Isabelle made me go home. As much as I stood in place and refused to leave, she almost burst out crying at everything and finally softened me to go. I stayed awake all night, listening to my instincts, waiting for a moment I had to get over there again.
I wanted Sean dead.
Isabelle, being the kind person she is, said that it was only his drinking problem, and how he actually didn't do anything but take her clothes off, under instruction of the random guy at the bar. Sean didn't remember anything when he woke up from my blow, other than the pounding headache my foot, and the alcohol, gave him. He wasn't even aware that Isabelle was nervous around him more, and didn't like to be touched by him.
Isabelle excitedly pokes my arm on the plane as it lands, the lush jungle mixing in with the cr
