AN: I got totally caught up in moving! Sorry for the delay! I wanted this chapter up so badly! It sat in my head for DAYS before I could get it on paper. I know it's not long, but I wanted to get it to you guys. A longer one should be coming soon. Soon he meets Derek...
Chapter Seven
Isaac's senses kicked into overdrive. He smelled Chloe's perfume; sweet, but not overpowering. He felt her heart beating and his. He tasted her lips, soft and sweet, on his. This was the kiss he'd wished for everyday. This was the kiss that could change everything. This was the kiss that he still couldn't have.
Chloe shifted so she could wrap her arms around his shoulders and Isaac pulled back.
"I-I-" Isaac stammered trying to find the words to explain, not only to Chloe, but to himself. Chloe stepped back, a look of pain on her face, and then turned and walked down a hallway. Isaac debated following her but she was back before he could.
"Here." She whispered, handing him a shirt identical to the one he'd been wearing. He slipped it on, wincing when the cut pulled.
"Chloe, it's not that I don't-" She held up a hand not making eye contact.
"Just go, please." He moved forward and she stepped back, "Please."
He was about to say no and refuse to leave until she let him try and explain, when he saw tears falling on her chest. Small drops left dark pink spots on her hooded sweatshirt and they broke Isaac's heart. He left. It killed him, but he left without another word. He walked out the back door and then back into the woods. He took a path he remembered from his childhood and soon found himself in his own neighborhood.
His father was waiting for him when he walked through the door.
"I finished your work. Don't expect to get off so easy next time." His father said coming out of the kitchen. "You can't quit things half way, Isaac. I got half a mind to teach you a lesson. Ditching your job because you broke something; that's just bad work ethic, boy."
By this time, his father had reached him and was standing toe to toe with him. Isaac kept his eyes trained on a few spots of blood that had dried on his shoe.
"Look at me when I talk to you." His father grabbed Isaac's chin and forced his face up. Isaac smacked his hand away. He knew what was coming and ducked, barely missing his father's fist. It slammed into the door behind him. He ducked under the irate man's arm and sprinted for the back door. It was locked. He spun around and managed to get an arm up to block the next blow and counter with one of his own. It connected solidly with his father's chin. It set his father off balance a bit off balance, but not enough to give him an advantage. He wasn't able to stop the swift upper cut to gut that his father delivered.
He dropped to the ground, coughing violently. He felt the gash on his back split open as he twisted on the floor. Distracted by the pain, he didn't anticipate the kicks. They came quickly, first his stomach and then his back and head when he curled into a ball. Isaac desperately fought the urge to scream, but the pain got to be too much. His screams echoed off the walls and hurt his own ears.
"Dad! Please stop!" He tried to curl tighter when one kick landed right on the cut on his back. The pain caused his back to arch, uncurling his body. He saw the boot headed straight for his face and then nothing.
He woke up in the ice box, blood pooled around him. He didn't try and fight his way out. He simply sat and waited. Whether to be let out, or to let go, he wasn't sure.
