Liza's POV:

When I woke up the next day, I was in a stranger's house, in their bed, in their room, I slightly panicked, I got up, I walked out of the bedroom and towards the stairs, I peeked downstairs seeing a guy asleep on the couch, I didn't recognize him, I headed back up to his room, looking at my wrists, bandaged differently, thinking to myself, 'he must have seen me while I was walking and passed out.'

I lay back down and fall back to sleep. An hour or so later I feel someone gently shaking me,

"Wake up," the guys says.

I open my eyes, yawning, looking at the guy,

"I'm Liza," I say holding my hand out to him.

"Issac, I made breakfast you should eat," he takes my hand helping me up and shaking my hand.

"Thank you," I said looking around his room, it was different, photos of him and a few guys were all the ones he owed.

He walked out of his room and I followed him, I sat at the table where he had two plates set up, a cup of juice and a cup of black coffee, he sat across from me and we began to eat in silence, he was the first to break the silence,

"What happened to you?"

I looked up at him, "I don't remember, might sound strange but it's something that happens often."

He locks eyes with me, I have to look away as the voices begin,

You're a foul! He'll never love you! Don't bother falling bitch!

Fuck off! I deserve a life!

Well actually you don't 😂

Yes I fucking do!

I didn't realize Isaac was talking to me, until he reached across the table and touched my arm, causing me to jump and push the chair backwards away from him,

"Easy Liza, I won't hurt you, I was just trying to get your attention back, you went someplace else there, are you okay?"

I just nod at him, I really wasn't comfortable sharing anything else with him yet, he was a stranger. He left it alone after that, when we finished he cleaned our plates and looked at the time,

"Can I give you a ride home? I have an appointment, I can see you later when I'm done if you'd like."

I looked at him, "Yeah that's fine Issac."

He handed me his phone and I handed him mine, I put my number in under Liza, I handed him back his phone and took mine back, I put my sneakers on and Isaac handed me a hoodie,

"It's fucking cold out, put that one, I don't want you getting sick."

I took the hoodie from him, I put it on, and followed him out the door, putting my phone in the hoodie pocket. We got into his black camero and I gave him my address, 20 minutes later we arrived at my house, he pulled into my driveway and I turned to him before I opened the door, I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, which shocked him,

"Thank you for last night, you could have left me in the cold and you took me in instead, I owe you, whenever you need a favor call Okay?"

He cracked a tiny smile, "Okay I'll hold you too that."

I smiled too, "also thank you for stitching my wrists, I wish I could explain to you what really happened but I can't maybe one day."

I reached for the handle and opened the door, I got out and shut the door and made my way to my front door, I walked inside and went to shower and get ready for dance classes, I left for dance and spent the rest of the day working with my students, when I finished I hadn't gotten a text yet, so I headed home and took a shower, I got into shorts and pulled on the hoodie Isaac gave me this morning, I went to my freezer and grabbed the bottle of tequila and opened it, I began to drink and didn't hear my phone go off.

Issac's POV:
I texted Liza around 11:30pm, she didn't answer me, I tried to call around midnight and she didn't pick up, I drove by her house and her lights were on but no sight of her, I sighed and shrugged she was probably sleeping and left the lights on. I drove home and laid on my bed, staring at the ceiling, about 20 minutes later my phone chimes with a text from Liza that didn't make sense,

Leave me alone! I can't do this.....

I texted her back

What are you talking about Liza?

Life, I can't live like this....

Liza don't say that, I'm coming over you better answer that door

I left my house in a hurry and raced to her house, I knocked and tried calling her, I could hear her phone in her living room but she was nowhere to be seen, I really hoped she was okay. I gave up and went home. I went to bed.

Liza's POV:

I woke up the next morning on a hard surface, I looked around my garage, I groaned at the pounding headache I had, I grabbed the aspirin and some juice, I took them and drank my juice then went to find my phone, which was under the couch somehow I felt that I fucked up somehow, somewhere. I unlocked my phone and saw texts from Isaac and too Isaac, I dropped my phone, I needed to distance myself, I was on self destruct mode. I went to dance, ignoring my phone all day. This went on for a week before something had happened again.

I smoked 3 blunts before passing out on my couch, when I woke up I wasn't in my house, I coughed and groaned, I was freezing, I was in just a big T-shirt no shoes or socks and no pants on, I was in the woods and something was in my hand, I felt pain in my shoulder, I grabbed it yelling out in pain, I moved my hand away, reaching into my bra I felt my phone, I turned my flashlight on and looked at my hand, it was covered in blood, I needed some space from this world, I needed loud music and booze. I got up, making my way towards the road, I heard a car drive by as I poked out of the woods, I felt queasy and light headed, I fell over, landing back in the woods where no one could see me.

Isaac's POV:

I was out by the docks disposing of a body when I heard a scream, it sounded far and I wondered if the girlfriend of the guy I murdered just got home and found all the blood everywhere, then a few minutes later I saw a light near the edge of the woods, then it vanished. I hadn't heard from Liza since the weird texts and I wondered if she was avoiding me, embarrassed about the texts or if she had died somehow, but there's no obituary for her so she can't be dead. I got in my car and headed towards her place to see if she was there, her house was lit up, but empty her front door was wide open, I put my hand on my knife and walked up her front steps and carefully into her house, I looked in every room, I saw no one, it was empty, where the hell was Liza? I saw blood in her kitchen sink and empty bottles of tequila filled her trash, I needed to find her, I hoped her wasn't dead or hurt again. I cleaned her sink, took out the full trash barrel, then I left her house, shutting her lights off, grabbing her spare key off the hook and locking her door. I went to search for her. I wasn't sure what I would find when I did.

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