Isabelle watched Annabeth face scrunched up as she gave whoever was on the other end details about how well-being. She was waiting for her to finish the call before asking who it was, her kind had an idea of who it might be but she didn’t want to jump into conclusions yet. She noticed when Annabeth ended the call before turning to face her, her head was banging and she thought the meds would kick them away but she thought wrong. If anything, the party in her head wasn’t stopping anytime soon. She just wanted the headaches to stop and for her to sleep peacefully. She didn’t want any of this and f**k Jeremy for letting Anne do this to her, he couldn’t even keep his wife in check, that stupid son of a b***h who doesn’t deserve to be alive. He’s too weak to be a man and Isabelle was sure she’d
