Tick tock. Another minute the clock strikes.

"My son is very sorry for his delinquent-esque behavior. I will be sure to take care of this at home."

Isaac's dad told the cop. The cop nodded and shook hands with both Isaac and his father and left them alone. No chargers were being pressed and the cops were letting Isaac go with a slap on the wrist.

Another minute passes. His breathing becomes frantic.

"Just what in the hell were you thinking Isaac?!"

Isaac's dad scolded as they got into his car.

"Dad I-"

"We'll deal with this at home."

Isaac's palms got sweaty from his fathers quick dismissal. He knew what this meant. This wasn't his first time dealing with his father and his "We'll deal with this at home."

His breathing became erratic as his fists pounded and his legs flailed.

Isaac and his father rode in an awkward silence back to their home. The tension was thick and did nothing for Isaac's brewing anxiety.

They pulled into their house driveway and Isaac got out of the car. He slammed the car door shut and quickly made his way to the front door trying to escape from his dad as quickly and nonchalant as he could.

"Wait a minute, Isaac."

In that moment Isaac wanted to run. Run anywhere as long as he could escape his father. Despite the front he's put on his whole life, Isaac was a broken person and not at all confident.

Isaac's dad stood in front of the driver side door and waited for Isaac to turn around and face him. When he finally did he could see the fear in his son's face.

"Now you know better than to pull a stunt like that. That may go well with your mother, but NOT with me."

Isaac clenched his jaw and looked town at his dirty black converse sneakers avoiding eye contact.

Despite his fathers demands, Isaac refused to look up from his sneakers. Isaac was looking at his shoes when the impact of his dads fist slamming against his cheek startled him into falling backwards on his back.

"You will not embarrass me here. Do you hear me? Huh? DO YOU HEAR ME?"

Isaac's dad yelled and forced Isaac inside the house where the abuse continued. Isaac tried to block the hits but his attempts failed as his dad hit him from all sides.

Isaac was led down into the basement. His father always took it a step further than disciplining. He wanted Isaac to fear him. Not to look at him as a father, but a superior figure whom Isaac should fear.

"Get in."

Mr. Lahey nodded his head towards the basement freezer.

It only took those two words to put an immense amount of fear into Isaac.

"No, dad, please." Isaac pleaded. "I promise I won't m-misbehave again. I'll get good grades. I-I'll," Isaac felt like a stuttering insecure fool. He wasn't powerful and he could not stand up to his father, he was too afraid of the repercussions.

Isaac stopped pleading and listened. He walked towards the freezer; hesitantly and reluctantly, he got in.

The freezer was not plugged in, Isaac's father only wanted to torture him mentally and psychically, not kill him. Isaac said a silent prayer that there was an extent to his fathers inhumanity.

He lowered himself into the freezer and watched as his dad stood over him. Isaac recoiled into the side of the freezer in fear as his father stood over him, his hand on the lid.

"When will you learn?" His father asked.

The lid slammed shut and Isaac quickly started to panic. His limbs flailed out as he attacked the inside of the fridge. He pounded his fists, kicked, and screamed. But it was pointless, his father wouldn't let him out no matter how loud his screams got. A minute passes, then another. The minutes keep passing and Isaac keeps beating on the sides of the freezer. His heart feels like it is trying to beat out of his chest. Beads of sweat form behind Isaac's neck and on his hairline.

Isaac's breathing became more and more erratic and he knew he was having a panic attack. His eye sight became blurry and his body was now drenched with sweat.

"DAD! DAD, PLEASE." Isaac managed to scream in between sobbing.

Isaac didn't know how long it took. 10 minutes? An hour? But finally, darkness overcame him and he blacked out. His punches to the fridge got weaker as he slipped into a bittersweet unconsciousness.

Darkness.

Hello Hello Hellooooooooo. Okay so I have a few questions: 1) What did y'all think of the season finale last night? I personally wasn't too impressed with it. I felt like the last 2 episodes have been SO good and the finale was kind of eh. Didn't do anything. And the second question goes out to all the writers! I'm thinking about trying a different writing style. I'm thinking of doing it by the characters point of view? What do you think? I feel like I'm not going into the characters feelings enough but I'm focusing too much on the detail and not how the characters feel and I really need some guidance. So if you guys can offer it to me PLEASE do. You can PM me and I will happily take in your suggestions!

This chapter was hard for me to write but it made me think about Isaac's character and just how far he has grown. In last nights episode he was so courageous. Which in season 2 he was just an abused and broken teenager. I love the way they developed his character and Daniel for doing an excellent job portraying Isaac. So yep, that's all! Thank you all for reading, following, and reviewing. If you have any answers to my second question, please respond. :) Hope you enjoy this chapter! Goodnight/morning/evening xo.