So this is my first Teen Wolf story. Also the first ever story about two guys romantically soo I shall try my best. Let me know what you think!
Isaac had awoken to his alarm clock. He sighed as he did not want to get up. But he knew he had to. He sat up and felt his body burning from the scars. He walked to the bathroom slowly. He looked at his reflection. He sighed. He looked like complete shit. He had a black eye for starters. He took off his shirt. There were cuts from broken bottles of booze that had deeply cut him. There were bruises on his ribs from when his father repeatedly kicked him. On the back side he had red marks from the belt he whipped him with. Up and down his arms were a trail of bruises and cuts. His legs were even worse. His father had broken multiple glass cups, glass plates, miniatur mirrors.. all on his legs. They bled like hell last night. They were still very red and stung terribly. The pain was undescribable. He slipped on some blue jeans and a long sleeve grey shirt. He winced in pain as the fabric touched his scars. He grabbed his backpack, and drove to school.
Isaac hurried to first period so none of the bullies would find him. He sighed in relief, making it to class in time. He sat in the back corner. He sighed. He hated his life. It was a never ending cycle. He got up, got beaten at school, got thrown around and humiliated at work, went home and got the most awful beatings. And he was alone. People knew he gets beaten. They just don't care. Why would they? It's not like he deserves it anyway. He just wished that he could live for once. Every day he found it lucky he was alive. Was he selfish to want at least for one day, to not be worried or scared for his life?
But right now, Isaac needed to focus on school. If he got so much as an A-, he would get beat even worse than normal.
Interrupting his thoughts, Allison and Scott walked in, hand-in-hand. He looked at his hands. He developed a crush on him since he first saw him in the eighth grade. He's obviously straight, plus why would he go for him? Why would anyone for that matter?
The teacher started the lesson and Isaac took notes. All of a sudden he felt something hit his head. He looked up. One of the jocks had thrown a paper that was crumpled up. Then again. And again. And again. He did his best to ignore as he and his buddies laughed at him. He saw that Scott looked over. He couldn't read the expression planted on his face. He didn't laugh, but he didn't say or do anything either.
The bell rung, and Isaac was the first to bolt out of the classroom.
"Hey, Isaac!" he heard a voice call behind him. He froze. He recognized that voice.
"Isaac!" Scott called again. Isaac still didn't turn around. He wan't sure what to do. What could he possibly say to him? The next thing he knew he was flung into a locker. He winced in pain. "aw, come on. Can't be tired already, Lahey." said one of the jocks. "We're just getting started." He then felt 10 different fists punching all over his body. He groaned loudly in pain when they hit his legs. When they heard that, they paid more attention to his legs.
Scott started to walk towards the scene with Isaac. But he was stopped by Allison and Stiles. "I don't think that's a good idea, man. They'll just go for you too." warned Stiles. "Yeah, let's just go.." said Allison, pulling him away and down the hall. Scott sighed as he followed. They stopped at her locker. "I just hate that those jerks always get away with it. He doesn't deserve to be treated that way. Bad enough he gets it when he goes home." Scott spoke, feeling empathy for the guy.
"I know, and you're right, Scott. You really are." Stiles started "but you can't interfere. You don't want your life getting even remotely close to his. You can't always be the hero, Scott." he sighed. "he's right. It's great that you want to help, but it's just not worth it." Allison said, in a sweet voice. "I guess.." he said, glancing back at Isaac. The jocks had left. They had left him on the ground. He had his face in his hands. And his body moved up and down really fast, meaning he was crying. He wiped his eyes and flinched when he hit his black eye. He got up and was struggling, his leg was obviously in major pain. He looked at me for less than a second. But it was long enough to make me see his baby blue teary eyes. I saw it all in that second of his eyes. It was a look that said help me. I had no idea why I had the big urge to help him. All I knew was, It may not be today, it may not be tomorrow, but one way or another, I was going to help him. I felt a need in my gut that I just had to.
Isaac got home from work and his dad surprisingly was no longer there. He was somewhat relieved that he was still out drinking. He knew he was in deep shit when he got home though.
"Gavin!" Isaac called. Gavin was his dog. He loved his dog. That was the closest he had to a friend, really. "Gavin?" He looked upstairs, downstairs. He finally saw him in the kitchen. He saw the husky laying on its side. "Gavin?!" Isaac ran to him. He tried touching and petting the dog to see what was wrong. She whined when he touched a spot on his side. "Come on, Gavin." he said, as he picked him up and put him in the back seat of his car and drove to the vet. Little did he know, someone he was quite familiar with, was working there.
The bell rung as the door opened at the vet.
"see who that is, will you Scott?" Scott's boss asked him. He nodded and went to the door and saw Isaac and his husky. Isaac stared at Scott, eyes wide in shock. Scott cleared his throat. "so, what can we do for you?" he asked. "I-I don't know. I found him on his s-side. He started whining in a certain spot. I j-just needed to m-make sure he was o-okay." Isaac studdered. "We'll take a look. Bring him back" Scott said walked to the back as Isaac followed.
Isaac explained to Scott's boss what had happened.
A few minutes later, he spoke. "I'm afraid I have bad news" he sighed. "W-what is it?" Isaac asked. "He has a tumor" he informed him. Isaac sighed in disbelief. "C-can it be cured?"
"we can try the treatment. It isn't 100% guaruntee, but we will do our best." he gave Isaac a light smile. "I need to run some arrunds. Will you be okay here, Scott?" He asked. "yeah, go ahead."
Scott and Isaac stood in silence for a minute or two. "So, uh.. We'll need to keep him here, if that's alright." Scott said, breaking the silence. "y-yeah. Of course. Th-thank you"
"anytime." Scott smiled at him. Isaac cleared his throat. "So, um, I should r-really get going."
"Right, well.. Can you be back here again tomorrow? Same time?" he asked. Isaac scratched the back of his neck. "uhh.. um.. I don't think I can.." he looked down at his feet. "b-but, I don't have work tomorrow, I c-can come a-after school" Isaac suggested. "Yeah, sounds good." he smiled lightly at him. Isaac nodded at him and left the vet.
Isaac opened his home door and closed it shut. He turned around to see his father. "where have you been, Isaac?" his father asked, sounding somewhat calm. "I just took Gavin to the vet" Isaac explained, carefully. "do not lie to me!" his father raised his voice and threw him across the room. "but I'm not lying!"
His father slapped him across the face. Isaac knew there would be a red mark for sure. He once again kicked him in his sensative spot in his leg and started laughing when he knew it hurt more than anywhere else.
After he hit him more, he locked Isaac in the cellar freezer. Isaac shivered. He was freezing. He'd been there for hours. When his father finally let him out, he kicked im out teling him liars don't get to sleep in comfortable beds.
He limped across the sidewalk he found this old park with a bench and just at there, crying until he finally drifted to sleep.
