A/N I had this idea for a fic and it wouldn't leave me alone until I wrote it.

Chapter 1

Isaac's P.O.V.

I ran through the rain. Running with no where in mind to go.

Derek had kicked me out; he threw a glass at me and everything. Just like my Dad. It's my fault. It's always my fault. I don't understand. What did I do wrong? Did I anger Derek in any way? I must have if he kicked me out like that. I'm sorry. It's my fault.

I kept running and somehow I found myself outside the last place I wanted to be. Ever since that night; when the cut on my face healed, when he threw the glass at me; I haven't been back.

Should I go in? Would he accept me? Would he be angry? No! Isaac, you can do this. He loves me. He just has a hard time showing it. He told me this before. Every time he... He apologised eventually. He told me he loved me but I just need to learn to stop doing everything wrong.

I walk up to the door. I raise my hand to knock the door and I hesitate again. Just do it Isaac! Knock the door. I can do this!

I knock the door before I can change my mind. I wait and I can hear the bed springs squeaking as he gets up. I hear his footsteps walking slowly down the stairs and walking towards the door.

The door opens and he looks at me in shock. I'm bracing myself for a raised voice. A fist. But none comes.

"I-Isaac?" He says slowly and a tear comes to his eye. He opens the door wider and grips me in a tight hug.

"I'm so sorry Dad." I say, a lump in my throat constricts and my eyes begin to water. Dad pulls me in. One arm is around my dad while my free hand grips my bag.

"Where have you been Isaac? I've been so worried about you." Dad says sadly, his grip on me still tight.

"I'm sorry Dad, I got scared when you saw me and I ran." I explained anxiously, still expecting him to snap.

"It's okay son. Come on, let's get you dried up." Dad said, he took my bag from me and set it down in the hallway, he walked towards the laundry basket on the table and grabbed a fresh towel. He wrapped it around me and helped me dry off.

I felt shocked. I was happy but I just didn't expect any of this. He sat me down on a chair in the kitchen and put on the kettle.

"You want some hot chocolate? You could've caught your death out there in that storm." Dad asked me.

I nodded gratefully, pulling the towel around me tighter. Dad made us both hot chocolate, set a cup in front of me and sat down on the chair opposite me, holding his cup close.

"So son. You wanna tell me what happened that day?" Dad asked calmly. I felt nervous but I knew I had no other choice but to tell him the truth. He saw me heal and he wouldn't be satisfied with anything other than the truth.

"Um...Dad. You aren't going to like this." I said nervously. God what was wrong with me. I have no problem talking to anyone but when it comes to Dad, I feel like a scared little kid all over again. I love him but he has always scared me.

"It's okay Isaac. You can tell me. I promise I wont get mad." Dad said soothingly. I still didn't feel any better but I know if I don't tell him, he'd get mad. I took a deep breath and looked at him nervously before staring at my hot chocolate.

"That night at the graveyard..I um...met someone. He told me I didn't have to be afraid of you any more." I looked up at Dad nervously but he didn't show any offence, if anything, he just looked sad.

"Go on Isaac." He said quietly.

"Okay...well you wont believe this but, he told me he was a werewolf. He said he could turn me into one if he bit me. I thought he was crazy and I told him to leave me alone but his eyes turned red and his teeth grew into fangs. I was scared so I backed away. He said he wouldn't hurt me and said that if I needed to, he would give me a day to think it over. The next day he approached me. I said yes and he bit me... Werewolves heal quicker and have sharper senses. Then when you threw the glass at me and that shard of glass cut me and it healed. I panicked and I ran." I said, I stared at my cup like it held all the answers. I was such a coward. I couldn't even look my Dad in the eye.

"Isaac? Look at me son." Dad said. I was shaking a little but I raised my eyes to meet his. He was the Dad I knew when I was younger. Before he began to beat me. When Mom was still alive. "It's alright son." He said kindly, but there was something hidden in his eyes. He stood up slowly and my heart began to beat faster.

"Dad?" I said quietly. I backed up in my chair but I couldn't go anywhere. Not this time. Not again.

"How could you do this to me Isaac?" Dad asked quietly. He sounded so broken but he began to walk towards me slowly and my anxiety heightened. I knew what was going to happen. It was my fault. I should never have done it. My fault. Always my fault. I'm so stupid.

"D-Dad...I-I'm s-sorry." I said quickly, panic was pouring into my every sense and I was trying to hold back the wolf; which was trying to claw it's way out in self defence.

"Your mother would be ashamed of you." Dad said, his voice getting louder. He was closer now. I couldn't move. I had literally frozen in fear. Dad raised his fist and punched me in the face. My lip busted but quickly healed. He hit me again and again, each hit healing but the blood had stayed. I could see the blood on his knuckles. My blood. He grabbed me by the throat and lifted me up. I stood up in pure fear and he punched me again.

"I-I'm s-sorry Dad. I d-didn't m-mean to." I coughed out, blood pouring out of my nose as I felt it break. Dad dragged me to the basement door and I panicked as I looked down at the thing that haunted my nightmares.

"N-no Dad please! I'm sorry. Just n-not the f-freezer please!" I shouted but Dad ignored me, he threw me down the stairs and followed me down.

"Get in!" Dad shouted. I shook my head, tears pouring freely down my face. My broken nose had already healed. "Get in the damn freezer Isaac!" Dad screamed and punched me again. I slowly walked towards the freezer under my Dad's cold stare. The chains were already on it since the last time. I got in but refused to sit down, I looked to Dad one last time.

"Please Dad. I'm sorry. Please don't lock me in the freezer!" I pleaded.

"Get in! NOW!" He shouted. I lay down, sobbing and Dad slammed the lid down. I could hear every link of the chain as he made sure I was barricaded in.

I shouted and punched the lid of the freezer. And the more I panicked the more the wolf wanted to get out as I felt the walls close in around me and I felt like I couldn't breathe. I couldn't control it, the wolf had escaped, my claws had come out but I still couldn't break through the lid.

Every sense I had had heightened. I couldn't get out. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't call for help. I did the only thing I could. I howled. I howled louder than I ever had. I could only hope that someone would hear but in that storm, I'd be lucky if anyone could even hear an explosion.

Dad just stood there and listened. I could hear the steady rhythm of his heart. He had no remorse for what he was doing. And he just stood there and listened to my howls and pleas for him to let me out.

A/N There's chapter one. I feel so bad because I love Isaac so much. Don't worry it gets better. Hope you liked it please read and review :3