"How do you lose someone you've detained?" Bella asked the sheriff gobsmacked as she stood at the front desk of the police station the next day.

"He had help getting out Bella," the sheriff explained in frustration. He didn't have the answer to her question either.

"From who?"

"I'm not sure," the sheriff sighed. "Look, Bella, go home ok? I understand you care about Isaac, but we have reason to believe he killed his father. That's not the kind of person you want to be around."

"That's not true. I know Isaac," she disputed.

"Did you know he was being abused?" the sheriff challenged and she froze.

"No," she admitted quietly.

"Look," he guided her gently to the front door. "I think it's nice that you care, but you don't know everything about this kid. You're a high school student, I don't think it's best to get caught up in it. Besides," he looked around briefly to make sure no one was listening too closely. "I'm sure if anything turns up, Stiles will tell you."

Bella huffed. She knew she wasn't going to be able to find anything else out, so she nodded, before turning around and leaving the station.

"What are you glaring about?" Bella grumbled as she slumped down opposite Jackson in the cafeteria the next day.

"I"m really not in the mood for talking Bella," he grumbled.

Bella followed his gaze and saw a stunning blonde bombshell sashay her way out of the cafeteria. "Good god," she gasped. "Is that Erica?" The blonde was the previously unpopular, girl who had epilepsy. Now she had a full-blown makeover, her hair was done and her makeup was perfection.

"Yeah," Jackson growled, gripping his lunch tray tightly. "Like I said. I'm not in the mood."

"Yeah, well, neither am I," Bella snapped as she aggressively bit into her lunch. "So you're going to sit her in silence with me and we can both be grumpy."

Jackson looked up at her, his gaze softening slightly. "Deal," he conceded.

"Did you see that?" Lydia gasped as she ran up to her sister. "That was Erica!"

"Yeah, I saw," Bella nodded.

"Are you coming…" Lydia trailed off as she saw Jackson sitting opposite her sister. "Oh," she squeaked and quickly jumped away from him. "Sorry… are you coming tonight?"

"Really not in the mood Lyds," Bella muttered.

"Are you su… ok," Lydia nodded as she saw Bella's face before quickly hurrying away from the table in an attempt to avoid Jackson.

"What's going on with you two?" Bella asked. "I mean seriously this is getting ridiculous."

"I yelled at her," Jackson confessed. "I shouldn't have. I feel bad. But I don't want to talk about it."

"Fine," Bella nodded. "Don't yell at her though. That's not on. Next time it'll be me you'll have to deal with," she warned him before looking back down at her lunch.

"Where's she going tonight?" Jackson asked, his curiosity getting the better of him.

"Ice skating with Scott, Allison and Stiles."

"Like a double date?" he asked.

"With Stiles?" Bella snorted. "No way."

"So why are they…"

"It's a friend thing, Jackson. Besides, you broke up, you have no say over what she does or who she spends time with."

"I know," he grumbled.

"Stiles?" Bella asked when she opened the front door to the house. "What are you…" she got out before she was shoved aside as Lydia stormed inside the house and ran up the stairs to her room. "Ok… what was that about?"

"She um," he hesitated, not sure how to explain what had happened that night. "She had an episode."

"An episode? What does that mean?" Bella asked.

"I…"

"Stiles, spit it out. What happened to my sister?" she asked, grabbing his arm and pulling him into the house and shutting the door.

"She had a freak out on the ice. She knelt down and just started screaming."

"Screaming?" Bella asked in confusion. "What about?"

"I don't know," he answered honestly. "There was nothing there. She just started screaming."

"She was ok the rest of the night?"

"Completely fine. She wouldn't talk afterwards, I have no idea what she was screaming about. It took ages to calm her down, she just wouldn't listen to anyone, not even Allison."

"Thank you for driving her home Stiles," Bella sighed as she glanced upstairs.

"Are you ok?" he asked nervously. "You didn't come out tonight."

Bella smiled softly at him as she wrapped her cardigan tighter around her. "I just didn't feel like coming out. Sorry."

"Don't apologise," he smiled. "My dad hasn't heard anything about Isaac by the way, just thought you should know."

"Thanks, Stiles," she tucked some hair behind her ear. "It's not just Isaac," she admitted. "It's just been a tough week."

"Is this about the winter formal?" he asked and she glanced into his eyes. "It is," he deduced.

"I um…" she stuttered. "It's just stuff with my birth parents."

"I know, I read my dad's report," he admitted and her eyes widened. "I'm really sorry, I shouldn't have done that, I was just worried about you."

"Thanks, Stiles," she gave him a quick smile.

"I could help you? If you wanted to talk through anything?"

"I don't know if I want to contact my birth mother's family. I found out her name and details, not my father's though."

"I don't know who your father is either by the way," he confessed. "Because Lydia ran away my dad didn't finish interviewing your parents. Look, if you want help tracking down your birth mother, you can let me know. I've hacked into my dad's database before, I could find some details for you."

"Thank you, Stiles, I'm serious. That actually means a lot, but I think it's something I have to do on my own."

"Also fair," he nodded. "I should probably…" he jerked his thumb to the door.

"Right," she nodded and opened the front door. "Thank you. For helping Lydia. I really appreciate it. Good night Stiles," she smiled before closing the door.

"Mom!" Bella complained as her mother walked past her bedroom door. "Lydia is still not up, she's going to make me late for school."

Their mother sighed in frustration. "She has her guidance counsellor session this morning. I'll get her up."

Bella turned back to her wardrobe and pulled out her jacket when she heard a loud gasp.

"Lydia!" their mother cried out.

Bella ran out of her room and across the hallway to her sister's room. "Oh my god!" she gasped.

Lydia was lying in her bed, her hands covered in blood.

"What did you do to yourself?" their mother exclaimed as she grabbed at Lydia's hands.

Bella ran to her sister's bed when both she and her mother noticed Lydia freeze. They followed her gaze to see a shattered mirror. She must have woken up in the night, gotten up and shattered the mirror with her hand before returning to bed. All without waking up.

"Lydia sweetheart," the mother pushed her hair back. "Why did you do that?" Lydia had no answer, she just shook her head back and forward. "Lydia!"

"Gloves," she stuttered. "I need gloves. No one can see this."

"I'll get some," Bella stumbled over to her sister's drawers and pulled it open, pulling out a pair of bright pink gloves.

"Thank you," her sister mumbled numbly. "I need to get ready. Alone."

"Lydia," her mother objected.

"Please."

"No, sweetheart. I have to get the glass out of your hand, honey. Come with me," her mother pulled her towards the bathroom. "Bella, sweetie, wait downstairs. I'll write you a note for being late."

"Bells?" her dad asked as he walked past her room to see her sitting on the bed. "I thought you were going to the game tonight?"

"Lydia went, I didn't," she muttered as she turned the page in her book.

"Can I sit?" he asked as he stepped into her room.

"Fine," she huffed, as she closed her book and sat up.

"Are you two doing ok?"

"Fine," she answered shortly.

"Your mom called, she told me Lydia punched the mirror last night and split her hand open. She's not ok. And you've been staying here more and more. Not that I have a problem about that, but I think it's hurting your mom's feelings a bit."

"Don't worry about it dad," she muttered as she went to pick up her book, only to have him pull it out of her grasp. "Hey!"

"Your friend, Isaac. Have you heard from him?"

"No," she admitted, slumping back against the bed. "I haven't."

"He's accused of murder."

"He didn't do it," Bella protested.

"Innocent people don't run away Bella."

"Sheriff Stilinski said he'd been abused, dad. You can't blame him for running away. He'd be terrified."

"Bella…"

"You don't know him, dad!"

"I don't want my daughter being around a murder suspect."

"Well, I'm not. I haven't seen him. I haven't heard from him. End of story. Can I have my book now?"

"No, we're not done. I spoke to Sheriff Stilinski today, about your birth parents."

"Yeah, I really don't want to talk about this. Book please," she held her hand out.

"No," he pulled it further away. "It's not healthy that you don't want to talk about this. Your birth parents… they're a part of you."

"A part I don't want to know. Look, if some creeper wants to know, that's his problem. Me, I don't care."

"I don't think you've fully processed what happened to you the other week. Neither has your sister."

"Dad! Just stop ok," she said tearfully as she stood up from her bed and stormed out of her room.

"Bells!"

"I'm going for a walk!" she yelled before storming out of the house.

She walked down her street, wiping under her eyes as some tears fell when she heard some bushes rustling and froze, her breath quickly picking up pace.

She hadn't seen the red eyes that haunted her for a month, but she was still on edge.

"Hello?" she stuttered as she looked to her left. "Is anyone there?"

"Please don't freak out," a voice replied nervously.

"Oh my god Isaac!" she gasped.

"Come into the bush," he ushered her.

She frowned nervously. "Come out to the street," she retorted.

Slowly she watched the bush get pushed aside and he stepped out. "I don't want anyone seeing me," he said as he nervously looked around. "I swear I'm innocent Bella."

Bella sighed as she looked at him. "I know," she nodded. "Come on," she muttered as she stepped towards him and pulled him into the bush so he was out of sight. She trusted him. "Where have you been?"

"With Derek Hale," he answered honestly and her eyes widened.

"Derek Hale? Why?"

"Because he knows something about being falsely accused," Isaac grumbled. "I swear I wasn't stalking you. I was just coming by to get some clothes when I saw you. Are you ok?"

"I've been worried about you," she admitted as she looked up into his eyes. "What are you wearing?" she asked as she studied his outfit. She'd never seen him wear a leather jacket before, it wasn't exactly his style.

"You like it?"

"Yeah, I guess," she nodded.

"You didn't answer my question."

"Which was?"

"Are you ok?"

Bella paused. She didn't want to lie to him. "No," she answered honestly. "Lydia is freaking out. She had a meltdown the other day at the ice rink and started screaming at nothing, and then she punched a mirror in her sleep and woke up covered in blood. My mom is stressing out over us both. My dad thinks I'm not processing things from winter formal and wants me to show an interest in my biological parents," she scoffed. "Everyone's annoying me and I don't get to see you in school every day." She hesitated as she looked up at him before pulling him in for a hug. "Are you ok? I mean your dad died, you can't be ok."

"Surprisingly I am," he admitted as he hugged her back. "I didn't kill the man, but I did hate him."

Bella pulled back slightly so she could look into his eyes. "I went back to the station to try and see you the next day but the sheriff said you broke out."

"Derek broke me out."

"I'm pretty sure that's illegal," she smiled softly.

"Maybe," he nodded. "I can't stay too long."

"Where are you going?" Bella asked, her eyes widening.

"Back to Derek's."

"The burnt-out house?"

"No, he doesn't live there anymore," Isaac smiled softly as she released him. He looked at her with a frown on his face.

"What?"

"I have something to tell you."

"And that is?"

"I know who attacked you the night of the formal," he admitted.

"What? Who?"

"Peter Hale," he answered with a grimace.

"Like Derek?"

"His uncle."

"Why would Peter Hale want to know about my birth parents?" Bella asked in confusion.

"I'm not sure," he answered honestly. "But from what I know, he and Derek don't get along. But Peter Hale died," he said and her head whipped up.

"He died? But I haven't heard anything."

"It happened out of state," he lied. "That's why you didn't hear anything about it. He attacked both you and Lydia, but you don't have to worry anymore because he's dead. He won't come after you again. I know you've been anxious, I can feel it in you. But it's ok. You don't have to worry about him again." There was a crack of branches that made Isaac whip his head to the side. "Crap," he muttered. "I have to go. Just… head home okay? Don't stay out. Dammit," he sighed before running away.

"Bye," she muttered to thin air, before turning and making her way back to her house.