#tirpara

Isaac had just woken up in the hotel room he rubbed his eyes and moved his hand toward his back as he rubbed it roughly as he was shirtless. A yawn crossed his mouth when looked up at the clock, it was a time he wasn't used to waking up too being that it was 1 p.m. in the morning. He decided to leave today being that his whole experience in New York was fucked over with drama. Yet he has no one to blame but himself, he is the one who decided to take Lucy against her will because he doesn't like the feeling of loneliness. As he turned his back and noticed that the other half of the circular bed was empty Isaac heavily sighed and got out of it. ' Fuck me." Isaac proclaimed walking toward his already packed bag of clothes and on top of it was an outfit for him to wear leaving the country. Isaac slid on a pair of blue jeans and pick up his white shirt throwing it over his head and pulling it down till it was near his waist. Isaac rolled on a pair of socks and put his white shoes on top of them. As he got up after tying them he walked to the kitchen to grab vodka out of the fridge. When he opened the fridge and saw the bottle he hesitated. Something i he'd never do with a beverage like that, Isaac pushed the bottle of vodka to the side and picked up some apple juice. He pulled it out of the fridge and filled a glass with, as it was filled Isaac gulped it down vastly and felt refreshed afterwards.  He threw the glass in the sink and walk toward the coat rack to grab his jacket, Isaac threw his jacket over his shoulder, grabbed his bag, the keys to the hotel and car, and walked out of the hotel room alone. Isaac has never felt so depressed so incomplete in his life. As he walked over to the elevator, Isaac thought about what he was about to do before he left back to Rome. Was it a mistake? Should he just have left his parent's alone? So much was going through his mind, but he decided to go with it any way.

As he arrived at the elevator and the door open he walked into it and pressed the button to go to the lobby. The elevator stopped at the second floor for other people to go in, as they walked into the elevator Isaac smiled friendly and put his hands in his pocket awkwardly and whistling to the elevator tune. As it stopped at the lobby, Isaac picked up his bag and walked to the front desk checking out of the hotel he was staying at saying goodbye to his " lovely vacation." As he was all checked out and ready to go he walked outside into the warm weather and waited for his rental to appear in front of him. When the car came and the guy threw Isaac his keys. He walked onto the driver side and opened the car door and closing it behind him.  He placed the key in and began to drift away from the hotel. He didn't even tempt to look back he just kept on driving passing through everyone during the horrible New York traffic, his patience drifted away as a guy cut in front of him vastly. He beeped and flipped him off and drove off getting close to his destination. The place he could have called home but was left in Rome raising himself for several years. As he reached his destination he parked where he couldn't get a ticket and sat in his car for a moment. He wanted to turn back so bad, Isaac felt like this was wrong. He felt that he shouldn't invade their privacy like that it was wrong to him. But it was too late, he wasn't going to come all this way for nothing. Isaac unleashed his seat belt after he lifted his head off the wheel and got out of the rental.

Isaac walked toward the red door of his the house that could have been his and rang the door bell.  He waited patiently and began to shake and shiver a little bit feeling somewhat nervous.As he heard the door unlock and the whoosh sound that the door made he smiled up at the person then his emotion slowly changed as a young women around his age appeared at the door suddenly feeling confused. " U-um hello. D-does Alex and Talihani Sahores live here by any chance." Isaac stumbled upon his words and continued to give her a puzzled look. " Unfortunately no, they passed around three months ago I just recently moved in." The girl responded to Isaac. He was broken, he felt dead. Horrifically depressed knowing that he'll never know why he's so fucked up or what is parents were like. " Are you ok?" The pierced and tatted all over girl had asked not really caring for anything yet pretending like she did. " I'm fine, thank you." Isaac replied walking back to his car slowly. He didn't know what to feel, he wasn't sure if he should cry or not. In the end they did give him up and that was his only thought yet still wanted to know why.

When he got into his car and drove to the airport he was angry, furious that he went through all that for nothing. It was such a waste of time to him, but he moved on from it and held his head up high. This was a life lesson for him, a journey for him. Isaac was not a man, he was a child stuck in a mans body. It was time to grow up, it was time to stop getting upset over stupid things, and getting into trouble all the time. It was time to handle certain situations differently. It was time to be a king...As he arrived at the airport he got out of his car and grabbed a bag from the pack of the truck being that he was returning the rental there. He walked into the place where he got the rental and returned the keys and paid the dues for having it. Isaac was like a slug, he was so tired for some reason. He had no motive to do anything but sleep. When he paid for everything he walked up the stairs into the airport getting ready for his flight to take off soon.

            -------------------------Time Skip-----------------------------

A dark sky combined with a whirlwind of biting air came together to create this night. There were sounds sirens and of distant shouting, but this wasn't out of the ordinary. What was, however, was the location of a lawyer with a complicated mind. His home was empty now aside from the life of his dogs. Instead, he walked in silence and with a determined mindset. Finally, she came into view as he'd hoped she would. The location was ordinary, a simple location in a complex place of town. The bar to his back was crowded with pedestrians and busy with movement, which is precisely why he'd chosen to meet here. 

When Isaac arrived at the hospital yesterday when Elijah brought him there unconscious and almost dead. He got worse as the day progressed, a seizure happening by the hour having the doctors worry if he were going to make it or not. Although this was happening, his heart was still beating yet not for long. Isaac had drank all that week and today was his final, fatal straw. They pumped Isaac's stomach multiple times yet it still wasn't working, the doctors were so sure that his life was coming to an end they were close to pulling the plug.

It was early in the morning when he received the text message. His phone vibrated continuously; he tried to ignore it. The blonde even went so far as to throw his phone but against the hardwood floor, the noise echoed through the room. "Fuck," He groaned as he finally sat up, dragged himself over to it and dropped his entire body onto the ground. He read the text but it was too vague, he couldn't tell what it was she had wanted besides to meet her at her house. He agreed to whatever it was the woman wanted and though it took him far too long, he managed to stand back up and change his clothes. Only into a pair of sweatpants and a shirt, but Natasha was completely aware of his fashion sense. Nonexistant. After he sluggishly walked to the kitchen and made a cup of coffee, he began to finally wake up. He tried to decode her message -- did she want something? He thought back to their last few encounters and couldn't place if he had done something wrong.

Once he was sure that the coffee and the eight hours of sleep had done him justice, he threw on a jacket and left. He tried not to wake anyone else in the house, sure that many of his members had fallen asleep there. The night had been rough, a lot of tears and blood but they had made it through. Amando was aware that as soon as he made it back home after meeting up with Natasha, he would have to deal with everyone and their mixed emotions. Still, he felt refreshed enough that he had the capabilities. He caught glimpse of himself in a mirror near the front door and surveyed the damage. A black eye wasn't bad, he had certainly had worse. After he was completely sure that his appearance was up to his average standards, he started to her house. He considered driving, but he needed the fresh air. Once he made it to her house, he knocked thrice against the large door and then leaned against the doorway as he waited for her to answer.

The trial bored him. He hadn't wanted to go, but it had been a little too easy for Lucy to get Amando onboard. Posed as a court stenographer, he simply recorded the conversation and sat back as he listened. He was meant to take notes, but his dyslexia made the notes incoherent. He, instead, kept a notepad and drew on it, but made it seem as if he had been writing the entire time. He wasn't entirely sure how he had managed to get the position as stenographer for a high-priority case, but as he looked up at the judge, he pushed up the glasses that he had on. One of the jury members spoke behind him, he looked over at them and caught sight of not only Natasha, but the blonde he had arranged to sit with them. Having connections through strange people always offered plenty for everyone else in his gang, as well. Though, he wasn't entirely sure if Jessica qualified as a member.

The pounding of Amando's head was what awoke him. He hadn't slept properly in the last few days, but it seemed he had at least slept a few hours that night. Three, instead of the one he had slept the first night. His eyes adjusted to the room around him, as he sat up slowly. He groaned, rubbing his face until he was able to see clearly. "What," He muttered to himself as he turned to look around the room. It wasn't a room he could remember, it hadn't looked like his own nor the other's he had been in. Still, it wasn't entirely shocking for him. Especially when he turned to see the sleeping blonde next to him. That explained it, as the night before came crawling back to memory. His stress had almost gotten the better of him.  Her name, he couldn't remember that much, he wasn't sure which name he had given her -- if they had even spoken at all.  He hoped they hadn't, though he was a bit peeved at himself for staying the night.