AN: Hello again!
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So here you go, another chapter!
'Pinkranger888' suggested angst, so I decided to give it a try. I don't know if I'm any good at it, so please let me know!
I noticed the previous chapter had a lot of typos, sorry for that. I always reread everything, but I keep missing some mistakes. I hope it's better in this chapter.
Anyway, on with the fic!

Warning: Same as in previous chapter. Slash and some language I guess…

Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf or the characters.

A yell. The sound of shattering glass. Darkness.

Words could be heard vaguely.

"You piece of shit!" , "Worthless" , "Weak" .

Darkness again.

Big, blue and panicked eyes fluttered open. Isaac's eyes.

The room was empty. Pieces of broken glass were all over the kitchen floor.
Isaac looked around quickly. He heard some rumbling in the basement.

No.

He brought his hand up to his forehead, which was causing a sharp and piercing pain.

He hissed when he touched the skin and he drew back his hand to look at it. He gasped.

His fingertips were covered in blood.

He heard footsteps coming up the stairs of the basement.
His heart started beating faster and faster.
He had to get away from here. He had to get away from his father.

Quickly, he tried to stand up, but his vision blurred. He collapsed and tried desperately to grab the kitchen counter for support.
"I warned you, Isaac," said an terrifying, but calm voice.
Isaac looked up at his father, trying to find something to say.
No words came.

"Look at you," his father continued, "Fear written all over your face…" He stepped closer.
"You don't have to be scared, son. I just want you to understand I have to punish you when you do something wrong."
Isaac shook his head slowly. "I didn't do anything wrong," he breathed.
All of a sudden, his father lashed out at a vase with flowers on the table and threw it on the floor.
"Goddamn you Isaac! I ordered you not to tell anyone!" he yelled.
Isaac's thoughts flashed to Jackson. "I didn't tell him, dad! I swear!"
Okay, so maybe that wasn't exactly the truth, but it wasn't a lie either. Jackson just knew, he figured it out himself.
Isaac's dad tried to regain his calm. "Don't lie to me, boy… You have to understand, this is for your own good…"

He slowly stepped closer to his son. Step by step. Until he was standing in front of him.
Roughly he grabbed his arm. Isaac knew what his father was going to do.

"No. Dad please, no! I swear I didn't tell. Please!" he panicked.
His father just kept saying that it was for his own good and continued to drag him towards the basement.
Isaac tried frantically to tear himself away.
He didn't want to get locked up in the freezer again.

The words his father had said to him came flooding back into his mind and filled him with anger.

He wasn't worthless. He was not weak.
Not today. Today he would stand up for himself.
Isaac pulled hard and was finally able to tear his arm away from the firm grip of his father.

He ran away, as hard as he could.
"Isaac! Come back!" his father yelled.

He made it just in time to the door and threw it shut behind him loudly.
Once he was outside, he didn't even know where to run to and looked around helplessly.
His eyes fell on Jackson's house. He hesitated for a moment, but the fear of his father made him decide. He went to the one person he thought he would never go to if he needed help.

He walked to the giant house and pushed the doorbell a few times hastily.
Silently, he hoped Jackson would open the door and not his parents.
The door opened.
Isaac released the breath he didn't know he had been holding.

"Isaac? What the hell happened?" Jackson asked frowning.
Before Isaac could even try to answer, another question was posed.
"And what's with you forehead?" he stepped closer to get a better look at it.
Isaac remembered his forehead was bleeding and opened his mouth to explain, but Jackson stopped him again.
"Damn. You're crying…" he stated quietly and moved a little so the other boy could come in.
Isaac didn't even realize he had been crying the whole time, but when he touched his cheeks, they were indeed wet. He hurriedly wiped the tears away.
This was the second time Jackson had seen him cry.

"I'm so sorry to bother you, but I didn't know where else to go…" he said softly as he stepped inside his neighbour's house.
Jackson shook his head. "You're not bothering me. At all. Now come on, I have to take care of that cut on your forehead."
The other nodded slowly.
Jackson started walking to the living room, but when he turned around he saw Isaac hesitating.

"Don't worry… We're alone," he said.
"Do… Do they know?" Isaac asked.
Jackson frowned and Isaac clarified: "Your parents. Do they know about my father?"
The muscular boy's jaw tightened and he shook his head. "They're not my parents. And no, they don't know."
Isaac mentally slapped himself for not remembering Jackson was adopted.
"Sorry," he quickly apologized.

Jackson told Isaac to sit on the couch while he got the first aid kit.
After a moment Jackson came back with the kit and sat down in front of the other boy.

"I'm sorry if this stings," he mumbled as he dapped a wimp just above Isaac's brow.
Isaac bit his lip, trying not to flinch away from the stinging liquid that was pressed down on the cut.
He tried to look anywhere but in front of him, since Jackson's face was really close to his own.

"Can I ask how this happened?" Jackson's soft voice broke the awkward silence and he drew the wimp back carefully.
"My dad… He was throwing stuff and some glass shattered so…" Isaac stuttered barely audible. He didn't really want to talk about it now.
"He could've blinded you…" Jackson said.
"It's just a scratch," Isaac replied, even though the 'scratch' hurt a lot.
Jackson raised an eyebrow, but didn't reply. Instead he got a tube of salve out of the kit and applied some on the cut. "This'll make it heal faster."

Isaac looked up to be able to see Jackson's eyes, but instead, he caught his lips.
He tried to avert his gaze, but somehow he couldn't. He kept staring at Jackson's slightly opened mouth.
Suddenly, he became aware of Jackson's warm breath on his face.

He got a glimpse of the other's perfectly white teeth when Jackson smiled. "I'm done.'
Isaac quickly shook his head and was finally able to tear his eyes away.
"Thank you," he whispered gratefully.
Jackson just shrugged. "Well… So obviously, you aren't going back to your mental dad tonight so… "

"You'll sleep here?" he asked with the half smile still on his face.

How could Isaac refuse that?

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