"So, what are your grades like?" Dad asked Isaac. I had already given him my grades... which were pretty much Bs in everything.
"Um... so far, it's an A in French and a B minus in Econ." Isaac told him.
"Ooh." Dad said. "What about Chemistry?"
"I'm not sure... uh... mid-terms are in a few days so it could go up." Isaac said nervously. One of my hands gripped onto the table anxiously.
"Well, what's it at now?" Dad questioned.
"The grade?" Isaac asked.
"Uh... yeah!" Dad said as if Isaac was stupid.
"I'm not sure." Isaac muttered, looking back down at the table.
"Well, you just said it could go up." Dad pointed out.
"I... uh... I meant generally." Isaac stuttered, running a hand through his dark blonde locks.
"You wouldn't be lying to me, would you, Isaac?" Dad asked, furiously cutting into his food. My hand had come free from the table and was now gripping onto my leg.
"No." Isaac said breathily.
"Then tell me your grade." He said with a fake smile.
"I just told you... I-I don't know..." Isaac stammered, tapping his fingers on the table.
"You wanna take this little conversation downstairs?" Dad asked sweetly which made a shiver run up my spine.
"Dad, don't." I warned quietly, my eyes fixed on Isaac's fearful eyes.
"Shut up Sofia." Dad snapped before noticing Isaac's little head shake to his question. "No? Then tell me the grade, son."
"Dad, the semester's only half over..." Isaac tried to reason with him.
"Isaac..." Dad warned.
"There's plenty of time-"
"Isaac!" Dad cut him off.
"I-It's a D." He said nervously, looking like he wanted the ground to swallow him up.
"Alright. It's a D." Dad shrugged. "I'm not angry." He kept glancing towards the table and Isaac. "You know I'm going to have to find a way to punish you, though. I have my responsibility as a parent. So... we'll start with something simple. Like... uh... you do the dishes and clean up the kitchen, okay?"
"Yeah." Isaac said quietly while visibly relaxing. I bit down on my lip as I knew that wasn't going to let it go so easily.
"Good." Dad said deeply after taking a sip of his drink. "Cause I'd really to see this place spotless." Dad then threw his cup down onto the floor next to me, which made me jump and shift my chair closer to Isaac. "Know what I'm sayin'?"
"Dad, stop it." I said confidently.
"Sofia, this is not your matter." Dad snapped.
"I don't care." I spat, glaring at him.
"I want this entire kitchen spotless." Dad said, ignoring me. He then angrily smashed the plates underneath him which made Isaac jump out of his chair and into the wall and I quickly stood up from mine, backing up into the counter. "Absolutely spotless." He then picked up a glass jug and threw it at the wall above Isaac's head, making the broken shards fall onto him.
"Dad!" I shouted. "He doesn't need this!"
"Oh, but he does, Sofia." Dad muttered.
I averted my eyes back over to Isaac who was pulling a shard of glass out of his cheek. I breathed heavily, tears coming to my eyes.
"Well, that was your fault." Dad told him with a straight face.
"You could have blinded me." Isaac said harshly as he stood up to face him.
"Shut up!" Dad said deeply. "It's a scratch. It's hardly even-" Dad stopped himself as the blood was working it's way up Isaac's face and up into his cut.
"Oh crap." I whispered as Isaac touched his cut. Derek had told us about this.
"Isaac?" Dad asked as he took off out of the room. I made my way to follow him but Dad grabbed my shoulder and threw me back onto the floor. "You can stay here while I sort out your brother." I fixed him with a glare as he walked out of the room.
I got up off the floor and followed them both out of the house and saw Jackson standing across the street, looking at me.
"Mind your own business." I shouted at him before starting to run off down the street, looking for my brother more than my dad.
As I was running, it had started to rain and now I was completely drenched all over my body. I stopped in my tracks as I saw my dad's car was parked and something was hanging out of it.
"Dad!" I screamed as I saw his very bloody body sprawled across the front seat of his car. I quickly pulled out my phone, ready to call the sheriff but someone's hand stopped me. I turned around, ready to hit them, but I saw it was Isaac. I instantly wrapped my arms around him in a hug, crying into his chest. "He's dead!"
"It's okay." Isaac whispered, wrapping his arms around my back.
"It's not. We need to call the sheriff." I told him.
"We can't." He insisted.
"What?" I said breathily, pulling out of the hug.
"They'll just say it's us. Or it was me." He told me, gripping onto my shoulders.
"We can't just leave him here." I yelled.
"Yes we can. Now let's get to Derek!" He snapped, letting go of one of my shoulders and dragging me by the other.
"Derek!" Isaac yelled as he pulled me down the wooden stairs to Derek's hideout. As he pulled me onto the cart, I saw Derek's surprised face.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
"O-Our dad." Isaac said, catching his breath. "I think he's dead."
"We don't think... we know." I corrected him.
"What did you do?" Derek questioned, looking directly at Isaac.
"I did nothing." He shook his head. "It wasn't me!"
As I walked out onto the field that morning, I felt exhausted. I scaled up the back of the bleachers and onto the empty row, sitting down quietly. I sent a small smile to Isaac who was lining up with the team. He smiled back and then looked towards the goal, where Scott was standing.
The whistle blew and Coach threw a lacrosse ball into one of the player's nets. As the boy ran, Scott came out of the goal and slammed into the player's body. I furrowed my eyebrows as Scott sniffed along the kid's body.
"McCall!" Coach Finstock said. "Usually, the goalie stays within the vicinity of the acual goal."
"Yes, coach." Scott nodded, running back to it.
Then one by one, the others ran up and were slammed back by Scott, followed by him sniffing their bodies. This kid was crazy.
Then as it was Isaac's turn, I noticed something. He was breathing hard, like he was a bull going to ram into a matador. Oh crap, he was letting his inner rage take over.
"Isaac, you're blowing our cover." I muttered but he payed no attention to my pleas as he charged forward and wasn't slammed back by the others, but was spun around with Scott in his grip and they both fell to the floor.
As they stared at each other, I stood up from my seat but stopped as I saw three police officers, one of them being the sheriff. I quickly started to move down the bleachers, easily getting to Scott and Isaac in time.
"No offence Scott, but go away." I spat, not looking at him.
"You can't tell me what to do." Scott laughed.
"Can't I?" I growled, my eyes turning yellow as I looked at him. He stiffened and then walked away to his buddy, Stiles. I relaxed as the police officers told us to come with them to the station for questioning about our father.
"Listen, you're telling me that you knew Isaac and Sofia's father was hitting them?" The Sheriff asked Jackson in disbelief as they were in the principal's office.
"Hitting them? He was kicking the crap out of them." Jackson stated.
"Did you ever say anything to anyone?" Sheriff Stilinski questioned. "Teacher, parents, anyone?"
"Nope." Jackson shrugged. "It's not my problem."
"No, of course not." He shook his head, looking down at his clipboard full of information. "You know it's funny that the kids getting beaten up are always the ones who least deserve it."
"Yeah." Jackson nodded, then a dumbstruck look came over his face. "Wait, what?"
"I think we're done here." The Sheriff said then walked out of the office with Jackson in tow.
It was kinda boring sitting in a cell. I had told them exactly what had happened last night, except for the part where I hadn't called the police and where we went to Derek. I had just said that my phone wasn't working and that my dad didn't own one.
"It's almost night." I heard Isaac speak quietly next to me.
"I know." I nodded, resting my head on the metal wall.
"It's a full moon tonight and they don't know what we're capable of." Isaac stated.
"I don't think anybody knows." I muttered, running a hand through my hair.
"They'll find out when we're not in our holding cell." Isaac said, pulling himself up off the makeshift bed.
"Even if it's a full moon, I'm staying here. Not you or Derek can take me away from here. I'm not becoming a fugitive." I shrugged, closing my eyes.
My head snapped up as the alarm went off in the station. I was leaning on the back wall, trying to control my wolf urges but the canines had already produced, my eyes had turned to their amber color and I was getting even more angry.
I saw a police officer dragging in someone and his head turned as he looked at me. I roared and ran straight for him, knocking him to the ground as the boy got out of his grip. The officer easily overpowered me and was clutching my neck with his hand. I felt his weight being pulled off me as Isaac grabbed him and threw him into the wall, a syringe of black liquid clattering to the ground.
I managed to get to my feet as Isaac slammed the guy's head into the wall, knocking him unconcious. I was startled by the sound of glass breaking and looked to see Derek. Isaac's eyes now averted to Stiles and he looked ready to rip the boy apart. I quickly clambered over to where Stiles was and protectively stood in front of his sitting form.
Derek's roar made me falter and stumble to the floor, clamping my hands over my ears. I felt my rage disappear and my wolf-form was disappearing, my human form reappearing.
"How did you do that?" I heard Stiles ask.
"I'm the alpha." Derek said simply, a low chuckle emerging from his lips.
"Oh." Stiles said.
"Come on, you two. We gotta get you out of here." Derek said, hauling me and Isaac up by our shoulders.
"No." I insisted, pushing him off. "I'm staying here. I'm not becoming someone on the run."
"Sofia, if you don't come with me, I will hurt you." Derek growled, his eyes turning red.
"I don't care. I'm staying here under the Sheriff's orders." I crossed my arms over my chest and walked into the doorway of the holding cell.
"Whatever." Derek said and dragged Isaac out of the station.
The alarm was shut off after it had been blaring for over an hour. I was leaning on the doorway of the holding cell, watching Stiles.
I lifted my head up as Sheriff Stilinski walked into the room we were in. He looked at the unconcious form of the officer/hunter, then at Stiles, then at me.
"Hi, Mr Stilinski." I smiled as I waved at him. He then looked back at Stiles with a 'well, what happened?' look on his face.
"Uh... he did it." Stiles pointed to the body by the bench and I couldn't help but let out a chuckle.
"Does this mean I'm free to go? Because I'm pretty sure it's been 24 hours." I told Mr Stilinski, pulling myself off the metal of the doorway.
I hope you liked this chapter! It wasn't the best but I couldn't really write about two paragraphs for the next two chapters so Sofia's not on the run and Isaac is! Stay tuned for the next chapter!