Two Paper Planes Flying; Teen Wolf

Chapter 2

I limped along, regretting my decision to leave, I had no one to go to. What are the chances a hospital won't ask any questions about how this happened? That is if I knew where the hospital was.

I walked or attempted to, for at least another 10 minutes, I could feel the warmth of my blood slithering down my leg onto my shoes and absorbing into my socks. Then I saw someone riding their bike in the distance, I could tell it was a boy, he looked youngish, and he had blonde curly hair. That's when it hit me-
Oh shit. That's Isaac.
I made an attempt to discreetly move away and out of view, but it was too late he had already seen me, not to mention I was getting even more light-headed by the second. He pulled to a stop in front of me- his face was full of shock and he had a fresh black eye.
"Oh my god- are you-what happened to you?"
I refused to make eye contact with him, but when I tried to open my mouth and come up with a bullshit excuse the tears formed too fast for me to fight off and I started sobbing.
"Hey- hey look at me," he said as he pulled my face to face his, the purple encasing his eye making me want to pull away even more.

"I'm sorry- I- I shouldn't be feeling bad for myself it's just my dad- he- he does this sometimes," the tears were too much I couldn't form the right words, "It's not that bad, it's just glass- I'll just go home, it's not too far."

As I turned to leave my knees refused to hold me any longer and the pain overtook me. My muscles gave out and I went down, but Isaac caught me just as I hit the ground and softened the landing.

"No", he said firmly, "You're allowed to feel sorry for yourself. You deserve better." He lifted me and rested my arm on his shoulder. "We're going to the hospital."

"We can't- he'll get in trouble" I pleaded, "please. Isaac- please." He cut me off.

"Don't worry I have a plan."

Later.

In theory, Isaac's plan was smart- pretend someone jumped us in an alley, pushed me to the ground (I supposedly landed on glass), and Isaac stepped in to defend me-  except that meant we had to make a police report, which could end up being problematic. Nevertheless, he was persistent, and I was in no shape to argue, so we walked to the hospital. When we arrived I felt sick to my stomach, what if they didn't believe us?
He looked at me, "I promise it'll be okay", he gave my hand a sympathetic squeeze and carried me in. The nurse that greeted us had curly hair and enough wrinkles on her forehead to tell me she had a kid- she probably wouldn't leave them with an abusive father to defend themselves- when she saw us she immediately rushed to my side.
"Oh my goodness sweetheart, what happened?"

When I went to open my mouth to respond Isaac answered quicker and gave the whole story as they placed me in a wheelchair, not that I couldn't walk it just hadn't been working the best. I was too nervous to comment on the story and it took everything in me not to start crying. Eventually, the sheriff came, and can you guess who he brought- well, let me tell you it was Stiles, aka dark-haired sarcastic boy.

Yeah. I know.

Stiles gave me this look, it was worry, confusing, and genuine concern all in one, but before he could walk into the room the sheriff grabbed the back of his shirt and said,
"Not today kid."
"But dad-"
His dad, aka the sheriff, responded in a quieter tone, "Leave the poor girl alone she looks terrible."

The comment sunk in, I mean what was I going to do? I couldn't go to school tomorrow, it's too late and I couldn't stay the night in the hospital. I had no plan and I needed Isaac to help me figure something out since his head seemed to be so clear in this situation, but the sheriff had taken him into a separate room so they could get a statement. The woman giving me stitches looked as though she felt really guilty but it's not like she did this, my dad had, the one person you are always supposed to be able to trust and love, if anything this random nurse was more of a mother- or father- than my real parents ever had been.

After they had cleaned the blood off my legs, the stitches were done, and they had given me a few painkillers, Isaac came back into the room with the sheriff and gave me a sympathetic smile, it was my turn to make a statement. I looked the sheriff in the eyes and the tears spilled out, perhaps the reality of this situation had settled in, I just started talking explaining what happen while being as vague as possible and balling my eyes out. I felt horrible for lying to this poor man, he seemed kind, it was something in his eyes that said he had only ever had the goal to help people out of the kindness of his heart.
After I was done with my fit he simply nodded and left, he didn't need to say anything, I mean who would question a sad traumatized high schooler about the details when they already had them? Isaac walked over and hugged me, it was disappointing that we had to bond over this, no one should ever experience this. He helped me up and we walked towards the exit,
oh shit.
They had called our parents.

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