Authors Note: Well here is your next chapter once again I know I am the worst for updating, and everything had been really fucked up these past few weeks, been really stressed with school, family and just life, but hopefully if you are still reading then you think its worth the wait! This chapter is kind of a filler but also just like and introduction into the main bulk of the story, I know it had been a really slow build, I had never intended on it taking me fourteen chapters to actually get into the story but hey-ho, I just go where the words take me. Love you all, please review because it really helps me out, and it does make me really happy.
Chapter 14.
The calm before the storm.
It had been two weeks since Melissa McCall had discovered that her son was in a relationship with Isaac. Or whatever it was. She wasn't sure if they even knew what was going on between them. She had suspected for some time that something was going on in her sons' life. He had been acting so oddly, and suspicious all the time. It was unnerving for a mother, especially considering she was hardly ever home.
She knew Isaac well, she has suspected from the very first time he had been brought to her in the hospital for broken bones, bruising, burning and on two occasions having been 'found' unconscious by his father when he had arrived home. She has always had her suspicions that his father was abusive. She knew the signs well enough having personally suffered under the hand of Scott's father for many years. She had cornered him at one of his visits to the hospital. This was an especially bad case; he had had two broken ribs, a broken wrist and arm. His knee and opposite ankle were both also fractured, the breaks had appeared to be the types of injuries you would sustain trying to escape captivity from a small space. She still shudders at the thoughts of what his father must have done, what this young innocent boy, the same age has her own son, had been put thought by his own kin. She had gone in alone, when she had seen his father leaving to take a call. She found him quivering in fear staring at the seat his father had previously occupied. Tat was when she knew for certain. The fear, the loathing and the guilt in the boys' eyes and expression would forever haunt her. There was no mistaking what they meant either.
It had taken minuets of her sitting holding his hand for the boy to calm down. The second she had walked through the door, and caught his eyes he broke, he broke there and then. She was at his side in seconds, she held him, whispered soothing words in his ears as he cried helplessly into her shoulder. Once calmed she had told him it was over, she was going to call the services immediately. At this the boy had once again become frantic panicking, begging her not to. She understood. She understood his fear; she understood his hatred but his guilt. She knew. She knew that he hated his father more than anything, but the man was still his father. He loved the man unconditionally, as she had loved her husband, up until he had dares raise his hand to Scott. Against her better judgment she had agreed not to tell. Not to call the services. Isaac had been fourteen at the time, and without cause or evidence she had no legal right to call, as he was a minor and she didn't actually have any physical proof, he hadn't actually admitted it to her, it was just her instincts.
Sitting in her living room, with the TV on but being neglected as she sat deep in thought. She remembered. She relived ever moment she had spent with him. She knew he would be good for her son. Scott was kind, passionate and caring. He could be an idiot sometimes, he was forgetful and immature, but he was loving. She knew Isaacs's father had just passed, and that Isaac wouldn't know what to do with himself, he needed Scott. And Scott, being the kind soul that he was would be there for him. After the initial shock, she had accepted it, embraced it even. Isaac had been round at least three times a week if not more for dinner, she had gotten to know him out with his fathers' abuse. She got to know the boy beneath the bruises. They were a perfect match in her eyes. As got to know Isaac, and silently watched them together she could see it, how they just worked. She would almost go as far to say they were like soul mates. She had no idea how right she was at this thought.
For Scott, school had been the worst part. His mom had been ridiculously understanding and supportive, stiles really didn't care, he seemed to shrug it off and things were gradually getting better between them, Allison had been true to her word and they had had what she liked to call 'gbf nights', the pack was overjoyed, they loved the two of them together, Erica cooed over them like they ere puppies, it was quite embarrassing. But school. God how Scott hated people. The looks, the way people had stared at them, some with confusion, some utter disbelief, and then some; with pure disgust or hatred. It infuriated him. They had made the decision to walk into the school with their heads held high, hands clasped together, standing proud. Proud of each other, proud of themselves, proud of whom they were. They had had so much confidence entering the school, but that first look of disgust, it had torn Scott apart inside. Isaac had just he'd his hand tighter and smile encouragingly at him, his eyes telling him to stay calm, and just smile, they had the pack, they didn't need anyone else, and people who were going to judge them, they were not worth it in the first place. Scott had calmed immediately, the second their eyes had met.
The first day was definitely the worst. In English, where he still sat with Allison she had hugged him supportively, and people had been shocked, confused about them remaining friends, no one understood. But how could they. He and Isaac were mates there was no way for them to even begin to understand what that meant to them. They had laughed and chatted the way through the lesson, they were working in pairs and were together; even though they were laughing they both saw it, the looks people kept giving them. No one actually said anything, except this one boy, Scott didn't even know the guys name. He had come right up to him and Isaac after they kissed, just softly, outside Scott's class as Isaac moved to go to his free period, and whispered in Scott's ear 'faggot'. Of course all the wolves in ear shot had heard, Erica, Boyd and Isaac. Scott had turned slowly, keeping his wolf in control, but still seething and punched the boy straight in the face. 'You are a disgrace, this is who I am, Isaac is my boyfriend, and I am gay. And I couldn't be fucking happier. And I do not need people like you, coming up to me and insulting me for the person I am. You are disgusting.' After his outburst Scott had turned into his class without even looking at Isaac Erica or Boyd. He could feel them; smell them, sympathy coursing off Erica and Boyd, but pure love and pride from Isaac. It made his eyes water. He finally had a pack. He finally belonged. It was perfect.
After that it got easier. People got used to seeing the together, and eventually stopped noticing them all together. The pack – including Stiles, Danny, Allison, Matt, Lydia and surprisingly enough Jackson all sat together at lunch, sharing one table. At first Scott had told Jackson to fuck off, but the blond and just turned apologised to Isaac, gave his condolences about the boys fathers death, even though he knew what his father had been, and stayed sitting. Isaac had stared in shock for over a minuet before thanking him. After that things became relatively normal. Danny was the most supportive outside of the pack though, he had cornered them on the second day and told them if they needed anything, advice on how to deal, a friend to just talk to or anything at all he was there. He knew what they were going through and was also so happy for them because he could see; everyone could see how happy they made each other, how perfect they were for each other. Right there, right then, nothing could have been going better. But none of them could have predicted what was coming next. They were all too busy basking in the normality of their lives, none of them could have seen, noticed that this, the calm, was the calm before the storm.