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Chapter 11: Broken

Have you ever had that feeling that maybe your body is psychic? You just lay there in your bed with the feeling you don't want to go. Something in your gut saying "don't leave this warm, comfy spot because today is going to be shit."

I had that feeling as I stared up at my bedroom ceiling. My blankets covered me in a warm glow that I didn't want to end. I was sprawled out, taking up the whole space of my mattress. Heaven couldn't be more simple.

"Charlie! Get your ass out of bed or I'm making you walk to school." Sadly, Stiles had broken my dream-like state and forced me to get up and look presentable. Damn it.

I knew what was getting me down. The dream I had had last night. It was flash backs of all the abuse I'd gotten from my father. Ever since I'd seen his face in the flesh, memories flooded back into my nightmares. That wasn't the worst part. I saw visions of my dad hitting me and then all of a sudden they flickered and turned into Isaac. He was smirking and laughing. It was all kinds of awful.

Then I thought back to when Isaac was at the motel at the track meet. He was panicking and thinking his dad had locked him in a freezer again. Even in my own panic, I knew where he was. I realized something that I didn't want to realize.

"Hey, beautiful," Isaac's voice broke my thoughts.

Turning around to face him, I smiled as best I could. "Hey," I said as he pecked my cheek. We continued on to class as a heavy feeling formed in my gut.

The more pressing matter of possible human sacrifices made its way back into my head as Stiles kept me up to date on what was happening as he told me to get in his jeep as we were ditching school again.

"So where are we going again?" I asked him.

"To Deaton's," Stiles said. "He's been taken..."

"Right," I nodded. "There's like a pattern, right? First the three virgins, next the warriors or whatever, then...?"

"Three healers," Stiles finished. "First the in-house doctor at the hospital last night, then the on-call doctor, and now Deaton."

"Okay," I nodded. "What's next?"

"We don't know, that's the problem," Stiles explained. "It could be anything from philosophers to protectors to freakin' cat ladies I don't know."

We pulled into the animal clinic parking lot. Stiles and I walked in the front door to see Dave talking to his deputy and Scott. "My two favorite people or should I say trouble makers," Dave said in a disapproving voice.

"I warned you about Deaton," Stiles whined.

"I don't like you two being involved, you know that," Dave said. "You too, Scott."

Scott held up his hands in a silent defense.

"Alright," Dave said, putting on his sheriff voice. "We're going to do everything we can but right now the best thing you three can do is go back to school."

Scott shot a look at Stiles and I that said "we need to talk" and nodded his head towards the cat room. We both followed him inside. Scott turned and said, "We need to tell him."

"You mean like tell him tell him?" I rose my eyebrows.

"Or tell him something else that isn't telling him what I think you wanna tell him?" Stiles said.

I squinted my eyes, trying to figure out what the hell kinda language that boy just uttered.

"You know what I mean," Scott said, simple enough.

"You remember how your mom reacted?" Stiles asked. "She wouldn't look you in the eye for like a week."

"And she got over it," Scott reasoned. "Besides, it actually made us closer."

"I don't know, dude," Stiles shook his head. "I mean look at him he's completely overwhelmed as it is."

"He's overwhelmed because he has no idea what's actually going on in this town that he's trying to protect," Scott said. "It's not his fault he doesn't know what's happening. He's gonna find out sooner or later."

"What about me?" I asked. "He's gonna look at me like I'm some kind of circus freak if we tell him everything. Plus what about my mom? She knows everything. Is he even gonna trust me after that?"

"Look," Stiles said. "I get that Deaton was like a father to you but this is my actual father. I can't... I can't lose both of my parents... Not both of them..."

"You guys are right," Scott said.

I nodded in agreement.

"No," Stiles said. "No we're not."

I shook my head in disagreement.

Stiles looked at me. "We've gotta tell him, Charlie." He sighed, biting his lip.

I realized that maybe he was right and this was Dave. He was going to love me and my mom no matter what. I nodded at Stiles, grabbing his hand and squeezing it. "We'll tell him together."

Just as we were about to go up to Dave, a woman named Ms. Morrell that I recognized as the guidance counselor from our school was there. "Please, whatever you need, whatever you can do to help find my brother."

I was confused. Deaton had a sister? News to me. Stiles shot me a look and mouthed the word "brother" with a questioning look on his face. I shrugged.

As soon as Dave got his foot out the door, Ms. Morrell walked over to us three with a grim look on her face. "Listen closely. No sheriff, deputy, or detective is going to be able to find him."

"You don't have to ask us for help," Scott said.

"Actually," Ms. Morrell had that same omniscient look that Deaton had. "I'm trying to help you. Because if you're going to find my brother, then you're going to need the one person who might actually have the ability to seek out the supernatural."

I looked at Stiles. "You thinking who I'm thinking?"

Stiles sighed and looked at Scott. "Lydia."

Surprisingly enough, I didn't help the boys at all. They didn't seem like they needed it. Stiles had Cora and they were trying to see if Lydia could actually find Deaton. I had no idea what Scott was doing but I never saw him during the fire drill.

Isaac wasn't at school neither was Boyd. Isaac was a touchy subject with me right then. I loved him. I did. I kept having nightmares about him leaving or abusing me which in itself is ridiculous because Isaac wouldn't do that. Then thinking about the past week, Isaac and I always seem to save each other. Us together is just a bad combination. We attract negative attention, like people who wanna kill us attention, to each other.

Later that night, while Scott and Stiles were running around and trying to find Deaton, I was walking to Derek's loft in the freezing cold.

That's where Isaac would be. I felt it. I couldn't help thinking to myself was I really going to do this? We'd become such good friends and then we fell in love. We were dating and everything was perfect.

No. I had to remember. Isaac and I were dangers to each other. My psycho abusive father was probably going to try and kill him to get back at me. Isaac and I were both messes because we'd been abused. We were always saving each other. That couldn't be a healthy relationship.

"Hello, sweetheart," A gruff voice interrupted my thoughts.

I whirled around to see my father and another woman with freaky feet. She must've been a werewolf.

"Just leave me alone," I said. "You remember what I can do, don't you?"

"But see, sweetie," Freaky Feet said. "There's two of us and one little fairy. Deaucalion is interested in you so we can't hurt you but we can still use you as bait."

Next thing I knew I was getting my ass handed to me. My father, Mark, was carrying me up the stairs to Derek's loft of all places. This was just great. The woman, whose named I learned was Kali, broke open the door.

"Charlie?" Isaac's voice was the first thing I heard. I kicked against my dad but with no use. "Let her go."

"You must be here boyfriend," Mark said in a mocking voice. "I don't think we've been properly introduced, I'm her father."

I bit his hand and he groaned in pain but didn't release me. "You're gonna pay for that, you little bitch."

Kali then went into her baddie speech about her revenge for the death of Ennis, the big werewolf who tried to kill Isaac in the hospital. "Then I remembered how you surround yourself with these teenagers, hiding behind them. Then I thought what's a girl gotta do to get you alone?" She looked back and right one cue the twins brought Ms. Blake out. "You and me Derek or they rip her apart."

"Great," I said. "You guys got two hostages!"

"Shut up," Mark whispered in my ear.

Then an epic werewolf fight broke out. Kali had her freaky feet and kept hitting Derek in the face. He was losing hope. Ms. Blake kept screaming like a ninny and I was about to tell her to shut up. Isaac tried to run to us but Derek told him to wait.

Then he got a text and ran for us. The electricity sparked and got Boyd. Mark and the twins let go of me and Ms. Blake. Isaac grabbed me and held me. I held Ms. Blake's hand, gazing upon the scene.

Kali had just forced Derek to stab Boyd with his claws. She, Mark, and the twins had all left. Derek was near crying, trying to consol Boyd. Derek was freaking out and Boyd was rather calm, saying, "It's okay."

Tears started to form in my eyes. I didn't turn to Isaac for comfort. I didn't want any part of Isaac at the moment. I was still trying to convince myself to be strong. Stiles, Cora, and Lydia all ran in.

I stood up and walked to Derek. Watching him act like this was killing me. I kneeled next to him and took his bloody hands in mine. I kissed his cheek and laid my head on his shoulder.

The car ride with Isaac was absolutely silent. I hugged my knees, staring out the window. It was partly because Boyd, our friend, was now dead and he died right in front of us. Then there was the fact that I was about to break-up with Isaac.

Stiles had beat us home as his jeep was in the driveway. Isaac parked and said, "I'll walk you up." I unbuckled and walked to my front door with Isaac trailing behind. We stood facing each other.

He leaned in for a kiss but I turned.

"What?" He looked me up and down.

"I..." I gulped. "I have to talk to you..."

"Okay?" He looked confused.

I started to cry. "I can't... I can't be with you anymore, Isaac..."

Isaac's face fell. He gave me the puppy look and I was slowly crumbling. "What? Why?"

I bit my lip, "It's not you, Isaac, it's... it's really me."

"Really?" Isaac asked, a little pissed. "You pull that one on me. What's wrong, Charlie?"

"We aren't a good match, Isaac," I said. "We're both fucked up. We're always saving each other. We attract bad attention for each other. Like at the motel, I was having a panic attack while you were under a bed, thinking you were locked in a freezer. We're not strong people, Isaac. We need to be with strong people. People who won't bring us crashing down."

"Charlie..." Isaac started to say something.

I couldn't deal with whatever he had to say. "I'm sorry, Isaac. I've made my decision." I opened my door and shut it in his face. I couldn't make it to my room. I slowly sunk to the floor, crying my eyes out.

"Charlie?" My mom's voice came from the shadows. "What happened, sweetie?"

"I broke up with Isaac..." I sniffled as she sat next to me.

"What? Why?" she asked.

"I couldn't deal with it..." I said, crying harder into her shoulder.

"With what?" Mom asked, not understanding.

"Possible rejection..." I said. "I'm so stupid."

My mom shushed me. "No, you're not. Maybe you're just not ready for such a serious relationship, sweetheart."

I couldn't believe it. Isaac and I weren't together anymore.

Gahh! I'm sorry to leave you there! I promise things will get better! Also to "resinswhy", no Charlie's neck won't be broken. I promise!