Hello, everyone! Yes, I know it's been a couple months since I last updated this story and I apologize. But with the rate I've been going lately, I think I'll be able to crank out future chapters faster so do not fret! So since Isaac isn't really in episode 4 of season two that much, it kinda made writing this chapter easier because I was really able to get into the aftermath of the previous one. So get ready for a ton of angst and drama in this chapter. I hope you enjoy it!
WARNING: Mentions of abuse, self-harm, and rape.
Waking up the next morning felt like a chore- Delilah really did not want to do it, but she was going to have to at some point. All the dried up tears from the previous night acted like glue and stuck her eyelids together. It actually kind of hurt when she pried them apart with her fingers. It was dark and gloomy outside. Well that set the tone perfectly. Delilah looked over at her alarm clock and saw that it was almost noon. At least there was some sort of decency left in her stepfather and he let her stay home. There was no amount of energy and motivation left in her to go out in public. Especially looking and feeling like this.
As if she thought just opening her eyes was bad enough, actually sitting up was even worse. Just the slightest movement could trigger the excruciating pain that shot through her whole body. Delilah gritted her teeth as she pushed herself up so her back was pressed against the headboard. Then she looked down at her bed and her stomach churned at what she saw.
God, there was so much blood. Seventy percent of the usually white bed was covered in red. Delilah was most likely going to have to replace not only the sheets, but also even the mattress. That was the last thing on her mind right now though. What she really wanted at the moment was to clean up because she felt absolutely gross with dry blood caked on her skin.
With the minimal strength she had left, Delilah swung her legs over the edge and slowly pushed herself up. Her legs instantly began to wobble so she gripped her nightstand so she wouldn't collapse. Every step she took hurt like hell, but Delilah was able to breathe through it and keep going. A minute or so later, she finally made it to her bathroom. She flipped the light switch on.
"Oh!" she whimpered, placing a hand over her mouth as she took in her reflection in the mirror.
The sight made the waterworks come rushing back. She looked like she had just stepped out of a horror flick. It was beyond awful! Lawrence clearly didn't hold back with his punishment. Delilah was left naked besides her bra so she got a good view of everything her stepfather did to her. All over her chest, arms, stomach, and legs were fresh cuts that only multiple layers of clothing could hide. But the thing is was that these weren't ordinary cuts. No, Lawrence treated the girl's body like it was a piece of paper and wrote whatever it was he desired.
Fat.
Whore.
Disgusting.
Trash.
Bitch.
And the one that really hurt the most emotionally… Worthless.
Those words would be forever tattooed on Delilah's body and she could never get rid of them. Every time she would get undressed, she was going to have to face them no matter how badly she wanted to. Like Lawrence said, she would now always be reminded that she was nothing. She was a pathetic girl and he took that to his advantage. He definitely knew her weak spot.
Framing those scars were dozens of bruises, some from previous punishments and the others from last night's attack. And how could Delilah forget about the painful ache between her legs?
Ugh… the more she thought about what Lawrence did to her, the sicker she felt. It now felt like there was a five point seven earthquake in her stomach and Delilah could handle it anymore. Rushing to the toilet, she lifted the lid and emptied out the contents in her stomach. Just hearing herself retching made her throw up more. Soon there was nothing left to come out so Delilah was just dry heaving. By the end of it all, her throat felt raw and it hurt too much to try to swallow.
She flushed the toilet and carefully pulled off her bra. Then she reached over to turn the shower on so she could clean the blood off herself. No matter whether the water was hot or cold, it still stung Delilah's open wounds whenever she stepped underneath the shower head. It made it that much more of a pain in the ass to wash herself since she was moving twice as slow.
After what seemed to be the longest shower of Delilah's life, the water that had turned pink from the blood finally became clear again. She turned the water off, got out of the tub, and dried herself with a towel. When she looked back in the mirror, all the blood was gone, but that just made her injuries stand out even more. Especially the words that were carved into her skin. So many different emotions were going through her head- humiliation, guilt, violation, disgust, depression, and most of all, anger.
There was no way that this could be hidden. No, Delilah needed to tell someone because this was absolutely not acceptable. This was going to haunt her for the rest of her life and Lawrence should not be able to get away with this. So Delilah was going to tell, starting with her mother. Gloria knew that her husband abused her daughter and she most definitely knew what he was capable. She just had to believe that Lawrence would do something as cruel as slice open and rape her only child.
Right?
Delilah went back to her bedroom to put on a sports bra, underwear, and back sweatpants. From the corner of her eye, she noticed a grey hoodie lying on top of her dance bag. But it wasn't just a hoodie. It was the one Isaac gave to her the day they told each other about their abuses and Delilah told him that she self-harmed. God, when Isaac finds out about last night, he was going to freak out. He was either going to break up with Delilah or set out to literally murder Lawrence. She just hoped that it wouldn't have to come down to neither one.
First things first however, she had to tell Gloria. So Delilah pulled on Isaac's hoodie- letting the scent calm her down a little- and walk out of her room.
Whenever the brunette took steps down the stairs, she winced at the pain that was throbbing in her legs and core. She then found Gloria sitting at the dinner table with a lit cigarette between her index and middle fingers. There was a half-filled glass of wine and a bottle set on the table next to an ashtray.
It was five o'clock somewhere, right?
Suddenly Delilah was feeling incredibly nervous. For a moment there, she thought that she was going to start puking again. But she took deep breaths to compose herself before finally speaking up with a scratchy voice.
"Mom?"
Gloria slightly turned her head towards her daughter. "Oh. Hi, sweetie. I was going to wake you up earlier for school but Lawrence told me that you weren't feeling good when you came home yesterday and to just let you stay home. You don't mind missing a day, do you?"
"Um, no," Delilah said, "That's- that's fine."
At least none of them knew about her cutting class to see Isaac that day before. Hopefully.
"So how are you feeling now?" Gloria asked.
"Could be better," Delilah answered honestly. She tugged on her sleeves. "Actually, Mom… I- I really need to talk to you about something. It's pretty important and can't wait."
She noticed her mother tense a little at this, but Gloria just nodded her head. Delilah sat on the other side of the table and kept tugging on her sleeves.
"Is everything alright?" Gloria asked.
"Yes," Delilah said, "No, I mean… no, everything is not alright. It's actually about Lawrence."
"What about Lawrence?"
How the hell was suppose to explain this? "Um… first of all, I guess there's something you need to know before I tell you anything else." Delilah kept her eyes on her fidgeting hands. "You know how Isaac and I went to the winter formal?"
"Yeah," Gloria said skeptically.
"Well… after the dance, Isaac and I decided to come back here to hang out with just the two of us. He told me that he loved me and of course I said it back. So one thing led to another and… we ended up having sex."
"Hmm. I see." It didn't look like Gloria was upset with the news. So far so good. For now, at least. "And what exactly does this have to do with Lawrence?"
"After Isaac had gone home the next day, I went out to the store and bought a box of condoms just in case," Delilah continued, "Lawrence found them in my nightstand drawer last night. He got really angry so he punished me. And he…"
Crap, this was a lot harder then Delilah thought it was going to be. She was getting choked up just recalling last night's memories. She couldn't even look Gloria in the eye. It was becoming too much for Delilah. A tear rolled down her cheek and she let out a shaky sigh.
"Mom, Lawrence raped me."
For a while, Gloria didn't say anything. Her face remained neutral as she puffed on her cigarette. It was absolutely nerve wracking. The longer she was quiet, Delilah could feel her heart rate rise. She just needed her mother to say something. Anything!
"No, he didn't," Gloria finally said, letting the cigarette out in the ashtray.
Anything but that.
Delilah's head snapped up and her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean, he didn't?"
"I know you and Lawrence have always had major differences," Gloria said, "But accusing him of something as awful as… that is just going too far."
"Wait, do you really think I'm lying?" Delilah asked incredulously.
"You are lying," Gloria said, "I'll admit that Lawrence can be strict when he feels like he needs to be. He would never do anything like that though. Maybe you just had a nightmare."
That made Delilah scoff. "Believe me, it was a nightmare. The only difference is that I was actually awake when it all happened."
"This isn't funny, Delilah."
"Do you see me laughing?" the brunette exclaimed. She stood up and pushed her sleeves up to her elbows to display the words on her arms. Then she lifted up her hoodie. "Look at these. Lawrence took out a pocket knife and carved these words into me. There's more on my chest and arms."
"How do I know that you didn't do that to yourself?" Gloria accused, "I know that you cut yourself so I'm not really convinced that Lawrence is the one who did it."
Slightly taken aback, Delilah adjusted her hoodie. "Okay, yeah, I do cut, I'll admit it. But I would never do something as extreme as this. It's all his doing."
"God, this is ridiculous. Why in the hell would Lawrence cut you and then rape you?"
"Because he's a sadistic and twisted asshole who doesn't care about anyone else's feelings! He's fucked up in the head!"
"Watch your mouth, young lady," her mother scolded.
"Mom, I'm telling you the truth," Delilah said more calmly, "Lawrence did this for his own entertainment." Another tear fell out. "Why don't you believe me?"
Her mother shook her head before grabbing the wine bottle. "I'm done talking about this. You should go back to bed." She got up and started to head into the living room.
"You know, I bet if my real father was here, he would have believed me."
Hearing this made Gloria stop in her tracks. It was a bold move on Delilah's part to bring up her biological father since it was sort of an unspoken rule to never speak of him. But if it was going to get Gloria to listen to her, then fuck it. She'll do whatever it takes.
Slowly, Gloria set the bottle on the kitchen counter and turned back around to face her daughter. "What did you just say?"
"He would've never allowed anything like this to happen to me," Delilah continued, "Come to think of it, I'm sure if he was still around, he wouldn't push me around either."
"You're father chose to leave us," Gloria told her, "If he wanted to stay in your life, he would have stayed. But he didn't. And you shouldn't put him so high on a pedestal. You didn't know him like I did. He wasn't some Superman either."
"But would he have ever abuse like Lawrence has?"
"I think you're being very unfair to Lawrence. Without him, you and I would be out on the streets now. But we have a roof over our heads, he pays for your credit card, and he puts the food on the table."
"Yeah, with all of his drug dealing money."
Gloria's jaw clenched. "That's enough, Delilah."
"No, it's true!" Delilah press on, "We both know that Lawrence's job doesn't pay a lot so he gets all of his money from selling drugs. That's all he's pretty much good for."
"Delilah, stop it."
"If anyone's providing for this so-called family, it's me. I'm the one who does all the cooking, cleaning, and shopping. I barely make enough money as it is from instructing at the dance studio. But while I'm working my ass off trying to do my part, you and Lawrence are screwing around. Then I come home just to get beat up like you guys get off from it or something."
"Stop."
"And when you're drunk off your ass and all jacked up from cocaine, I have to clean up your mess and make sure that you're not dead. It's always me!"
Before she knew it, Delilah was backhanded harshly across the face. Her head whipped to the side from the collision, causing a stinging sensation in her cheek. The slap seemed to have echoed throughout the house and it made it sound much louder. It got really quiet in the room after that.
Expressionless, Delilah looked up at her mother. Gloria's eyes were wide and hands covered her mouth, like she herself couldn't believe that she had actually hit her daughter.
"Sweetheart, I… I'm so sorry," Gloria breathed out, "I didn't mean to do that."
Instead of saying anything, Delilah snatched her keys off the kitchen counter and bolted out the door. Gloria ran after her but by the time she got outside, Delilah had already got into her car and drove away, tires screeching. The older woman stood there for a while, contemplating whether or not to follow her daughter. She stood there for a while before sighing in defeat and going back inside. Sitting back down at the dinner table, Gloria placed her face in her hands and broke down.
Not once in her life had her mother ever laid a hand on her for any reason. Gloria had always been gentle with her, whether she was high, drunk, or completely sober. Maybe Delilah had taken things a little too far with her attitude. But she didn't care. She had to speak up for once and for all. Never did she expect her mother to actually hit her for it though. Any amount of trust Delilah had left in her was broken.
It probably wasn't safe for the brunette to be driving in her condition, but she seriously needed to get out of that house. She didn't even bother putting shoes on. She just grabbed her keys and left. While Delilah was driving, the amount of tears she cried out doubled and her hands were shaking with anger. There were a couple of times when she almost crashed her car but she just kept telling herself not to stop until she got to where she needed to be. So she just wiped the tears from her face, even though it was pointless since they continued to pour out.
After a while, Delilah was parked in front of the abandoned subway station across town. She got out of her car and rushed inside. Well, as quickly as she could without irritating her still sore legs. The area was rusty and dirty and it made Delilah cough a little. And so far, she didn't see anyone in there.
"Isaac?" she called out. No response. Delilah walked further into the station. "Isaac? Are you in here?"
"Delilah?" She finally heard her boyfriend's voice off in the distance, making her sigh in relief. "Is that you?" The brunette soon found a set of stairs.
When she reached the bottom of the stairs, everyone there immediately turned their heads towards her. There was Derek, Anabelle, Erica, and to Delilah's surprise, Boyd. Okay, when the hell did that happen? But the one face that stood out to her was Isaac's, and he just looked confused.
"Delilah, what are you doing here?" he asked.
Seeing his face and hearing his voice made Delilah completely lose it. Without a second though, she ran over to Isaac and threw her arms around him. He was caught off guard at first, but when Delilah started sobbing like he had never heard before, he cradled the back of her head and rubbed her back. Tears were staining his shirt but Isaac didn't care- he just held his girlfriend tighter. It was obvious that she really needed him right now so he wasn't pulling away anytime soon.
"Hey, hey," he said softly, "Baby, what's wrong?" Delilah just cried harder into his chest, her sobs wracking through her body. Isaac continued to rub her back as he looked up at the rest of his pack, who seemed to be concerned and unsure of what was going on. "Derek, I have to-"
"We'll give you two some privacy," Anabelle said, nudging Derek with her elbow.
The alpha nodded and led Anabelle and the other two betas up the stairs. Erica was a bit more hesitant because she was worried about her best friend, but she followed Derek anyway.
Isaac waited till they were all out of sight before taking Delilah into one of the empty cars. He sat her down on a chair and she kept crying with her head down. Dropping on to his knees so they were almost eye level, Isaac rested his hands on her thighs.
"Baby, talk to me," he gently demanded, "What's wrong? Why are you crying?"
His girlfriend sniffled and placed her hands on top of his. "My mom," she croaked, "She… she hit me."
"What?" Isaac said in shock, "Why?"
"W-we got into a fight earlier," Delilah explained, "I-I got really upset and s-started going off on her. I-I said some things I shouldn't h-have said and s-she slapped me in the face. And then I j-just ran out the door and…" She couldn't even speak anymore because she was alternating between crying and hiccupping.
"Shh," Isaac hushed as he wrapped his arms back around her, "Shh, Delilah, relax. Just breathe. You're okay."
"I n-never thought she would slap me," Delilah cried, burying her head in the crook of his neck, "She's never h-hit me before. But I just got so angry because she wouldn't believe me… I d-deserved it."
"No, you don't," Isaac told her sternly, "You never deserve to be hit by anyone. There's nothing you could've said to your mom to make you deserve that, okay?" He kissed her temple. "What was the argument about?"
Suddenly Delilah got way too quiet. She had stopped crying, but the tears kept flowing freely. Isaac could feel her nails digging into his shoulders, but he didn't pay much attention to the slight pain. What was really worrying him was the lack of movement and sound coming from her. It was like she turned into a statue. He slightly pulled away and crooked his finger underneath Delilah's chin so she would look at him. Her usually bright green eyes were now red around the irises and puffy. Underneath the tears, Isaac could detect the handprint that her mother had left on her cheek. That had to have hurt like a bitch.
"Delilah. What were you two arguing about?"
"It was about Lawrence," Delilah finally said, making Isaac tense up, "She didn't believe me when I told her about..."
"When you told her about what?" Isaac asked, "Baby, you're really starting to scare me."
After stumbling over her words a few times, Delilah finally managed to say, "When I told her about what Lawrence did to me after he found out we had sex." Her boyfriend gave her a look that told her to go on.
Deciding that it would be easier to just show him than tell him, Delilah grabbed the hem of her hoodie and pulled it over her head. Isaac's eyes grew wide as they've ever been when he took in the foul words etched into her skin. One of his fingers reached out to trace the word 'worthless' on her chest, making Delilah's head hang in shame.
This was just sickening. Isaac felt like he was going to throw his breakfast up the longer he stared at the new and disturbing scars and bruises. As if he already didn't want to hurt Lawrence. Now he really wanted to destroy the bastard. Who in their right mind would ever think about doing something like this to someone like Delilah? It was disgusting. Especially since she was neither of those horrible things that were written all over her.
"I promise you, he's going to pay for this," Isaac said under his breath.
"That's not even the worst thing he did," Delilah said. She mentally kicked herself as soon as those words slipped out.
Her boyfriend's eyebrows furrowed. "He basically branded you like cattle, Delilah. How in the hell is this not the worst thing..."
All of a sudden, a horrendous stench traveled up to his nostrils, making Isaac stand up and back away a little. Ever since he became a werewolf, not only was he able to smell physical things like food and perfume, he was also able to pick up the scents of emotion and personality, one of those being innocence. Because Delilah was no longer a virgin, her scent wasn't as pure as it was before they had sex but it wasn't off putting. There was still that hint of innocence that was present.
Now it was gone. The werewolf couldn't detect it at all. It must have happened overnight because it was definitely there when Isaac saw her yesterday. Also, he could still smell the pain on Delilah along with something much more unsettling. Isaac's eyes traveled down her body and took note of the way she hugged her torso and crossed her legs together tightly like she was protecting herself. What the hell did Lawrence do to make her so closed off like this? Delilah has never acted this way before.
Even though Delilah had showered, Isaac could smell another man's scent on her. He smelled the barely there but still lingering sweat, marijuana, and even cum on the brunette like it had sunk into her skin. And the worst of it was that those stenches didn't belong to just any man... they belonged to Lawrence.
"Please tell me it's not what I think it is," Isaac said lowly.
"He wanted to ruin sex with you or anyone else for me," Delilah told him, confirming his hunch, "He said that no one could ever love someone so damaged."
Isaac curled his fists when he felt his claws pop out. They were so tight that his claws had dug into his palms and caused them to bleed. "You're going to the police, right?"
"My own mother didn't believe me. What makes you think that the authorities will? Apparently a lot of people know that I cut so they're going to think that I did this to myself." Delilah gestured to her arms.
On the night of the full moon, Isaac had almost no sort of control of his actions. He had been overcome with these urges to tear apart the first person he saw. There was so much fury built up inside him that he couldn't take it.
What he was feeling right now was that times a hundred.
"I'm gonna fucking kill that son of a bitch."
"No," Delilah said, quickly standing up when Isaac was about to storm out of the station. She placed her hands on his chest. "You're not killing him."
"You know that I can take him," Isaac told her, "I'm stronger, faster, and have fangs and claws. I can even get Derek, Erica, and Boyd to help me. Lawrence doesn't stand a chance against us. He will be dead in a heartbeat once we're through with him."
"Listen to yourself, Isaac. Talking about murdering someone like it's no big deal. You're not a killer. You weren't when we met, and I'm not allowing you to become one now."
The beta scoffed. "Are you kidding me right now? You're seriously asking me to just sit on my ass and not do anything about this?"
"I'm asking you to not do anything stupid," Delilah said, "The police are already after you. You were held in a jail cell because they suspected you were the one who killed your father."
"We both know that I didn't do it," Isaac countered.
"They don't. What's gonna happen if you actually do kill Lawrence? Not only will you be arrested agin for being a wanted man, but they'll take you away for good."
"I don't care."
"Well, I do! And I am not losing you over this!"
"BUT HE'S RAPING YOU, DELILAH!" Isaac yelled, eyes glowing golden-yellow and making his girlfriend flinch.
The reality of that statement seemed to have finally hit Isaac because his breathing became heavy. Almost like he was about to have a panic attack. He fell onto his knees in the middle of the room and placed his head in his hands. Delilah had never seen her boyfriend like this before. It was scary to watch him lose control and freak out like he felt helpless. Like his world was falling apart around him and he didn't know what to do to fix it.
Delilah waited until Isaac's breathing pattern slowed down to a normal pace before walking towards him. The closer she was to him, the clearer she could hear his shuddering breath and quiet sobs. She kneeled before him and took his hands in hers. When Isaac looked up, his eyes turned back to blue but his own tears were falling down his face.
"I'm not letting him get away with this," he said shakily, "Delilah, I just can't. We can't let him win..."
"There's nothing we can do, baby," Delilah told him softly, "I know that's not what you want to hear, but that's just the way it is."
Sniffling, Isaac said, "You know, I never had the nerve to stand up to my father when he was alive. I'd always accept what was given to me. Now that he's dead, I'll always regret never giving him what he deserved." He wiped his face with his sleeve. "I took the bite because I wanted to protect you. Here I have this perfect opportunity to use the strength and courage that I thought I'd never have and it's now going to waste. Do you know how fucking pathetic that makes me feel? To feel useless even with these incredible abilities all because it's not the 'morally' right thing to do? Not only does that make me feel like a shitty boyfriend, I also feel like the world's shittiest person because I can't save those in need."
"You can't always be the hero, Isaac."
Another tear fell out of the werewolf's eye (as did Delilah's) when he spoke these next few words. "I just wanna be yours."
Guilt laced his voice and it broke Delilah's heart that he felt somewhat responsible for her safety, or lack of. It wasn't Isaac's fault that he couldn't watch over her every second of every day. No matter how much wanted to. He had to understand that.
Bringing her hand up to Isaac's face, Delilah brushed his tears away with her thumb. "You could have chose to leave me as soon as you found out about Lawrence and my self-harm. But you didn't. That night at the police station, you could have attacked me when you were dealing with the fool moon. Instead, you fought off anyone you thought was a threat to me. You've always stayed with me no despite the consequences. You've always been my hero, Isaac. Even when you don't believe in yourself, I always have and always will."
"I will never leave you, Delilah," Isaac promised her, "I love you. So much."
"God, I love you, too."
Delilah cupped his face and kissed him with as much love as she could give him and then some. Then she slung her arms around his neck and his arms went around her waist. They both managed to finish their crying sprees and just savor each other's embrace. After a while, Isaac's hold tensed and Delilah immediately noticed. She pulled away just a little to see a distant look on her boyfriend's face.
"What's wrong?" she asked him.
"Derek," Isaac said lowly, "He wants to give you the bite."
Okay, that was definitely something that Delilah was not expecting. "What? How do you know that?"
"I can hear him and Anabelle talking about it out there," Isaac said, "And she is not happy about it at all. She actually just left."
"Oh." Delilah wasn't really sure how else she should respond to that so she kept silent for a bit. "Well, what do you think?"
"About Derek giving you the bite?" The brunette nodded. Isaac sighed. "I don't know. Honestly, I think that it's the last thing you need to worry about right now. We already have Lawrence to deal with and then adding the pressures of being turned? It might be too much for you to handle?"
"Yeah... I guess you're right."
However, Isaac wasn't so sure she really thought that. "Delilah... do you want Derek to turn you?"
"Maybe it's not such a bad idea," Delilah said hesitantly. She could already tell that Isaac wasn't liking this by the way he frowned. "I know it's crazy. But like you said, being a werewolf comes with a lot of benefits. I'll be stronger, faster-"
"Have a higher chance of being killed," Isaac interrupted. Delilah deadpanned. "I'm being serious."
"So am I. Don't forget that you took the bite, too. Even when you knew what came with it."
"To protect you."
"And you think that I don't wanna protect you? Just knowing that I could lose you with a blink of an eye makes me feel like I can't breathe." Isaac looked down at his hands and didn't say anything. "I know that this is risky. But it's not like I'll be thrown to the wolves." Delilah rolled her eyes when Isaac raised an eyebrow. "You know what I mean. You, Derek, Anabelle, Erica, and Boyd will help me so I won't be alone. I can do this, Isaac."
"No one's making you do anything," Isaac said.
"I know," Delilah nodded, "But I want to. I'm so over feeling weak every day and not being able to do anything to defend myself." She frowned at her scars. "Also, if you were me, would you want to look at these every day and be reminded of someone taking advantage of you?"
Isaac sighed. "And this is what you want? You're absolutely sure?"
"Positive," Delilah said, "I need this, Isaac. You may not think it's the best thing for me, but I need you to be by my side through thick and thin. Just trust me. Please?"
She made a good point, as much as Isaac hated to admit it. No matter how much he hated the idea of Delilah being in more danger than she already was when she goes home every day, it was completely up to her. What kind of person would he be to forbid her for making a serious decision when he was in her shoes just a couple weeks ago? If there was one thing Isaac wasn't, it was a hypocrite. He didn't have to like it. The important thing was to support Delilah and help guide her through any obstacles she was going to have to face.
Gripping her chin, Isaac kissed his girlfriend's lips. He then pulled away and said, "Let's go talk to Derek."
They both stood up and Isaac handed the hoodie back to Delilah. She pulled it back on, allowed her boyfriend to take her small hand into his larger one, and they walked out of the car. At the same time, Derek was walking down the stairs. He stopped when he saw the young couple, as did they.
"Everything alright in here?" Derek asked them.
"Actually," Isaac said, looking down at Delilah, "There's something that Delilah would like to ask you. Go on, baby."
After squeezing Isaac's hand, Delilah walked over to Derek and stopped when she was two feet in front of him. She took a deep breath. "Derek... will you turn me into a werewolf?"
Derek was definitely surprised to hear this. He looked over at Isaac, who looked a little sheepish.
"I heard you and Anabelle talking up there," he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Huh," Derek nodded. He looked back down at Delilah. "So you know what comes with the bite. Full moons, hunters..."
"He's already told me everything I need to know," Delilah said, looking back at Isaac.
"Once you're bitten, there's no going back," Derek told her, "The only way out is death. Do you still want it?"
"Yes," Delilah said confidently, "I still want the bite."
"Lift up the hem of your shirt. Isaac, you might wanna hold her so she won't struggle. She could end up hurting herself."
The beta did what he was told and stood directly behind Delilah so his chest was pressed against her back. As soon as his arms were wrapped around her torso just below her breasts, she gripped onto his forearms. Isaac could hear her heartbeat slowly increasing so he kissed the top of her head.
"Don't be scared, baby," he whispered to her, "I'm right here. You're gonna be okay."
Kneeling down, Derek grabbed the hem of Delilah's hoodie to keep her hip exposed. Her breath hitched when she felt the alpha's calloused hand on her, reminding her of the night before when Lawrence had his way with her. Isaac sensed her discomfort so kept placing kisses on her head. Derek's eyes turned red and his teeth elongated. "Count to three."
"O-okay," Delilah said timidly. She blew air through her lips. "One... two-"
A pained cry came out instead of 'three' when Derek sunk his fangs into her hip. She started to squirm so Isaac tightened his hold on her. He also continued to whisper sweet nothings in her ear when she whimpered. For a while, Delilah thought that her body was on fire. The pain was blinding! And because she was still hurting from the previous night, everything felt ten times worse. Delilah didn't care at this point that her nails were stabbing at Isaac's skin. She just needed something to hold on to while she silently prayed that it would be over soon.
God seemed to have pitied the girl because before either one of them knew it, Delilah was unconscious. Her body became limp but luckily Isaac was still holding her so she didn't fall. Nothing major was happening and if he didn't hear her now steady heartbeat, he would have assumed that she was dead. But he remembered that he also passed out when Derek bit him so he didn't have anything to worry about just yet. Isaac adjusted their position so he was cradling her to his chest. A strand of Delilah's hair fell out of her messy bun and he tucked it behind her ear.
"She'll be okay, right?" he asked Derek.
"Most likely," the alpha said, "It takes a while for the bite to take full effect. Possibly overnight. You just have to be patient because she'll be out for quite some time."
"What do I do with her until then?" Isaac asked, "Because there is no way in hell I'm taking her back to her house. Not when her mother's also a danger to her now."
His alpha pulled a key out of his pocket and tossed it to Isaac. "Anabelle gave me that before she left. She said that's your key to her apartment. Delilah will be safe there. Lay her down so she will be comfortable while the change is going through her body. And don't let her out of your sight."
"Never again," Isaac promised, gazing down at his sleeping girlfriend.
Carefully, he lifted Delilah so he was carrying her bridal style. He held her tightly as he walked up the stairs. Erica and Boyd were standing there when he reached the top. They gave him concerned looks, silently asking if the girl in his arms was okay. Isaac just nodded his head once before going out to Delilah's car. It was already unlocked and the key was still in the ignition, but they both appeared to be untouched. After gently placing Delilah in the backseat, Isaac got in the driver's seat and drove away from the subway station.
It was hard for him to not keep looking back to check on Delilah. Now that he knew what Lawrence was really doing to her, Isaac couldn't take anymore chances. He had to stick by her at all costs no matter what they were. Even the thought of switching his classes so he could be with her crossed his mind. That was something he was going to have to think about later on. And if he so much sensed Lawrence near either one of them, Isaac would for sure lose it. Not even Delilah would be able to hold him back from slashing the man's throat. He would rather be sent away than have Lawrence lay a single finger on his girlfriend again.
Soon Isaac was parking in the garage at Anabelle's apartment. He then lifted Delilah out of the car and carried her inside. It was a little tricky to unlock the door while holding Delilah, but he was able to do it without dropping her. Anabelle wasn't home, which probably was a good thing at the time since she was going to be pissed when she finds out that Derek turned the girl. Why? Isaac wasn't really sure, but Delilah really needed to be in peace right now. So he took her into Anabelle's bedroom where he had been sleeping lately and laid her on the bed. Since he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon, he decided to lay down next to her.
One of Isaac's arms slid underneath the pillow while the other draped around her waist. Delilah seemed to have felt this because she snuggled closer to him and hugged his torso. The beta smiled softly and kissed the top of her head. He buried his nose in her hair as he closed her eyes. At least she still had that same cinnamon scent that he'd always loved. Let's hope that that wouldn't change once she was fully turned.
"You'll always be safe with me, Delilah," Isaac said softly, "No one's ever going to hurt you again. I promise..."
Five hours have passed when Delilah finally came to her senses. Nothing seemed familiar to her except for the beautiful boy sleeping next to her. She stroked his arm that was still curled around her protectively as she looked around the room. On the beige walls were a few pictures of people that looked totally unfamiliar except for a girl that had dark caramel brown hair and light brown eyes. Huh. This must be Annabelle's apartment, Isaac's new home for now. That explains why he seemed too comfortable in another person's home.
Delilah sas the sky beginning to darken through the window. Man, how long was she out for? And how did she even get here? The only thing the brunette knew was that her head was aching a little. But the rest of the pain in her body finally went away. Thank god for that.
Wait. Nothing else was hurting anymore. Delilah suddenly remembered everything that happened before she passed out. She had asked Derek for the bite...
She swiftly pulled off her hoodie, getting tangled in it for a bit before throwing it to the floor. Looking down at her body, all she was met with was smooth, baby-soft, sun-kissed skin.
"Oh my god," Delilah gasped in astonishment.
Her wounds... they were gone. They were all gone! No blemishes, no bruises, and best of all, no scars. The bite mark Derek had left on her hip was still there, but if what Delilah had hoped for was actually happening, it should disappear sooner than later.
Excitement buzzing through her veins, Delilah gently pried Isaac's arm off of her before running out of the room and across the hall to the bathroom. She flicked on the light switch and her eyes grew wide at her reflection. All of the baby fat Delilah had left (which created some rude comments from her friends and Lawrence growing up) was now replaced with more toned muscle. Her arms, legs, and even her stomach was firmer but still retained that softness they always had. There was no more acne on her face, making her look fresh and clean like she had been trying to achieve for years. Take that, Proactiv!
Tears were making their way back out again. But for the first time in these past few days, they were out of joy. Delilah was a werewolf now! It may have been a strange thing to be happy about, but this meant something so much more than being able to grow fangs and claws. She was stronger now, and it was going to take a hell of a lot more than a belt or her stepfather's bare hands to tear her down. A new sense of bravery washed over Delilah and it made her feel unbreakable. Never again was she ever going to fall victim to Lawrence. If so, she was going to be the one to come out on top at the end of it all. Not him. The best part about it was that Isaac was going to be fighting along with her every step of the way. What more could she ever ask for?
"Delilah?" she heard Isaac say, "Hey, are you okay?"
With a huge grin slowly stretching across her face, Delilah turned around to see her boyfriend standing at the doorway.
"It worked," she laughed breathlessly, "Isaac, the bite worked!"
A smile broke out from Isaac when Delilah ran over to him and jumped into his arms. He caught her easily and she wrapped herself around him like a koala. They both laughed happily as they reveled in the good news.
Everything was going to be okay now. They were going to get through the hard times together. As long as they had each other, they were unstoppable.
And there you have it folks! Sorry if the ending fell short. I wasn't really sure how to end this chapter. But hey, Delilah's a werewolf now! I've been planning to write this chapter ever since the beginning so I hope you all were happy with how it turned out. This is the start of some even crazier times for Delisaac (I couldn't come up with a better ship name :P)! Anyway, PLEASE review and let me know what you think! Also, be sure to check out my other stories, especially Awake and Alive since I just updated it last week. I haven't gotten a lot of reviews on the last chapter yet so go show it some love if you want me to update faster!
I love you all and I'll be sure to update soon! xoxo, Maddie :)