DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN TEEN WOLF. WISH I DID, ESPECIALLY ISAAC, BUT I DON'T. I ONLY OWN MY CHARACTERS.
AN: HEY! SO I HAD THIS DREAM ABOUT TEEN WOLF, AND THOUGHT I SHOULD WRITE IT ON FANFICTION. I ADDED SOME OF MY IDEAS TO IT. LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK. THIS STORY CONTAINS ABUSE AND STRONG LANGUAGE. THIS TAKES PLACE IN SEASON 3.
Bang. Bang. What is that noise? My body is so sore. I just want to go back to sleep, but I know that isn't possible. Bang. Bang.
I know he is going to start early, especially after last night. I got a beating last night, because I was 5 minutes late for curfew. I just took Marcus, my little brother, out for some fun. I took him to Chuck E. Cheese's. He had fun and ate some pizza, but his happiness was short lived when we got home. I made sure Marcus never saw what Uncle Mason does to me. He is too young to see any of the hurt that I go through. He won't understand why everything is happening. I have a bruise on the right side of my stomach, back and right shoulder. I also have a really bad headache. I really don't want to get out of bed. I look at my clock and it says 5:30 am.
"Candace, get the fuck up! It's time to get ready for school! Don't forget to wake up your brother!" My uncle is an evil man. All of a sudden, my uncle barges into my room, grabs me and pushes me up on the wall.
"Get the fuck up and get your brother ready for day care. If you don't do it, I will have to do it. You are just a worthless piece of shit. No one is going to love you. It's your fault that they are dead. It's your entire fault. " As he said that, I can see an evil glint in his eyes. I guess he is still drunk from last night. I know Uncle Mason blames me for our parent's death. I have always protected my little brother, he is only 4 years old. All of a sudden, my uncle punches me in the stomach three times. I fell to the ground, and he kicked me right in the ribs. I thought I heard a bone crack. I knew that would bruise later on. I don't let it show that he is hurting me. It takes all my strength to not cry out. "Are you paying attention to me? Hurry the hell up!" I tried my best to control my breathing, because it hurts.
"Yes, Uncle Mason. I will get him ready." I ran to my brother's room, while holding my stomach. It hurt so much. He never hits me in the face, just to avoid suspicion. I look for my brother. I know he heard us, and I know he is hiding. I start to look for him in the room. I start looking under the bed, then his closet, and I can't find him. Then I hear a cry, and it's coming from his toy box. I walk up to it, and open it. I find him, in the fetal position, crying. I grab him (even though it hurts to bend down and grab him) and tell him everything is okay. I know he is going to ask the same questions that he asks when Uncle Mason is in one of his moods. He puts his arms around me, pulls me closer and starts crying. (I do my best to hide the pain I am in. I don't want him to see me like this. I especially can't let him know that all I want to do is cry as well.)
"Candy, where is mommy and daddy?" I know he doesn't understand. He was only 6 months old when our parents died. Then we moved to Beacon Hills, because my Uncle has lived here all his life and he didn't want to move.
"Marcus, they are… they are in heaven, with grandma and grandpa. They are watching over us. We have to get ready for the day. So l am going to give you a bath and then I will drop you off. If we get there before 8, you can get breakfast. " I don't think that they knew Uncle Mason was like this. He never was like this. I know why he acts like this, it's because he blames me. Our parents died because of me. They were protecting me from some person. Uncle Mason never talks about it. All he does say is that it's my fault. I really hate it here, but I can't let it show. I would love to leave, but I can't leave Marcus. I'm afraid he will start hitting him. I will be 18 in 2 weeks and all the money mom and dad left us, I will get. Our parents were not rich, but they had great jobs, and they both had a large life insurance policy. As soon as I get that, I am going to get a house for me and my brother. The good thing about the money is that it pays for his day care. So he doesn't have to be around Uncle Mason by himself, which I am thankful for. He deserves to live a happy life, not the one that he has been living.
"Candace, I love you. Please promise you won't leave me. I don't want to live with Uncle Mason. He scares me." My heart broke hearing him say that. I would never leave him. He looked so small in my arms, when in reality he was the tallest 4 year old that I have met. . Marcus only knows me as a mother figure, and I will never let him think of Uncle Mason as a father figure.
"Marcus, I promise you that I will never leave you. I will always protect you. No one will hurt you, especially Uncle Mason. Now, I need to get you ready for school. Get in the bathroom and brush your teeth, while you do that I will take out your clothes. Call me when you are ready for your shower. I love you." I really don't like to talk about feelings.
"Okay. Love you too!" He ran off laughing. I really wish our parents could be here, so they can protect us. As soon as he left, the pain came back. I held back my cry as I got up from the floor. I didn't want Marcus, or my Uncle Mason see me weak and crying. If Uncle Mason sees me weak, he will think he won. I won't let him have that satisfaction.
An hour later, Marcus and I are clean and dressed. I dressed him in his favorite green shirt (which goes great with his green eyes) with his black jeans and his green and black sneakers. I put a little bit of gel in his dark black hair. I wanted to wear a dress, but I can't because of all the bruises I have. So I wore my dark blue skinny jeans and my favorite brown halter top with my brown wedges. I also let my dark brown hair loose so it can cover my bruise on my left shoulder. I decided to wear some brown earrings and a brown necklace. I do love the color brown and blue. The brown goes great with my caramel skin and my hazel eyes. Who am I kidding? I love all of the colors. I put on some light makeup. I got his bag of spare clothes and my book bag, and we started to walk out of the house when Uncle Mason stopped us.
"Marcus, go in the car and wait for Candace. I need to talk to her." I really hoped he wouldn't yell at me on the front porch. I looked down on the floor waiting for either the yelling or the beating.
"Look at me, when I talk to you." I slowly lifted my eyes to his eyes. "You better not be late for curfew tonight. If you are, I will not only beat you but I will beat Marcus, and I know you don't want that. I can also throw you in the closet for the rest of the night. Make sure you also make dinner. By the way you look great." I couldn't believe he would say that. I cringed when he touch my arm. I hope he doesn't start with that. He tried to do that once and I kicked him where the sun don't shine. I got so angry that I was shaking, and he looked at me and backed away. I swear I thought he was afraid. After that he never did it again, but the beatings got worse. When he would get tired of beating me, he would throw me in his dark closet. I just had to wait for my birthday. I just looked back at him.
"I won't be late." I moved away as fast as I could to the car (even though I was still in a lot of pain), and made sure Marcus was in his car seat. Everything I have, I bought it. I took pride in my car, it was a brown Honda CR-V. I got a great deal for it, and it looked brand new. I bought it off of a blind man. He said he couldn't have it anymore for obvious reason. I made sure to put everything in my name, just in case my uncle wanted to be a dick, the only thing is that I had to pay more. I pay for everything that Marcus and I need, that's because I work at the Veterinarians office. I get paid pretty well, considering I am still in school. I never let my uncle think we need anything from him. I put all our bags in the car and started to walk to the driver seat. I started to drive to the day care, and I saw my best friend Lacey. She has brown hair with blonde highlights, 5'4", and green eyes. She looks like the cheerleader types, all bubbly and happy all the time. I pulled over so she can come in. I put on my best "I am great" face.
"Hey girly! Thanks for picking me up. Love the outfit." She looked in the back, and saw Marcus. "Hey little man! How are you doing?" Marcus loved Lacey. He started smiling, and laughing. Lacey turned around and gave me a look over, and she can tell.
"He did it again, didn't he?" She was waiting for me to answer, and I really didn't want to, but I knew she wouldn't leave me alone.
"Yes, he did and no I don't want to talk about it." She gave me this look that I knew too well. She wanted more information, but she knew that I didn't want to talk about it. She did change the topic, which I am thankful for. So she started to talk about all the stuff we are going to do this year. I tuned her out, while I drove to the daycare. As soon as I got there, Marcus got excited. He loved school. So I got out and signed him in.
30 minutes later at school
I parked the car and I looked around. A new school year and hopefully a new me. I wish. I slowly got out of my car and grabbed my books. Lacey was still talking about all the dances that we are going to go to. We arrive in our first period together, and Isaac Lahey is the only one here so far. I have been in love with him since freshman year. Last year he got into some trouble, his dad died and everyone found out what he was doing to Isaac. It's sad, but at least he was free. Free from the endless beatings. Lacey saw me looking at Isaac.
"So, since we are seniors, and it's the first day of school, are you going to talk to Isaac this year? I know that you have been in love with him since freshman year." She was whispering this while I was still looking at him, and he leaned back like he could hear us.
"Lacey can you please stop talking. It's not like he will like me anyways. He has so much confidence now that he is free. I wish I had that confidence. Things will never work out for me until my birthday." I keep thinking about what my uncle says that I am worthless, and no one will ever love me.
"Candace, you have to stop believing what your uncle says. You are not worthless. You are a great person. Marcus is lucky to have a big sister that protects him from that monster of an uncle. Between me and you, I hope your uncle dies and you can be free." She looked at me, and notices that I am in pain. "How are you feeling? Are the bruises hurting you?" Lacey understands me. She is my sister from another mother.
"Listen, I really don't want to talk about this in class. They do hurt, but I will live. You know the weirdest part, is that my bruises have been getting better a lot faster than normal. There are other weird things that I need to talk to you about. Come over after school, and I will show you, and please don't freak out." She gave me this weird look, but she nodded her head. The bell rang and everyone took their seats. Scott and Isaac gave each other these weird looks and then Scott looked at me. What in the world is going on? No one looks at me, I mean I am a nobody. Oh, well.
The class was so boring. I couldn't wait for next period, because history is my favorite subject. As soon as the bell rang, I grabbed my bags and slowly got up from the desk. I suddenly felt someone push me on the ground, and I fell on my right side. I cried out in pain, and tears started to fall out of my eyes. I grabbed my stomach with one hand, and with the other I tried to steady myself. I heard Lacey screaming at someone, well not screaming but cussing at them. I felt someone grab my left arm gently and put it around their neck. I looked up and I was staring at Isaac. My heart just started to beat faster. Everyone else started to go to their next class. I saw Lacey, and she gave me thumbs up, and mouthed "good luck." I mean I am in pain, why would I need good luck. Then I noticed that Isaac was carrying me to the nurse's office.
"Isaac, please don't. I can't go to the nurse's office. I will be fine." He gave me such a sad look, like he knew what was going on, but that was impossible.
"Candace, you were crying out in pain. That means you have a bad bruise somewhere. The nurse will help you get better." It sounded like he was actually worried about me, but I knew the truth. It was pity.
"Look the nurse can't help me, no one can." I was so close to him, that he smelled so good.
"You need to stop believing that. I can help you, if you want. No one will hurt you." I felt like he heard everything that Lacey and I were talking about. "You need to stop letting him hurt you. You don't deserve this." All I could think of was that he was so wrong. I did deserve it.
"That's the thing, I do deserve this. You have to trust me Isaac. If I go to the nurse's office, it will not be good for me or my brother. They will take him away and put him in foster care. Just put me down, and let me catch my breath for a minute. I will be okay." He gave me a skeptical look, and after a few minutes he nodded his head.
"If you want anyone to talk to, you know someone that has been through this. I am here if you want." I was surprised that he would offer me help. I thanked him, and he left for his next class. All I kept thinking about was that he smelled so good, and I was in his arms. I mean not the way I want to be, but I was in his arms. I couldn't wait to tell Lacey. She will be happy.
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