(chapter originally by newfavorite at writing.com)
"I'll go to the Laundry room to get you some of your clothes, okay!" Nikki said.
"Get two pairs of clothing." Isabel ordered.
"Okay!"
"HURRY!" Isabel barked.
Isabel sat on her bed with her hands buried in her face. She couldn't believe Dylan had seen her naked. "Dylan of all people!" Isabel thought.
"So uhhhh. What's going on?" Dylan said timidly through the door.
"It's nothing." Isabel said back almost crying with embarrassment. Clearly it was more than nothing.
After an awkward pause, Dylan began to speak again.
"Did someone take your clothes or something." Dylan said again.
"Dylan...stop talking to me." Isabel said as she curled up into a fetal position and looked up at the ceiling. Isabel began to rock back and forth. "This isn't happening, this isn't happening." she repeated this over and over again.
"Uh, do you want me to do anything?" Dylan said again.
"SHUT UP DYLAN!" Isabel screamed.
A few minutes later Isabel heard a knock on her door.
"Hey it's Nikki I have your clothes.
"Open the door and little and throw them in." Isabel said.
Nikki did as she was told and Isabel looked at a strange pile of clothing.
"What the hell IS THIS!" Isabel said, her voice cracking with a growing shock.
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