If you could be a doll and leave a review if you like this. Otherwise, I'll think you hate me and then I'll ugly cry and that's just no good for anyone.
Again, trigger warning because Mike is a jerk.
Isaac stumbled as he ran into the abandoned subway station. He hoped Derek was there. He had no idea what to do. He could still hear his father's screams ringing in his ears, but he'd been unable to move. Something had paralyzed him. He laid there for hours, not knowing what had happened and then when he finally was able to move again…there was so much blood. The rain had washed some of it away, but there was still so much.
"Derek! Derek, I think my dad's dead," he called out once he saw the flash of red eyes.
"What did you do?" Derek asked.
"That's the thing," Isaac said. "It wasn't me."
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"Do you know Isaac Lahey?" Kat's father mentioned casually over breakfast.
Kat was exasperated. Isaac just kept popping up in her life. "Yeah, I do. Why?"
"His father died last night. Murder. It's shame. You know he coached your brother the year the swim team went to state."
"Is Isaac OK?" Kat asked.
Her dad shrugged. "I don't know." He put on his jacket, his badge glinting as it caught the light.
Once her dad was gone, Kat sighed and started to clean up the dishes from breakfast. She glanced up the stairs, wondering if her mom was going to come down or not. Her dad worked too often to notice, but Kat knew that her mom had stopped taking her medicine and things were only getting worse. She made sure to leave out some easy foods that her mom wouldn't have to cook, just in case she left her room.
Kat hoped to see Isaac in the hallway before classes started. She wanted to be sure he was doing alright because she wasn't sure anyone else was going to. From what she knew, he didn't have any family. She couldn't imagine the pain he was in knowing his dad was dead. She was disappointed when the bell rang and she hadn't seen him, but of course he probably hadn't come to school. She knew she wouldn't if she lost one of her parents.
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Isaac moved through school in a dreamlike state. He hadn't really had a chance to grieve his dad. He knew Derek wouldn't be sympathetic at all. Coming to school may have been a mistake, but he really wasn't sure what else to do.
During gym class, the lacrosse team was on the field. It was his first practice since the change and Isaac was kind of excited to see what kind of new skills he had. They lined up and were running drills. Scott was causing the coach all kinds of problems by not staying in the goal and it seemed funny at first until it was Isaac's turn and he realized what Scott was doing.
Isaac ran forward anyway and collided with the other teen. Their eyes both flashed and Isaac knew Scott had figured him out. "Don't tell," Isaac pleaded softly. He saw the police on the field and knew they'd come for him, just like Derek had warned. "Please, don't tell."
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All anyone was talking about in the cafeteria was the fact that Isaac had been arrested. Kat felt so bad for him and she wondered if her dad would pull some strings and let her in to see him. Rumors were flying. Some said Isaac had gone after his dad with an ax; others were saying it was a gun. They were all talking like he was a murderer and Kat knew that just wasn't true.
Mike sat down next to Kat. "So your fuck buddy got arrested," he said coldly.
"Nothing was happening between us," Kat argued weakly.
"I can't believe you were screwing a murderer when you won't even give it up to me," Mike replied as if she hadn't said anything.
"Mike, please stop," Kat begged.
He grabbed her thigh hard under the table. "Why did you cheat on me?"
"I swear I didn't. I wouldn't do that to you." She squirmed a bit under his grip.
He let go, almost as if he was surprised he'd been holding on to her so tightly. She was shaking and sweating, afraid of what he'd do next. She flinched as he reached of her face, but this time it wasn't to hurt her. He pulled her into a brief kiss. "You know I just worry about you," he said softly into her ear. "I knew that Lahey was no good. You just don't understand. I love you so much."
"I love you too," Kat replied automatically because she was scared of what would happen if she didn't say it.
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Isaac hated being in the cell. It reminded him too much of the freezer he'd spent so much time locked in. As night approached, he grew more restless. The full moon already had him on edge and feeling like a rat in a cage was the last thing he needed. Derek had warned him that he might hurt someone or even kill them, but he'd been so sure that he wouldn't do that. Now, his confidence was gone. He could feel rage building up inside him.
He looked out his tiny window, feeling strength building up inside him. Soon, he would rip the door away and then he'd destroy anything with a beating heart. His eyes flickered golden as he thought about how satisfying it would be to feel the blood on his teeth as he ripped someone's throat out.
He felt himself changing for the first time and he was almost drunk with power. It felt amazing. He ripped the door away like it was made of paper. There was a deputy approaching him and he smelled like blood. The man lunged at him with a syringe but Isaac easily crushed the man's wrist, causing him to drop the syringe with a yelp. Isaac slammed his attacker's head against the wall and watched as the man dropped.
Another heartbeat caught his attention. Somewhere deep down, Isaac recognized the second person as Stiles from school. He didn't really want to hurt Stiles, but everything inside of him screamed to claw at the skinny teenager's neck until blood dripped from his hands.
There was a crunch as Derek entered the room and an authoritative growl brought Isaac back to his senses. He backed away, cowering against the wall. He couldn't believe what he'd become. He'd almost attacked Stiles, the class clown. Stiles hadn't done anything to him and yet Isaac had actually liked imagining him dead. This was so much more than he'd anticipated.
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Kat dropped the bouquet of roses in the trashcan as soon as she inside the house. She knew it was mean-spirited, but she just didn't care. Mike had taken her on a date and he'd done everything right. He'd brought her flowers and held doors open for her. He'd called her beautiful and said he loved her and he was sorry, but she knew it wasn't going to last. She was so sick of it. It was like she was dealing with a ticking time bomb. She never knew when he would go off or what would cause it.
Her dad wasn't home yet and the food she'd left for her mom was untouched so she could already tell what kind of night it was going to be. She went up to her room, fighting off frustrated tears. "What's wrong with me?" she asked out loud to no one.
She collapsed face down on her bed and laid there for the longest time until finally she got tired of breathing stale air. Kat drew on what felt like her last reserves of strength. She got up and showered; glad that she had her own bathroom connected to her bedroom so she didn't have to risk talking to her parents.
Kat let herself cry once she was in the shower. It was better than keeping it all bottled up. Slowly, she started to feel better. It was as if the nearly scalding hot water washed away some of the tension of the day. As she dried off, she examined her body in the mirror. The bruises on her arms were almost faded, but there was a new one forming on her leg. One day, she told herself. One day she'd find a way to stop this.
Kat put on her favorite nightgown and she wandered to her bedroom. She turned on her radio before she sat on the edge of the bed with her back to the window to brush her hair. The repetitive motion and the music soothed her and she knew she'd make it through one more day.
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Isaac knew it was risky to be sitting on the roof of the garage outside Kat's house. The moon was still full and he was still dangerous. Derek had ordered him to go back to the abandoned subway car and go to sleep, but Isaac had taken a detour. He felt almost like himself again and he was going to do what Derek said, he just wanted to see Kat first.
The light in her room was the only one in the house that was on. He couldn't see her, but he could hear the rushing water of the shower. When she stepped into his sight, his eyes flashed but not from rage. It was desire. She was in her pajamas, brushing her hair and singing along to some song he didn't know.
He wanted to let her know he was there. He wanted to tell her she was beautiful and that he cared. The wolf side of him definitely agreed, but luckily rationality seeped in. Her dad was a deputy sheriff and for all he knew she'd been told that Isaac was a murderer. Kat's opinion was all that mattered to him. Everyone else in town could think he was a murderer and he wouldn't care, but he didn't think he could take it if she thought that too. Especially not tonight, with the full moon.
Isaac stayed outside her window until the light in her room flickered off. He could hear her breathing slow down as she drifted off to sleep. He jumped to the ground and left. Isaac tried not to feel like he was leaving her behind, but honestly he didn't know. He was a fugitive. He didn't know if he'd ever be able to talk to her again. He just hoped that someone else would notice the marks on her arm. He hoped that someone else would protect her. It was killing Isaac that he wouldn't be the one to do it, but everything was different now. He didn't know what the future was going to bring. All he knew was that he was alone now and he hoped that Derek turned out to be someone he could trust.