CHAPTER THREE
I wake up a few hours later, it's dark outside, and it's a full moon. I hate full moons, Tyler always reacted badly to them, therefore hurting me. Lets just say full moons terrify me. I slowly get out of bed, almost expecting to see Tyler standing there, with that sadistic smile on his face. When I realize I'm back in Beacon Hills, across the country from him, I relax a little. I pull on a pair of sweats and an oversized UCLA sweatshirt. I head downstairs for some much needed food. I can't even remember the last time I had eaten, it had been at least two days ago. I tip-toe as quietly as possible past the bedroom doors in the hallway. As I get the last one it opens as I am walking past, I yelp in surprise.
"Hey, sorry, it's just me, Isaac." Isaac states.
"Sorry, you scared me. I thought everyone was sleeping." I state, my hands going over my growing bump. Isaac's eyes flash to my hands and then back to my face.
"I don't get that much sleep." Isaac states, his eyes showing something that I couldn't quite put my finger on.
"Want to join me for a snack?" I ask.
"Sure." Isaac replies with a smile. He follows me down the stairs and into the kitchen. I flip on the lights as I pass going straight for the refridgerator. I glance at the clock realizing it is only 9 P.M.
"Hey, where's Scott, he can't be sleeping it's only nine?" I ask glancing toward Isaac.
"Oh, he's probably dealing with the new bet-babies." Isaac corrects, looking flustered. I narrow my eyes at him.
"What babies?" I ask suspiciously.
"Puppies. He works at a vets office, they had a dog have puppies." Isaac states, covering.
"OOhh I love puppies! Do you?" I ask.
"Uh.. yeah.. I uh do." Isaac replies scratching his neck.
"Well, what do you want to eat?" I ask, changing the subject.
"I don't care, I'm not picky. Whatever you are having is fine." Isaac replies.
"Well, I feel like a bacon cheeseburger with onion rings and a chocolate shake. Want to join me?"
"Sure, let me just grab my shoes." Isaac states, starting for the stairs. I follow him up the stairs to get my shoes. I throw on a pair of black Uggs, check my hair, and grab my wallot. I head down the stairs to see Isaac waiting at the door.
"Ready?" Isaac asks.
"Yeah, lets go!" I reply. We head out to his car, once in we sit in a comfortable silence until we get to the Beacon Hills Grill. When we get inside I head straight to a back booth in the corner, facing the door and out towards the rest of the grill. I don't like not being able to see everyone at all times.
"So...how long did you live in New York?" Isaac asks, looking up from the menu he recently grabbed.
"Um... about two years. How long have you lived in Beacon Hills?" I ask looking down at the menu.
"I have lived here my entire life. Actually we used to be in the same class." Isaac replies with a small grin. My eyebrows crinkle as I try to remember him.
"Oh wow really? I don't remember you, I'm sorry." I state, I feel a little bad about not knowing him.
"Oh, it's fine. We hung out with different people. You hung out with Jackson and Lydia and I...uh didn't really have any friends." He states looking down, not making eye contact.
"Oh, gosh, I am so sorry!" I reply.
"Don't worry about that it has changed since then." Isaac says with a small smile, his twinkling, ocean blue orbs meeting my own. I blush and look down.
"Right, well, I'm going to have the bacon cheeseburger. What are you going to have?" I ask glancing up at Isaac from the menu I have taken to hide my blush.
"I think I will have the same..." Isaac drifts off as the waitress comes over.
"What can I get y'all?" The waitress, whose name tag reads Betsy, asks snapping her gum.
"Two bacon cheeseburgers, two orders of onion rings, and two chocolate milkshakes." Isaac orders glancing over at me. I smile.
"Alright, coming right up." Betsy replies, heading to the kitchen.
"So... what brings you back to Beacon Hills?" Isaac asks, focusing those charming blue eyes on me. Isaac is good looking, he has a chisled jaw that looks as though it was carved from stone, those piercing ocean blue eyes, curly brownish blond hair, and he is tall and seems really fit, if the way his sweater stretches over his chest is any indication. Over all he is hot!
"Ummm... just some uh... trouble... I got myself into, nothing big." I mummble, not willing to share in secrets with this sexy stranger.
"Ahh, sorry I pried." Isaac replies looking sheepishly at me. I smile.
"No biggie. So how come you are living with my mom and brother, instead of with your family?" I ask, I study his face and watch as his eyes widen and his jaw tightens.
"Well, my mom died, from cancer, when I was nine, so I was raised by my father. My big brother went into the military as soon as he turned eighteen, where he died in combat. My... uh... father, he was well, he was never the nicest if ya catch my drift and he died a couple of months ago." Isaac replies, looking down. I immediately regret asking and pity him. I definitely got what he meant about his father, although I am surprised he is so open with me, a complete stranger.
"I am so sorry, that is terrible. So what hobbies do you have?" I ask changing the subject.
"I play lacrosse, I also help out a little bit at the vet's office that Scott works at. What about you?" Isaac asks, studying me.
"Well, I like to draw. Kind of lame, I am definitely no good at it. I like reading, also lame. I used to play sports, but I haven't in forever." I reply, looking at the pale yellow table top. The waitress from earlier brings our food to the table, interrupting the silence. I send up a silent thank you as I look down at my food. I am starving, my stomache starts rumbling. Isaac laughs.
"Well it looks like someone was hungery." Isaac jokes, making me laugh.
"Yeah, I didn't realize how hungery I am until just now." I laugh, picking up an onion ring. After a couple hours of joking, laughing, talking, and eating we decide to head back, I go to pay but Isaac insists on paying. After we leave the grill and get home we both go straight up to bed. After I change I lie in bed thinking about the day. It started out terrible, I mean I'm sixteen I don't need a baby let alone two. I am still not sure what I am going to do, but I am sure that no matter what I choose my amazing mother, and brother, will help me. Speaking of brother, where is Scott I haven't seen him since earlier. Oh well. I had a lot of fun with Isaac I am surprised by how easy it was to talk to him. I haven't been able to talk to someone like that in ages. I think that he knows, about the abuse, it seems as though we may have similar fears. I hope that Scott is home tomorrow, I want to catch up with him. With that final thought, I drift into a nightmare filled sleep.