Author's note: Just FYI, the picture I have for this story is not the one I initially wanted, but Scotland was the closet girl I could find to look like my character, Lindsay! But it's still not exactly what I wanted! I just wanted you to keep that in mind! Also, I wanted to let you know that even though the show is on now, this will be absolutely nothing like it (As you can probably tell by the new character and the fact that Jackson didn't leave town)! The only things the two will have in common (that I know of, at least.) will be the alpha pack, which I'll be bringing into the story later, but still won't be a huge part of it, and I just found out from watching recent episodes that there will be something else, too! Just keep in mind the center of this story will be the (mostly) Lindsay, Stiles, and Isaac love triangle. It's more about the romance than the werewolves at this point, but I'll bring that in more as we go along! Also, I will try to post every week! I can't get on every day! I don't know why I'm always so nervous about this story, but I always feel like no one is going to like it, so, if you didn't like it, please don't say anything. Just review if you liked it, please! Thanks for reading! And, yes, I purposely kept all of this. ~L

Chapter 10

Lindsay squirmed around in her seat, the anticipation killing her. "Are we almost there?" She asked like a five year old. She couldn't help but laugh a little at her tone.

Isaac took one hand off the steering wheel and placed it on top of Lindsay's. "Patience." He scolded, but he started laughing as well. His fingers laced between hers and she could help but feel a little guilty.

Slut.

The word echoed through her head as she thought about what happened that day. And then there was Stiles. She felt a sense of longing flood through her. Even if he hadn't let her explain, she couldn't keep herself from still having a small piece of her that loved him. She wondered what would have happened if she hadn't gone on that date, or if she made sure the note was from Stiles. Would they still be together? Would she fall more in love with him? Would Isaac have seen Helen throw that glass at her, missing he head by half an inch?

Nearly five minutes later, Isaac parked the car and Lindsay heard the door open then close.

"Okay." Isaac whispered so close to her ear that Lindsay could feel his breath as he helped her out of the car. A tingle of excitement shot through her. "I'm going to take this off, but don't open your eyes until I say so, alright?" Lindsay nodded as Isaac slipped the blindfold off her eyes. He grabbed her hand and they walked for a few seconds. "Okay. Now."

Lindsay eagerly opened her eyes and looked around. Birds flew around peacefully. There were hiking trails off in the distance. Benches were set every few feet from each other. A big water fountain gushed in the middle of everything. Lindsay's heart dropped almost immediately. It was a park. She and Stiles had their first kiss in a park. Then she saw the angry look on his face from earlier that day. How heartbroken he was. And, just like that, all the thoughts she had on the way there started back up in her head again. "Wow." She said, trying to sound impressed, although she was absolutely mortified.

"It's pretty cool, isn't it?" Isaac smiled, seemingly proud of himself. At least he thought she liked it. "I thought we needed a little getaway. To go somewhere outside of Beacon Hills for a while."

"Yeah." Lindsay looked around again. This was actually happening. "Where are we, exactly?"

"Not far. Don't worry, you'll be home by eight." He had a playful edge to his voice, but Lindsay couldn't help but be worried.

"Oh." She closed her eyes. If this is going to end well, the next car to pass will be red, she thought. It was something she liked to do. Check up with herself, see if what she was doing was right, while letting it all be luck. She thought it was cool how it always ended up being true. Like the time in Kindergarten when she'd made her first friend, Nina. When Nina had walked up to with her hair identical to Lindsay's and pretty green eyes, asking Lindsay if she wanted to come play a game with her, she'd smiled and said to herself, "If she'll be my best friend, a bird will fly by the first window to the right." And, sure enough, one did. She and Nina had been best friends ever since. Now, she opened her eyes, looking at the next car that passed. It was silver. Her stomach churned. Uh-oh.

"Come on." Isaac pulled Lindsay closer to the trees. A picnic blanket was laid out in front of them, as well as food and drinks.

"How did you get this done?" She forced a laugh.

"I know a guy." Isaac smiled. Lindsay forced a grin, too. She wondered if the guy was someone she knew.

They sat down on opposite sides of the blanket. Lindsay shirted uncomfortably. This was so wrong. Something terrible was going to happen. She was positive. Neither said anything.

"Can I ask you something?" Lindsay suddenly blurted, fiddling with the end of the blanket.

"Sure." Isaac nodded.

"You said your dad was, you know, abusive." Isaac stiffened. "What did he do to you?" He opened his mouth, but no words came out. Lindsay sighed. "Sorry. I shouldn't have asked. You don't have to tell me." She looked down.

"No. It's ok." Isaac glanced at Lindsay. "He threw things, hit me, and sometimes, he would lock me in this freezer-"

"That's horrible." Lindsay cut him off, taking his hand. "I'm sorry."

"It's ok." He squeezed Lindsay's hand. "It's hard when you hate someone so much for what they do, but, at the same time, you love them, and you care, even if they don't. You know what I mean?"

"I know exactly how you feel." She closed her eyes. "Did he stop, before he died?" Isaac shook his head. "How do I get help?"

"I'll help you." He volunteered. "I know I can get you through this."

"Thank you." Lindsay looked into his eyes. Isaac smiled. "You know, you're not what I thought you'd be like."

"What do you mean?" He laughed.

"You're not like most guys. Self-indulgent, only care about themselves. You're really sweet. And you really seem to care."

Isaac cringed. He felt like the exact opposite of what Lindsay said he was. "Thanks."

"You're not like most guys." Lindsay repeated. "You're really something special."

You have no idea, Isaac thought as he leaned forward, and Lindsay tilted her head. This was the moment. The was actually going to happen. His lips grazed hers, but she quickly pulled away. She put her hands over her eyes. "Oh my God." Lindsay peeked at Isaac through her fingers. "I am so sorry."

"It's okay." Isaac lied.

"I just... I'm not ready for another boyfriend yet. Not after what happened with Stiles. Not when I-I'm not over..." She trailed off, realizing what she just said.

"I get it." He nodded slowly. "Stiles is a cool guy."

"I'm sorry." Lindsay stood up and ran to her car. Isaac called her name as she slid into the driver's seat and locked the doors. She only drove around the block before she stopped the car. Lindsay leaned her head back against her seat, holding her knees close to her chest. Tears spilled out of her eyes.

It had gone horribly.

An hour later, Lindsay was driving back to Helen's house. Before she'd actually started driving again, she texted Isaac another quick apology and he said he could get a ride. The good thing about the blindfold was that she concentrated on all the turns, so she knew how to get back. But the whole thing still left her feeling horrible.

As she pulled up to Helen's, she couldn't help but let a sick feeling wash over her. What was Helen going to do about the fight earlier that day?

When she walked through the door, Helen was waiting for her. Her white-ish hair cascaded down her shoulders in the chair she was sitting on. She put down her copy of The Scarlet Letter. "You're late." She snarled.

"No, I'm not. It's only seven." Lindsay looked at the number on her phone. She hadn't realized it took so long to drive back.

"I told you to be here at seven." Helen stood up and stepped closer to her.

Lindsay stepped back. "You told me eight."

"No, I told you seven." Helen moved so close to Lindsay that she could feel her breath on her neck. Lindsay new what Helen had said, but she knew better than to fight back. She couldn't do the same thing to Helen that she did to Allison. They were related. And she could never do anything to hurt her, no matter how much of a bitch she was. Lindsay swallowed, not knowing what to do. Helen leered over her.

Instead of doing what she knew she should, Lindsay turned and ran. She needed to get away from Helen. She couldn't face her. Not today. Not now.

"Hey!" Helen yelled, running after her. "Come back here!"

Lindsay ran up the stairs, and as she reached the top, a hand wrapped around her wrist. For an old lady, Helen sure was fast. "Let go of me!" She tugged at her arm, but Helen didn't budge. "I said let go!"

"Come on." Helen tried to whip Lindsay around. Lindsay's eyes widened as her feet slipped out from under her and she let out a loud scream. She felt Helen let go of her as she started to fall.

And then everything went black.

Author's note: Hey, guys! Sorry, I was going to post this yesterday, but my mom kicked me off the computer. Also, I just wanted to let you know that I will no longer be able to post on week days because of school! I will hopefully post the next chapter next weekend! Thanks for your understanding!