Chapter Thirty Eight

Isabella's eyes darted around, panic flickering across her face. "N-no, it's not what you think. I-I was just..."

“You were just what, Bels?” Crystal asked, glaring her down.

“Well I heard about the shooting and I thought you would want to take your mind off things so I spoke to Ethan and I got some coke and—“

Crystal didn’t know when a laugh bubbled out of her, a laugh that held no humor, “So let me get something straight, Bels. You fuck my brother behind my back, have a child with him then proceed to call me self absorbed and a rich brat now you come here, break into my house, to, ‘help me forget about my problems by giving me drugs?’ How is that playing out in your head?”

“Look, I’m sorry, okay.. A lot has been going on and I shouldn’t have said all those things to you.”

“You know what? I can’t deal with this or you right now. I don’t even want to know how you got in or how you thought this was going to play out but I’d appreciate it you just left.”

Before Isabella could respond, a