A/N.
The flash back will continue in this chapter. Updates to my stories might come slow while I look for a beta. I hope you all understand.
You can hate me all you want, but the heartbreaking end is here. Major character death and suicide.
I'm deeply sorry for the abrupt ending and lack of quality, See finish A/N.
Thank you to Jaylene Olebar for the review.
Chapter eleven.
Alone we raise from the ashes.
Some goodbyes last for only a short amount
of time while others last for eternity, never to
be seen or said again, just an empty shell of what
once used to be.
I have loved and lost that love.
Isaac POV.
He didn't know what to expect, but the sight in front of him, was not.
He had heard cries and sobs from upstairs and had immediately walked up to Scott's room, the scent of fear, shame and quilt hand heavy in the air.
The cries intensified when he slowly opened the door and he froze.
The older teen was bound to the bed and even without scenting the air in the room; he knew what he was covered in too. The sheets were rumbled and he knew he had a look of horror on his face.
"Scott," he whispered and the teen looked so scared at him before he went lax.
"Shit," he whispered and ran to the older wolfs side and began to untie him, dropping the ropes to the ground, he went off to find a towel to dry the cum off Scott's body.
He steeled himself as he continued with the task of cleaning his pack mate. He didn't know who he could contact; he just knew that he alone, wouldn't be enough for when Scott woke up again.
Tears began to roll down his cheeks as he looked Scott over; he was covered in bruises and cuts, small as well as big, all of them now more visible to the eyes, now that the dirt and cum was gone from his body.
He sighed and reached up to softly stroke Scott's cheek, dried tearstains covered them, and he cursed the scent of a person he would soon come to hate.
He jerked away from Scott when he heard his phone go off. He looked briefly at the caller ID, before deciding that talking with his Alpha would just have to wait, Scott was more important and he was sure that at some point in the future, Derek would understand.
He snarled in the back of his throat and had to turn his back to Scott and take deep breath. This was too much. How hadn't they seen it? He swallowed a lump in his throat and wiped his tears away, even when they were immediately replaced, before returning his attention to Scott who had started to move around, the beta could see his eyelids flutter as he began to wake up again.
He didn't know if he should make some distance from Scott and himself but thinking back to his own abuse, he decided to stay just outside of Scott's claws.
There was a soft grunt and then the older beta's eyes snapped open and Isaac could see the fear in them. His heart arched for Scott.
"What?" he asked confused and Isaac could see his eyes dart around the room, taking in the roped that still was on the floor. His nose twisted as he scented the air and his entire body went rigid and he stammered at he tried to reply the younger wolf in the room.
"I-I-I d-didn't do an-nythiing," he stuttered and Isaac would have thought it adorable if it had been said in another situation, but it wasn't.
He carefully stepped forward laid a hand on Scott's knee, sighing sadly when Scott flinched away from the touch and curled into a fatal position where he couldn't reach him without moving.
"I'm not going to hurt you Scott," he said as calm as he possible could and moved to sit a little closer to the hysterical sobbing mess that was Scott.
"Who did this?" he asked and hoped with equal measure that Scott would and wouldn't answer him.
Scott whimpered and the scent of fear and shame filled the air around them again, making the younger werewolf heart clench in sympathy as turn his head away from Scott.
He nodded to himself when he wasn't answered and looked down at his hands, releasing a heavy sigh before he turned back to look at Scott again.
He swallowed thickly and squeezed his eyes shut when he felt a tear roll down his cheek and tried to breathe deeply but when he let the air back out again, it came out like a sob.
It had been hours since Derek had left the lair, leaving behind the scent of anger and grief.
There had been no sounds coming from Scott inside the train, not even the constant whimper like he had gotten so used to and his eyes darted to the bent door before he pushed himself standing by the help of the wall and walked inside the train.
The older teen was still covered by the blanket that Derek had laid over him, lines of pain was visible in the wolf's face along with long dried tears on his cheek.
He got on his knees beside him, his right hand hovering over Scott's shoulder like he wanted to touch him, but wasn't sure if it would be a good or bad idea. The choice was taken from his when Scott's eyes suddenly opened and the teen's eyes widened before he made a barely there whimper and crawled/scooted away from Isaac and up against the wall, cutting himself off from escaping.
Isaac didn't move as he took deep breaths and got down on his knees. He could see the tight mask of pain that Scott was wearing and he didn't want the older teen to move more than he already had, not when their Alpha wasn't here to offer them comfort.
"Scott," he said slowly, "Please calm down, he can't hurt you here, trust us on that." He sighed and risked moving a little closer to Scott before he continued.
"Peter's dead and he's staying dead. Derek is out letting some steam off. We…we found the pictures he took of you," he whispered and couldn't stop himself from looking away, not meeting the older teen's eyes.
When no sound was made, he dared to look up. Scott's eyes were big and unshed tears made them shine more than they should be allowed to, he looked like a puppy. A puppy that had been beaten and thrown away like a used toy, only to be picked up again and getting the same treatment.
A broken pup.
The moment was over when Scott looked down and sighed, "In another life we could have been lovers," was all he said before Isaac caught sight of an empty viral and he looked horrified at Scott.
"It's okay Isaac; everything's going to be okay."
It was all he got before his heartbeat was the only in the room, Scott slumped against the wall, his eyes still open. He must have woken up before Isaac got into the train.
He stumbled back on his legs, silent tears running down his cheeks and a hollow feeling had taken over where his heart used to be, where Scott used to be.
He moved closer to the still body of his once pack mate. He softly stroked Scott's cheek, it was still hot.
He shook his head, this wasn't supposed to happen. Derek and Scott was supposed to live together for the rest of their lives, they had both gotten their head out of their ass and… his thoughts trailed off and he squeezed his eyes shut against the tears that was still running.
His breath hitched but he couldn't bring himself to move away from Scott. Carefully he laid the teen back on the floor, arranging his arms so they laid over his chest, his head on the pillow.
If he didn't know any better, he could bring himself to believe that Scott was simply sleeping.
He took the quilt, folded it out and covered Scott's entire body with it, sealing the last time he saw the older wolf smile, in his memory.
He stood like that until he heard steps close in on him and without looking, he knew that his Alpha had come home; he had come home too late.
Strong arms wrapped around his chest and turned him around so his nose was pressed against Derek's neck.
He could hear and smell how effected the older man was, his scent sour and pained, his heart hammering so fast that Isaac feared that it would jump out of his chest.
"Sorry," he whispered and turned his head to hide in his Alpha's shoulder, trying to hide from the truth, the truth that one of his only friends had just killed themselves, again.
"Not your fault," his Alpha replied.
Derek POV.
He slowly backed out of the train, trying to keep his emotions at bay. At least until Isaac had fallen asleep.
He didn't even try to wipe away his tears, because that would mean letting go of Isaac, and he couldn't get himself to that quite yet.
He slid down against a wall, Isaac still in his arms, the teen had finally stopped shaking but the scent of tears was still fresh in the air, he couldn't tell if they belonged to him or the teen. He breathed a sigh in relief when Isaac finally fell asleep in his arms, tears silently falling down his cheeks. He had thought that Scott would survive, that he had been strong enough.
He had seen the empty viral loosely in his mate's hand, the faint scent of wolf bane only because he was an Alpha.
He let go of his beta, watching as the younger teen, whimpered and curled into fatal position but there was nothing he could do, not when the pain was overwhelming him, sending his mind reeling cause his mate was dead, gone to never return again.
He dreaded the sight that would greet him in the train but he continued with firm and heavy steps, only stopping to fall to his knees in front of his mate. Scott's injuries hidden underneath the blanket. It did not hide the scent of blood and pain that the teen had been feeling, it didn't hide anything.
The Alpha's breath hitched and moved to pick up Scott's body in his arms. He finally gave in and let the sobs wreck his body, letting pleads fall for deaf ears, whispering words of love and adoration, all while clutching the still body of his Scott, his mate, closer to his body and he refused to let go, he wasn't letting go, it was all his fault.
A gut wrenching mix of a scream and howlcould be heard from him, nothing but pained, a wolf howling for its mate.
Five years later.
Derek POV.
He crunched in front of the head stone, his face betraying his grief and pain as he laid a single red rose on the grave, fingers gazing the ground before he turned around to look at Isaac.
The beta had recovered, they had both realized that the events that had found place that night could not have been stopped, Scott had had planned it, he was the only one that could have stopped it and he hadn't.
Isaac gave him a brief smile and turned his back to them so he could get some peace with Scott.
"I forgive you," he started.
"I may be the one to blame for pushing you and I may not. The thing is… we could never have gotten were we both wanted, too much past between us, too much anger and mistrust." He swallowed and squeezed his eyes together.
"But it doesn't make it any less real."
He pressed a kiss to the rose and laid it down again. It was the first and last time he would come here, he would join Scott when his time came but not sooner.
Scott POV.
A red river of screams
Underneath
Tears in my eyes
Underneath
Stars in my black and blue sky
Underneath
Under my skin
Underneath the depths of my sin
Look at me
Now do you see?
A/N.
I'm sorry. I had to end it here or risk ruining the story. It's very possible that I will go back and edit the whole series so everything fit together but not right now.
I want to thank every single person that reviewed on Did you hear me scream and this one, Stay wide awake. I love and adore you all.
Credit where it's due. Jaylene Olebar, you are simply amazing and I couldn't have finished writing this without you, so thank you and sorry for the end.
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