TaylorIsaac refused to let me go anywhere other than in his car. He didn’t even care that I actually drove to the restaurant or that police cars were approaching as we stood there arguing about me riding with him. For some insane reason I really didn’t want him to go to jail, so I reluctantly got in his car. How he would handle the witnesses and all the people he pissed off was his problem.“How was your weekend?” he asked as he drove away.I stared out the window. I was sure he didn’t just destroy an entire restaurant to ask me how my weekend was.“Are you still ignoring me?” he asked, disbelief coloring his tone.“Isaac, I had you pegged for a more rational person…quite possibly a sociopath, but at least rational. Now I see how wrong I was,” I said.“Really?! A sociopath?! You don’t think I’m capable of all emotions?” he asked.

AaronTaylor hadn’t answered or returned any of my calls and neither had Leah. I could accept Leah. Taylor was an entirely different story. She never ignored me; never shut me out. Even when I deserved it the most, she was still always there; still willing to please. To not have that now seemed foreign. Her no longer wanting me, no longer willing to have anything to do with me didn’t work for me. Not to mention it hurt like hell on crack. Unacceptable. Seeing Izza’s car in the driveway when I get to her house was even more unacceptable. Why is he even still alive? He should have been dead a long time ago. I should have known Bryan’s help would be worthless. I steeled myself for the confrontation that I knew would be inevitable and knocked on the door. When no one answered I repeatedly push the button for the doorbell.Knowing he was here didn’t prepare me for him actually answering the door. Anger, embarr