy. Maybe we'd be like that.

I stepped out and dried off when the water started to lose its heat and wrapped the towel tightly around my body. 

When I stepped into the bedroom to dry off, Isaac was sitting up on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands and his eyes pinched shut tight.

I ignored him and pulled a pair of underpants and my pyjamas from the drawers beside my bed.

"Can you get me some paracetemol?" he groaned and laid back on the bed whilst clutching his head.

"No, get it yourself, I'm going to bed," I said calmly as I slipped on my clothes. 

"Please?" He begged again and I huff, dropping my towel and walking into the bathroom in my underwear and a singlet top.