A/N.
As promised chapter Fourteen.
This chapter will take place right after Derek has returned to the house and are talking with a now awake Scott.
Warning: there will be descriptions of child abuse and homophobia.
Thank you so much to NovaRainbow, Little Angle of Love and GFM for their reviews on chapter 13.
To NovaRainbow. Are this chapter angst enough for you, it's made with tears.

Chapter fourteen.
Daddy dearest.

"Childhood should be carefree, playing
in the sun; not living a nightmare in the
darkness of the soul."
―Dave Pelzer,A Child Called "It"

He had tossed Isaac out of the house and was currently sitting in front of Scott, on the teen's bed. He knew that something was wrong, he could sense it.

"Do I have to call Stiles? Do you want to speak to him?"

He tried to find a solution that worked but so far there was nothing.

He looked at the teen's arms when he started rubbing them against each other, small shivers going through the young wolf. Scott shook his head and mumbled "No."

He sighed and laid back on the bed, the scent of sex was almost completely gone; he had teased them both for it, telling them that they would have to make a spray that took away the smell of it. Scott had blushed and stammered as he tried to say something back; it caused both him and Isaac to laugh.

"Lift your shirt Scott, let me see it," Derek said.

I'm sorry Alpha," the teen whimpered.

Derek sighed and moved to loft up Scott's shirt. The wolf didn't help but he didn't resist either. The sight that greeted him made him snarl. The wound was red and angry, black blood leaking from the edges, making it look like something straight out of a horror movie.

He saw Scott's head hang in defeat, the scent of pain and blame rolled gently off him.

"I can't," he whispered, "I'm afraid it will hurt even more. I don't wanna go back there Derek. Please don't make me go back there Derek," he said in an even lower voice.

Derek took Scott's head in his hands and made the teen look at him, "Scott, I don't plan on letting you go anywhere. Please talk to me," he pleaded in a concerned voice, his fear for Scott's health rising with each passing second.

"I don't know how to heal Alpha."

Derek sighed again and pressed his forehead against Scott's, sending a feeling of peace through their bond.

"It's okay Scott, just let me help, there's nothing to be scared off, we'll take care of you," he tried to say in his most soothing voice but his heart shattered when Scott pulled back and looked at him, whispering, "He said that too." And then he broke eye contact.

"Who Scott? Who said that?"

But the younger werewolf just shook his head and pressed his body closer to Derek's, and Derek just accepted the need for comfort, as he thought over his options. He didn't know if he could force a werewolf to heal, he could ask Satomi for advice but there were just some things he wanted to be able to solve without help.

He was the Alpha and he couldn't even help his own pack, 'pathetic' he thought.

He thought back to what he knew about werewolf healing. Poison could stop the healing, but Scott wasn't poisoned. It could be in his head or something completely else.

An ugly thought hit him and his mind went back to when they talked right before they went saving the three parents and Stiles had told Scott that his father had returned to the town.

"Yo Scotty, you might want to stay at me tonight?" he could hear the spaz say to the Alpha from where he stood.

"Why," Scott asked back and at that Derek turned around, his eyes on the two teens.

"Because your daddy dearest have returned," Stiles said with a sad voice but Derek's attention wasn't on Stiles, it was on Scott. The teen had frozen and was staring at his friend.

"What," the Alpha whispered.

"Yeah, I'm not too happy about it either, so how about we crash at mine when we get home." The way Stiles said it didn't make it sound like a suggestion but more like an order.

Scott nodded fast and Derek could hear him take a deep breath from where he stood and looked at them. Derek had finally gotten enough and walked over to Scott whose breathing was now bordering on a panic attack and he laid each of his hands on the teen's shoulders.

"Breathe Scott, breathe," he coaxed and looked Scott in the eye, his concern for the pup was showing but right now he couldn't find it in him to care.

"I'm fine Derek," he said with a smile and stepped out of his hold, giving the people around him a tight and forced smile, "I'm fine, let's go," he said and everybody was forced to continue despite their concern for the Alpha.

"Scott, come on talk to me. What's wrong?" he was begging again but he still didn't care.

He heard Scott sniff and saw a light shiver run through the teen. "Scott." He said again, only this time he put order and command in the way he said the name.

Scott whined and bared his neck, a broken "I can't Derek," made its way past his lips.

"It's okay Scott; you don't have to tell me anything. Do you trust me?" he asked and cupped the young wolf's head in his hands, making him seek eye contact.

Wide eyes looked right back at him and Scott nodded, "Yes."

It was all Derek needed and he plunged his claws in the back of Scott's neck, making both of them freeze.

In Scott's head.

He looked around to see he was in a house. As he allowed his eyes to adjust to the darkness, he recognized his surroundings and that he was in Scott's house.

A hard wheeze made him jump and he looked behind him and saw a small figure walk past him, a small stuffed rabbit was clutched tightly in one hand while the other was pressed hard against the young boy's chest. Derek followed the child down the stairs, his own hansd itching to help the struggling boy.

The boy was Scott.

When they reached the living-room, young Scott fell over his feet and into a vase. The vase broke in pieces, causing the young child to look up in fright.

"Scott!" A booming voice sounded from deeper into the living-room, causing both Scott and Derek to flinch.

"Come here boy." The voice demanded and Derek followed young Scott deeper into the room and in front of one Rafael McCall. He was a man Derek had never liked, and he had an ugly sense that his dislike for the man was about to grow levels.

"I'm sorry daddy," the child wheezed and looked at the floor. Derek didn't like it at all. He could hear the young ones heartbeat slow in their deprivation for air that they couldn't get.

"I can't breathe daddy, my thing doesn't work."

The man took a deep breath and gripped Scott tightly around the chin, forcing the young eyes to meet his.

"Yes it does, now go to bed and don't bother me ever again," Rafael said in an angry voice.

"But daddy," Scott tried to say in an even more desperate tone.

He tried to say more but his next sentence was cut off when Derek saw a fist hit Scott's face, making him hit the floor with a hard thud.

"No more," Rafael boomed and began kicking the young boy.

Derek couldn't take more of it and he fled up the stairs and bolted into Scott's room, stopping when he saw teen Scott sit there. He didn't know what time it was but by the look of the teen's face, it was before high school. Scott's hair was slightly longer than it was now.

In front of the teen stood Rafael again, both hands placed on each hip bone as he pinned Scott under a hard gaze, Scott shaking and Derek could already see a black eye in his face.

"What did you do faggot," he yelled at Scott. Derek cringed at the word faggot.

"I'm sorry dad, I don't know what happened." Scott looked up at his father with big eyes, "It's just. I really like him, he makes me smile."

Rafael snorted and backhanded the slightly older Scott, making him fall back on the bed.

"Like him," the man snarled, "I didn't raise a faggot and I know for sure that Mr. Lahey will give his son the same talk as I will now give you," the man continued to snarl at the scared pre-teen and began to hit him again, snarling, "Stop dress like a fag boy."

The scenery around him fades and Derek was left in surprise. Lahey.

"Like what you see." A voice said from behind him and made Derek turn around sharply; facing the same Scott he had just seen being beaten like he had been a toy.

He shook his head and looked at him, a small smile gracing his lips.

"So Isaac," he chuckled and he was happy when it made Scott laugh too.

"Yeah, time has only made him hotter," Scott mumbled and looked down at the floor, not meeting Derek's eyes.

"Scott, you don't think," he stopped and looked sharply at the pre-teen.

"Scott, I have known you were gay from the first time I saw you and Isaac alone together and saw you kiss each
other. I think it was right after I turned him."

He carefully stepped closer to Scott.

"I don't care that you like boys Scott, you decide who you like, don't let a gender get between that."

The pup looked up at him, his eyes hard, "The worst thing was that three days later he caught me again. It was in school." Scott stopped and looked up at the celling, "He had pushed me up against one of the walls and was practically tongue fucked my mouth. What I didn't know was that my father had just come out from the school nurse's office and saw it. I didn't know until I got home." Scott cringed and gave Derek a pained expression.

"Did Isaac know?" he dared ask.

Scott shook his head but then he looked at Derek in panic, "No, you can't, please don't," Scott begged and gripped Derek's hand, looking at him with pleading eyes.

He shook his head, "I have to Scott, it's going to play a role in getting you to heal."

The pre-teen hung his head but nodded once, "I guess we should head back to the real world again," he said and the world around them faded into darkness.

Derek took a deep breath when they were plunged back in the real world. A quiet whine brought his attention to
Scott. The pup was pressed against the wall under the window, his head bowed.

Derek sighed and walked slowly over to the pup, getting down on his knees he laid a hand on the teen's leg, closing his eyes when Scott flinched.

"I'm going to talk to Isaac, and then I'm going to send him up here and make him get some sense into that thick head that you have," he said and stood up again.

He walked down to the living-room with heavy steps, only stopping when the scent of Isaac hit his senses and he looked up to see the youngest beta look at him with concerned eyes.

"I think it's better if we both sit down for this Isaac," he started saying and dragged a chair in front of the beta.

"This isn't the talk is it Derek?" he asked a little concerned.

Deciding to just break the ice, he opened his mouth.

"No, I don't think that's necessary when you know how to tongue fuck someone before you're even in high
school," he said and smiled a little when Isaac blushed.

"Yeah, about that."

"It's not about that Isaac, you know I'm fine with you being gay and you and Scott being together." He sighed and looked down at his hands.

"But Scott's father wasn't."

Isaac looked at him with a frightened face, "He didn't, did he?"

Derek nodded, "Yes he did, I saw it in Scott's head. He was beaten from when he was child. It got really rough when he found out that Scott was gay. He almost beat him to death."

Derek pinched his lips and looked back at Isaac. The teen's face had turned to anger, his eyes blazing golden.

"You can't do anything about it now Isaac other than make Scott realize being gay isn't wrong." He said in an attempt to calm to raging werewolf.

Isaac took a deep breath and slowly the golden eyes disappeared.

"Remember when you pressed him against that wall in school, right outside the nurse office?"

Isaac nodded.

"Well, Scott's father saw that too," he said with a heavy tone.

Isaac paled even more, "Shit," he whispered.

Isaac POV.

He was going to kill Rafael McCall.

He had been happy that the fact the he was gay, his father had never known, and if he had he hadn't cared enough to do anything about it, but Scott, poor Scott.

He started shaking when Derek said that the kiss he and Scott had shared right outside the nurse office had been seen by the other teen's father. It explained a lot of things. Isaac had once asked Scott if his father beat him when the teen had walked into the school with a black eye.

"Pretty face," he called out when he saw Scott's back. The other teen turned around with a smile. Isaac frowned when he saw the black eye.

He quickly dragged Scott into a empty classroom and turned to boy around, gingerly touching the hurt eye.

"What happened?"

"Got into a fist fight with Stiles," was the answer.

He didn't believe it. He lifted Scott's shirt up and revealed a canvas of black and blue marks. He gasped and let go of the shirt, giving Scott his best, you know you can trust me look.

"Like I said, fist fight with Stiles."

But it was a lie. Scott's voice shook when he said it.

He felt two hands on his shoulders, bringing him back to reality, anchoring him like only his Alpha could do.

Derek POV.

He could feel Isaac losing control, shivers went through him and a growl was heard deep in his chest.

"Listen to me Isaac. There's nothing you can do now. We can't change the fact that Scott was abused, what we can change is that we teach him that the people around him don't care if he's gay, or if you decide to ravage his mouth when you're standing against a wall."

He sighed and looked up at the stairs.

"Be there for him."

He heard Isaac snort and looked up at him in surprise.

"I think Scott's perfectly capable taking care of himself as long as it's not his father. I gave him the nick name Pretty face; right after we got together, then there came this boy and called him that. Scott knocked his front teeth out and said 'Only Isaac calls me that' and that was the last time people other than Jackson ever mocked Scott."

Derek gave Isaac an impressed face and sighed, "Go up and take care of him."

A/N.
Personally I think this is one of my better chapters, I really like it. Could somebody send me some tissues, I think I've run out of them.
Hope you will review.