I Was Hoping For A Quiet Life, But You Gave Me So Much More

Um... Nice to Meet You

Isaac and Liam managed to bring all their belongings in pretty quickly, and started putting them all in their respective places. Liam had, just like he yelled to Isaac, taken the larger room, not that Isaac mattered much. It was only slightly bigger, plus his had a better view of the woods behind the house.

Isaac realized after throwing his old pillow and favorite blanket on the bed, which thanks to Deaton already had a comforter and pillows on it, just how tired he actually was. He'd been up since 6, gathering everything, putting it in the car, checking with Deaton to make sure the house was set, and apparently checking with the same person about the job, talking with the school, and making the, almost, 5 hour drive (plus a stop along the way). It was currently 10. He collapsed on the bed, closing his eyes. Not even bothering to change or take his shoes off. He felt his eyes close slowly.

'Hey, I- Oh," Liam entered his room seeing Isaac almost asleep on the bed, "You should really take off your shoes Izz." Isaac just groaned in response, turning onto his stomach. Liam rolled his eyes and walked over to Isaac's bed, pulling off his shoes and throwing them in the corner.

"'Thanks Li," Isaac whispered quietly, letting sleep take over.

"Night Izz," Liam walked out of the room turning off the light in his room, he left the door cracked slightly and made sure the light in the hall was still on. They both felt better when it was like that.

Liam made his way downstairs, subconsciously checking the lock on the front and back doors, then going into each room to check the locks on the windows. All of them were secure. He turned off the downstairs light and drifted upstairs. He went to sit on his bed before looking up at where he could see outside past the curtain that was covering the windows. He felt an uneasiness pool in his chest as he got up, using a rubber band to secure the curtain in the middle, and then using old tape from the boxes to make sure the outside couldn't be seen through the window. He sighed in content and made his way over to the bed. Lying down and getting comfortable before letting sleep take over him.

The room was dark except for a light coming in through the windows, a single lightbulb hanging from the ceiling. He made his way over to it and turned it on. The room flooded with light and suddenly he was very aware of his surroundings. His back stiffened as his surroundings came into view. The familiar shelving, old crap pilled in rows, gardening tools and snow shovels. A staircase into the corner that leads to the first floor, the bulkhead door nailed shut. There was an intake of breath as his eyes landed on the familiar white box of the freezer.

"You were late this evening." A familiar, and tormenting, voice called from upstairs, the words last with acid and hatred.

"I-I'm sorry" He said quietly.

But the figure came down the stairs, footsteps heavy. When he made it to the bottom he stood still for a moment before lunging towards him, punching him clean across the face. He felt his nose break, blood covering his hand.

"You piece of fucking shit." He called again, kicking him in the chest.

He grabbed his arms, shoving him backwards. The freezer was opened and he was pushed inside, the door closed and he heard the familiar click of the lock.

"No!" he yelled "Let me out! Let me the fuck out!"

"Izz?" a voice faded into his mind.

"Izz, hey are you okay."

Isaac's eyes opened quickly as he shot up in the bed, grabbing Liam's arm tight. His breath was quick, so fast he couldn't seem to get any air in at all. He felt his heart beat in his ears, the feeling in his arms and legs going numb. He couldn't move and couldn't breathe. He heard something but it was muffled, he used all his will power to focus on it.