tw: abuse
I'm tired of feeling like I'm fucking crazy,
I'm tired of driving 'til I see stars in my eyes,
It's all I've got to keep myself sane, baby,
So I just ride, I just ride
Her hand swung off of the merry go round, the tips of her fingers soaking up the dew collecting on the cold blades of grass.
"Do you ever feel like life's going too fast?"
"I can stop spinning it if you want." A small laugh escaped Fallon's lips at his comment.
"No, silly, I just mean," A sharp intake of air stung through her throat.
"Sometimes everything's all blurry. And I'm not sure what's actually happening, I can never get any of the details, because it's just going by so fast." Isaac focused on her as she spoke, memorizing the way her lips moved and how all of her freckles were chaotically organized.
"It's like a dream. You know how in dreams, you can rarely see someone's face? You know it's there, but you're not actually sure what they really look like." Isaac nodded his head, but remained quiet as she talked. He didn't want to interrupt her train of thought. He could tell she was digging really deep in the recesses of her mind by the way she picked at her thumb, and how she kept playing with the same strand of dark brown hair.
"I used to have this dream," There was a lump in her throat, a sharp one, and it felt like it was stabbing her esophagus.
"I used to have this dream where there was a man. And, the man, he'd um, he'd crack his knuckles." She tried to laugh at her words. Saying it out loud to someone made it seem so juvenile, but in her mind it terrified her.
"And he'd crack his knuckles, and then he'd put his hands around my throat, and," Her hands were shaking and she could feel the air start to escape from her lungs. Isaac said nothing, but he grabbed her hands and pulled her into his lap. His hands lay on her torso, playing with the hem of his own navy blue hoodie that she was currently wearing.
"He'd press down. He'd squeeze and squeeze, and the entire time, I wasn't focused on living. I was focused on who he was. But I could never tell, all of his facial features blurred into this big mass of swirling color." She couldn't believe she was telling Isaac, but at the same time, she was so comfortable with sharing these intimate details of her life with him, how could she not? Sitting there, in the park with him, she felt better. For just a second she forgot she's almost died twice this week, or that werewolves exist, or that her mom had barely spoken to her in a month other than to scold her. Because, when she was with Isaac, those things weren't real. All she knew was him and her, sitting there, right there, in that moment. And she liked it that way.
"Isaac," Fallon looked up at him, making him aware of her breath against his jaw.
"Yeah?"
"I know you aren't getting those bruises from lacrosse practice." That was all she needed to say. Isaac's body tensed up, and his grip around her hand tightened.
"How?"
"I've seen your games. You won't play at all and the next day you show up with a bruise, you can't expect me to believe that." Her voice was barely above a whisper, causing the slight raspiness in her tone to be even bolder.
"But there's morning practices and stuff and-"
"Stop. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. Just stop lying to me." Her eyelids closed, the membranes in her thin skin visible. Their hands were clasped together, and every few seconds Fallon would squeeze to let him know she was there.
When Isaac walked home that night, he was shocked to see the lamp on in the living room, signaling that his father had woken up from his drunken slumber he was in when Isaac left. He cringed at the thought of what was bound to come, and when he touched the doorknob it felt as if it were on fire, a sign that whatever was coming to him wasn't going to be pleasant. He pushed the door open, hoping maybe he could sneak past his dad and delay it until morning.
"Isaac, get your ass in here!" His father still sounded slightly drunk, slurring his words together.
"Y-yeah Dad?" Isaac held onto his thumb behind his back, trying to steady it from the intense shaking that was currently going through his entire skeletal system.
"Where the hell have you been?" Isaac's father clasped his hands together, twisting the palms together. There was a small glass and a half empty bottle of whiskey on the table besides the recliner where Mr. Lahey was previously sitting.
"I, uh, I went on, on a walk. Th-through the woods." Isaac nervously rubbed his hand against the back of his skin, stretching and pulling the skin until it stung.
"You expect me to believe that, son? Get your ass over here," Isaac waited a second, causing his father to get even angrier.
"I said get your ass over here!" Mr. Lahey pointed to the floor in front of him, and Isaac shyly walked over to face his father.
"Now you listen to me," Isaac could smell the alcohol contaminating his breath.
"If I ever, ever, fuckingcatch you sneaking out again, I will feed your ass to the wolves, do you hear me?" Before Isaac could respond, his father had slapped him across the face with such force it sent Isaac crashing to the ground. His father wasted no time before he kicked Isaac in the stomach, Isaac's vision blurring with tears as he felt the urge to vomit and to scream and to cry all at the same time. He placed his hands on the floor, preparing to lift himself up. His torso was off the ground until his father kicked him once again in the stomach, causing Isaac to collapse back onto the hard floor and curl into fetal position, facing away from his dad.
This gave the older Lahey the perfect angle to kick Isaac in the kidney, Isaac arching his back as his father repeatedly kicked him around like a soccer ball. Tears were pouring down Isaac's face, dripping off of his chin and staining his lips with the salty taste. His eyes caught sight of a framed picture on the mantle above the fireplace. It was one of him, his father, his older brother, and his mom.
"Get in the basement."
"D-dad please, I-I learned my lesson okay, I r-really did, I'll behave I pr-promise," Isaac begged, the words tasting bitter on his tongue. His father was relentless, picking Isaac up by the back of his shirt and dragging him down the wooden steps and into the basement.
Because of Scott's recent breakup with Allison, Stiles decided it'd be a good idea to steal some of his dad's Jack Daniels for some sort of pity party. Although she wasn't too pleased with the idea of the three of them, or at least Scott and Stiles, getting shit faced, she decided she'd go because she hadn't talked to them since the night they were at the school. They decided they'd take the little fiesta to Fallon's house, since her mom was working the night shift and wouldn't be home until around 7 am.
Despite her knowledge that the two boys would show up soon, she couldn't help but jump at the loud knock on the door. Every noise made had sounded like a window shattering, something crashing through a wall, or a violent roar. She ended up throwing her alarm clock against her bedroom wall because the glowing red had reminded her so much of the alpha's eyes, it had sent her into an anxiety attack. Something she was getting increasingly more familiar with as time passed.
Bare feet carefully tiptoeing across the hardwood floor and to the door, she opened it to a smiling Stiles and a sulking Scott.
"Ready to part-ay," Stiles waved the glass bottle of whiskey around in the air. Fallon grabbed both of the boys' hands and led them to the back patio, where a few cushioned chairs and cushioned swing were placed around a small fire pit.
"Alright, then," Fallon grabbed a few red cups and an unopened two liter of Coke.
"A woman that's prepared, I like it." Stiles wiggled his dark eyebrows at her in a comedic manner, causing a small giggle to slip past her lips. She glanced at Scott who had taken a seat on the swing, but was looking down at his hands in his lap. Skipping over to the swing, Fallon crashed down beside him, causing him to jerk his head up to look up at her.
"Hey, um, t-thanks for letting us, um, c-come over." Scott looked as if he was on the verge of tears already.
"Well of course!" She grabbed onto his shoulders, squeezing them gently, and coaxing a tiny smile out of Scott. The sun was setting, so Fallon took it as her cue to start the fire.
They had been sitting for a couple hours, both Scott and Fallon completely sober. Scott because of his fast supernatural metabolism, and Fallon because of her personal animosity for anything involving alcohol. She was reluctant to invite them over because she had never seen Scott drunk, and was unsure of what his behavior would be like, although now she didn't have to worry about it. Stiles' however, she was completely prepared for his drunken rants about Lydia, or the video game he can't beat, or some band that has "changed their sound so much they aren't even the same band, man." It was always quite the entertainment. Stiles laid his body across her cement tiled patio.
"Huh, dude, you know, she's just one girl. Out of, out of so many, there's so many other girls, in the sea."
"Fish in the sea." Scott said, his voice morose and uninterested.
"Fish? Why are you talking about fish? I'm talking about girls. God, I love girls. I love 'em. I love especially ones with strawberry blond hair, green eyes, five foot three…"
"Like Lydia?" Fallon piped up, seemingly the only one amused by Stiles' drunken manner.
"Yeah, exactly. Hey, how did you know I was talking about, about… what was I talking about? Hey, you're not happy. Take a drink." Stiles held the bottle of brown liquid and waved it in front of Scott's sullen face.
"I don't want anymore."
"You're not drunk?"
"I'm not anything." Fallon's arm looped through Scott's, wiggling it slightly to get his attention. When he looked down at her, she smiled, and snuggled into his arm.
"Hey, maybe it's like maybe it's like not needing your inhaler anymore, you know. Maybe you can't get drunk as a wolf. Am I drunk?"
"You're wasted." Fallon giggled, but Scott's voice remained monotone as he spoke.
"Yeah! Come on, dude, I know it feels bad. I know it hurts. I know. Well, I don't know. But I know this. I know that as much as being broken up hurts, being alone is way worse. That didn't make any sense." When Stiles ended his sentence, Fallon couldn't help but frown. She climbed down from her seat beside Scott, lying down on the ground beside Stiles and resting her head on his outstretched arm.
"Hey, Fallon, my favorite girl in the whole world. Like the entire universe, all the galaxies and stuff. Well you know, except, yeah."
"Yeah I know." Fallon glanced over at Stiles' face, his eyes were glazed over because of the alcohol. Every time he spoke like this about Lydia, it broke her heart a little bit. She loved Lydia, sure, but Lydia was so wrapped up in Jackson and climbing the social ladder to even really notice Stiles. Stiles was head over heels for a girl that barely acknowledged him, and it seemed to hurt Fallon more than anyone, including Stiles, because she knew he deserved someone who treated him like he was their whole world. Much like Allison treated Scott, even if they had broken up for the time being. Fallon's mind wandered back to Isaac, his calloused fingertips touching the smooth skin underneath her sweatpants' band the night she had picked him up in the middle of the night, and the way that he had blushed when she touched his hand. It was if Isaac's eyes only really lit up when she was around, and it gave her a fuzzy feeling throughout her entire body.
The next morning Fallon woke up to her alarm screeching, pulsating through her skull. A deep, guttural groan escaped Fallon's throat, her eyes glued shut with the crustiness of sleep. Her hand waved around in the air in an attempt to find her phone, and when she did, her eyes opened barely a millimeter to unlock it. She stretched her entire body, wiggling her back against the warmth of her mattress and comforter.
After about 15 minutes of stretching, yawning, and mindlessly playing Candy Crush on her phone, Fallon got up to shower, but ended up collapsing clumsily to the ground. Her butt landed with a thud on top of her phone, which vibrated a millisecond later. She reached underneath herself to get it, revealing a slightly worried text from Stiles.
Full moon tonight. Y'all ready fo this? Nanana nana nananana nanana nananana
Her thumbs fumbled quickly to respond:
This isn't Space Jam jackass. Seriously tho what's the plan
Her phone vibrated again when Stiles responded.
Whips n chains ;)
AN: When I said fluffy I actually meant angsty as hell
This is the third time I think? I've ended with a phone conversation wow okay redundant much? Idk I thought this was a good stopping point for it because when they lock Scott up it's gonna be intense and I'm really excited wow
I feel this chapter really developed not just her relationship with Stiles and Isaac, but also SCOTT I'M SO EXCITED TO WRITE ABOUT HER AND SCOTT I GOT BIG PLANS BIG BIG PLANS
I decided to hurry up and finish this in honor of the fricking finale and DANIEL TAKING OVER THE TWITTER HELLLL YEAH
Also I entered the Style Stiles competition thing 4 times so far ahahhaha and you best believe I'm gonna spam the hell out of that hashtag tomorrow wowee and I'm cutting my hair like Crystal Reed's tomorrow wow? everything happens so much
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Song of the chapter is Ride by Lana del Rey yeehaw