Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. He had healed in front of his dad. He knew he could control the healing, but he just didn't know how. Derek was going to kill him. If his dad didn't. He was gone, like a flash, after he had seen the horror in his dad's eyes and had realised what had happened he had fled, grabbing his bike from the shed and was just gone. He knew his dad would get over his shock and just be pure fury, he wouldn't even know why, all he knew is his dad would find some way to punish him or be angry at him for what he had done, he would move from being just a disappointment to being a freak in his father's eyes, he also knew his dad would punish him extra hard because he had run away, he would get called a coward.
Sometimes Isaac thinks that is the worst part, that the physical abuse he could deal with, you could take the beatings, it was the verbal abuse he hated more than anything; the way his dad blamed him for not being good enough, for not being his brother, the way he looked at him, and saw his mother, the woman he let slip through his fingers and blames Isaac for it. He honestly believes that if someone says something to you enough times over you can start to believe it, and he had, it was when he was ten years old, ten, after a particularly bad beating which had ended in Isaac being tossed in the freezer in the basement which he was used to, that he had realised everything his dad said was true. It had been a while since he had stopped struggling once in the freezer because he knew there was nothing he could do. He had settled down with his thoughts letting himself just cry the time away, when the tears had stopped falling and he had just stared unblinking as the memories flashed before his eyes, all the times he had thrown tantrums because he missed him mommy, all the times he had cried at night because his brother was gone. It was him. He was a terrible son, a disappointment. No one cared about him; he didn't deserve to be cared about. He knew it was true now.
But now. It's different. He has people who care about him and will look out for him. Scott, who after everything he knows cares about him, because that day in the woods, he could tell Scott, was being honest. He knew that Scott knew they could never be friends, but Scott wanted it and didn't want to be more. It made no sense to him, or maybe it did. Who cares anymore? Derek, who is forced by instinct to care about him, and Erica, who by default is like a sister to him now, and she has personally taken it upon herself to defend him at every corner and to make him 'cool'.
He was snapped out of his thoughts when he saw car headlights in the small mirror he had attached to the handle bars of his bike, he knew it in his gut that it was his dad, how predictable, he had headed subconsciously to the grave yard. Of course his dad would know he was going there, even if he hadn't known himself his dad would know. He turns the corner at rapid speed but doesn't go straight he turns down the alleyway, he knows it leads to a dead end but it's better than nothing so he takes the chance that his dad will think he has gone straight.
When he sees the car passing the ally way he calms just a little, his heart is still beating erratically but now he can think straight he knows it won't be long before his dad realises he had lost him and he comes to cheek the alleyway, but he can't go home, and he can't stay where he is, unless, he sees a very dark corner and thinks that if he put up his hood and sunk as deep in the corner as he could that he wouldn't be seen. He doesn't have long to decide he can see the faint glow of headlights approaching from the other direction now, once again his gut twists and he knows it is his dad. He hides. Praying he won't be seen or found.
His dad pulls up just outside the alleyway, he hears but does not see a car door open and slam with such force seconds after. He can hear his father's rages breathing and his pounding heart. He is not just angry, he is furious. Isaac prays harder than he had before that he will not be found.
'Isaac. Boy. Where are you?!' his father shouts, 'I know you here somewhere boy, come on out I won't hurt you.' without even seeing his face he knows his father is sneering. The words send a piecing of cold through his heart, his mind subconsciously flashes back to the first time his father had hit him.
His mother had just left, his brother was at practice for some sport or another he couldn't quite remember exactly now, all he knows his that his father had shouted at him, like he had never shouted before, and Isaac had ran and hid under behind the couch and the wall where his father wouldn't be able to get him,
'Come on Isaac,' he had said kindly, 'I'm sorry that I got angry, I didn't mean to frighten you,' he had sounded almost desperate now, little did Isaac know it wasn't desperation in his voice, but pure evil, that had allowed him to manipulate his own son into trusting him, 'I promise I won't hurt you son.'
Isaac had trusted him and had crawled from his sanctuary behind the couch, 'I'm sorry mommy left daddy.'
'Don't you talk about her, don't you dare!' his father had bellowed at him, once again rage flaring to the surface, Isaac had tried to run for it, to get back behind the couch, but he was too late his father had grabbed him by he back of the collar, dragged him into the middle of the room, spun him so he could look directly into his eyes and had struck him, once and hard across the face, before turning and just walking out the house.
The voice was angrier now. 'Isaac get the fuck out of wherever your hiding.' The voice was getting not just louder and angrier, it was getting closer, Isaac heart began to race involuntarily, and it became harder to breathe. He was sure his father was going to find him. Closing his eyes and sinking even deeper into the corner, pulling him into an even tighter ball he waited.
Isaac's head snapped up, once again on full alert as he heard a low soft hissing noise the he was sure was coming from directly above him. He knew his father had heard it too, because his already rapidly beating heart was going impossibly faster. He looked up and could see the panicked look in his father's face. His heart bled, for the man who, had all these years, abused him, he couldn't help but feeling sorry for him, he wanted to protect him, because even though his instincts screamed, run hide, when ever his father was around, he was still family. And family was something even instincts couldn't override, in the short time he had known Derek he had thought him that. The hissing was growing louder in his ears, getting closer, his father's eyes had snapped upwards, to the area right above Isaacs head. Isaac involuntarily mirrored the action. What he saw, shocked him, terrified him, even thought al he saw was a large, scaled tail, once again his instincts screamed at him once again to turn and run but he had nowhere to, his father was out in front of him, and this thing with the tail above him, he resigned to shifting form, still huddled n the corner, but ready poised to get out of there as fast as he fucking could. The terror he imagined was settled on his own face was mirrored on his fathers.
He didn't see but heard the swoosh the creature made as it leapt down from above Isaac landing directly in front of his father, his father clearly running on pure instinct, turned and sprinted back to his car, his son forgotten. He didn't see but he heard the door of his father's car slamming before being ripped clean and clears of its hinges. He didn't see but hear his father being torn to shreds.
It disgusted him, that, after everything, even though his father was family, the second he heard his heart stop beating, under the loss, the pain and the panic he felt riddle through his body, he felt relief. Relief spreading through his body like a drug, it was there and gone in flash before being replaced with an overwhelming sense of guilt.
Isaac doesn't know how long he sat there, how long he stayed frozen curled in a ball before his smelt a familiar sent, before two strong hands gripped his upper arms, pulling him and into a strong embrace.
'Scott' he mumbled quietly, so quiet a human wouldn't have heard it.
'Shh, Isaac its okay, it's okay, let's get you out of here.'
'Scott, go, I don't need you.' Isaac spits, he is lying, and Scott knows he is lying,
'Even if you don't want me I will always protect you Isaac.'