Isa heaved a sigh of relief and bent down to look at the unconscious boy. "He is not moving!"
Isa jumped down the wall instantly, looking at the boy. "Did I actually grant his wish and killed him. I was just trying to save him!" All this while, Isa had been trying to convince him to drop the idea of suicide, so she was cooking up stories to change his mind.
She kneeled down and heard the boy's light snoring. She rolled her eyes at him, feeling relieved. "Hello!! Get up!! Whatever your name is!!" She shook his shoulders violently, but Jacob did not even budge a little.
"What the hell!" Isa stood near the wall, confused. She did not have the heart to leave the boy all alone, in the middle of no where. She kneeled down again and searched the boy's pocket. "Lets see! I can call somebody from his family or friends."
She took out his cell from the pocket of his leather jacket and swiped it open. She saw the screen-saver of him with another elderly man. The two men resembled each other pretty much! Isa frowned looking at the picture. "Is he Jacob Miller? His father....."
Isa looked at the boy and smiled at him empathetically. "No wonder, you looked so familiar to me! I saw you in the news. No wonder you are so depressed!"
She swiped open the phone, but it was locked with a password. "Damn! I can not leave him here! What if somebody from media sees him. He is already too much in limelight!"
Isa kept back his phone in his pocket and took out her own phone, pressing a key. "John! I am at the bridge. Please bring the car. Thank you!"
She then opened her google homepage and typed " Miller house directions" on it. The famous Miller house was supposedly one of the costliest houses ever built in United States. Thus, it was a popular place, known to every body. "Ohk! Let us get you home Mr. Jacob!"
In just another few minutes, a black colored Limousine halted in front of the girl. An elderly chauffeur and two muscular guards stepped out, looking curiously at the boy lying down.
"Madame! Is everything alright? You came here without informing us!" One of the guards questioned the girl.
"Everything is fine. We just need to drop him home first. He is my friend and he got too drunk."
"Oh! As you say Madame!" One of the guards stepped forward, easily picked up Jacob in his arms and made him lie down comfortably on the long seat of the vehicle. Isa then seated herself next to the boy. The chauffeur closed the car door and the three of them seated themselves in passenger compartment and drove off.