Isabella kept pounding and pounding until the man opened his door, and even then she went to pound once more, had it not been for his arms suddenly around the girl, she would have hit him in the chest. "Why?" The girl kept saying over and over again.<span style="font-style: italic">Why</span>did Kenny have to die?<span style="font-style: italic">Why</span>did she even hurt so much over it?<span style="font-style: italic">Why</span>was she even here, at Vinny's, with Kenny dead anyway. The answer to all of those was...<span style="font-weight: bold">I don't know.</span>Truth be told, Isabella didn't know about much anymore. The day's ran together, and everyone seemed to hate her now. Maybe she deserved it? Maybe she didn't. Whichever the case, Isabelle felt the same: like crap. "Vin-" The girl tried to speak, but was intruppted by a gentle kiss on her chapped lips. That one kiss seemed to bring her back to that night.<span style="font-style: italic">A dark corner, away from all the other people. Argueing...who was it? Isabella and...who?</span>Isabella's mind hurt just thinking about it. "Vinn-" She was kissed again, this time with more force, as Vinny leaned into her, the poor girl almost falling over. "Vinny, wait." She spoke as she broke the kiss, right as he picked her up and headed for his bedroom. "Vinny...wait a minute." Her voice held a hint of hysteria as he set her on the bed: Isabella was too upset to think straight. The girl put a hand to her forehead, taking a few deep breaths. What exactly was going on? And what was going to happen?