Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf.
Summary: Issac's abuse in the past.
Warnings: Abuse.
A/N: Please be kind this is my first Teen Wolf fic and it has a sensitive subject matter.
It was dark, very dark, for all the time he had been in here he should probably be used to it by now but he wasn't. The fear was always there, it seemed to live in here constantly feed on what little courage he had. Issac had no way of telling time in the darkness, he could have been there for 5 minutes or five hours and he had no way to know. He reached up and felt the grooves in the freezer that he had made before, and fought the urge to claw at it again, he wouldn't be able to get it open and all it would do would increase his fear.
"Dad please let me out I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry." he shouted. He had broke a cup in the kitchen, it didn't seem to matter that his father did it all the time, when he did it, he got punished. Issac gingerly felt his side where he had been kicked hard before being put in the freezer and hissed in pain as he did so. He wasn't going to cry this time, he wasn't going to cry. His dried tears already littered the bottom of the freezer and he wasn't going to add any more this time.
"Dad please." he shouted again wincing as his voice broke during the please. He wasn't going to cry, it didn't matter that he was in a tiny dark box with a limited supply of air, that his father had put him there, that his father hated him, he wasn't going to cry he wasn't.
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