A/N: God, I'm so so sorry. This chapter sucks :/
It's short, stupid and boring.
I just couldn't get anything good on paper. Exams are finally over and I'm dead tired.

I'll post the Christmas chapter in a week, I promise it'll be better than this.
Anyway, as always: thank you for the reviews, follows and favorites.
I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf, or its characters.

Jackson was just leaving Isaac's house, in blinding anger, when his phone vibrated in his pocket.

An unknown number was calling.

He answered it.

"Jackson?" a weak and fragile voice asked.

Jackson didn't need to think twice about who it was.

All of his anger disappeared immediately, replaced by concern.

"Isaac? What happened? Where are you?" he said quickly.

He could hear a quiet, distant sniffing noise at the other side of the line.

"I'm still at school. Could you come over here, please?"

Jackson nodded, even though he knew Isaac couldn't see it. "Stay where you are, okay? I'm coming as soon as I can!" he said determined, already running to his car.

The line went dead.

- I -

Isaac waited nervously, shifting from one feet to another.

He smiled weakly when he saw a familiar looking grey Porsche turning around the corner.

Not much later, Jackson had already ran up to him.

"Hi.." Jackson said awkwardly.

"I-I um.. I told the principal.. about, you know.." Isaac stuttered.

Jackson raised his eyebrows. He was surprised – and glad – that Isaac had finally told someone about his father.

"Good," was the only thing he could answer.

"He said the police would want to talk to me too.. But, I couldn't.. Not.." Isaac couldn't quite get out of his words.

"It's okay. I understand. You couldn't deal with it then."

Isaac nodded slowly. "At least, not alone.."

-b-

Both boys were sitting in the police office.

A blonde woman in her early forties was questioning Isaac.

"So, Isaac… Please explain to me what happened. All of it," the woman said.

Isaac shot a glance at Jackson and then took a deep breath.

"He wasn't always like this… My dad. After my brother died, he wasn't the same anymore. Sometimes he got really angry with me… Then he started hitting me… I … I never said anything to anyone… He'd kill me if I did.."

The woman nodded. "So, how often did he hit you?"

Isaac swallowed. It hurt him to talk about it. And the woman's manner of questioning certainly didn't make it any better.

"I don't know.."

"Isaac," she said sternly. "I need you to answer this questions as good as you can, okay? How often?"

Jackson frowned at her. How could she be so blunt?

"Just… Whenever I got bad grades or did something wrong I guess…" Isaac answered.

The woman sighed and wrote something down. "And did he ever do anything else than just hitting?"

There was a short pause.

Jackson's thoughts flashed to the freezer in Isaac's basement.

"No," Isaac mumbled.

The woman looked at him sceptically. "Are you sure?"

"Yes… I'm sure… Could we take a break now?" Isaac asked absently, desperate to get out of that room as soon as he could.

"Well, if it's really necessary.."

"It is," Isaac didn't even let her finish.

He stood up and quickly left the room. Jackson followed him.

"You okay?" he asked, once they were in the hallway, not knowing what else to say.

Isaac gave him a slight nod. "Yeah. I.. I just have to go to the bathroom.." he said, barely audible.

Jackson didn't have enough time to answer, because Isaac practically ran to the toilets and threw the door shut behind him.

Jackson's concern grew, so he followed him.

In the toilets, only one stall was locked.

Jackson could hear the unmistakeable, silent sound of crying.

He cleared his throat.

Abruptly, the crying stopped.

"Isaac?" Jackson called, taking a deep breath. "I… I know this must be hard for you, but I promise it will all be over soon. You just have to tell your story once, and your dad will get what he deserves… I know it's not much but… I'm here for you."

It was quiet for a while.

Then the door unlocked and Isaac came out with red eyes.

Jackson almost smiled. "You'll be fine.."

Isaac rubbed his eyes quickly. "God. I'm such a wimp," he choked. "I can never stop crying."

Jackson shrugged. "That's not something to be ashamed of. Everyone cries!"

Isaac let out a small chuckle. "Even you?" he teased.

"Even me," Jackson admitted.

Isaac sighed. "I guess we better get back.."

Jackson nodded.

Isaac turned around to leave, but just when he was about to open the door, Jackson grabbed his wrist.

Isaac turned to look at him with a frown.

"I'm sorry," Jackson said, as he released the other's wrist immediately. "Isaac. Are you sure you're telling that woman everything?"

Isaac suddenly looked nervous. "Yeah.. I told her everything there is to know.."

Jackson raised an eyebrow. They had to talk about it. Now.

"Did you tell her about the freezer?" Jackson asked, mentally slapping himself for his bluntness.

Isaac looked like a deer caught in the headlights.

"What?" he breathed. "How do you –"

"I went in the basement when I was getting clothes for you at your house..." he interrupted him.

Isaac suddenly looked like crying again. He didn't answer.

"You should tell her, Isaac…" Jackson suggested quietly.

Isaac stared at him, his eyes watery, as he seemed to think it over for a bit.

Then he nodded.

They walked back to the office and sat down.

And for the first time in Isaac's life, he told everything.

A/N: So I hoped you enjoyed it even though it sucked :p
Bye!