Mystic Trip

Loft

Isaac's POV

TW: ABUSE

I walked off leaving Stiles' car. I feel I kind of wanted Stiles to stop me and invite me to his house instead of going to Derek's. But I wasn't going to invite myself, he needed his space, right?

I entered the bus and reached into my pocket to find some money, but oh just my luck I didn't have my wallet. "oh I don't have my wallet is it ok if I can somehow pay you back?" I asked nervously "No, no exceptions if you have money pay up if you don't get off my bus." Damnit.

So I had to walk to Derek's loft all the way from Stiles's house. Way to get exercise right?

I got to Derek's loft in 1 hour. It was 1:00 AM. I feel like a spent a long time waiting outside the door debating if I should enter or not. I did.

I walked straight in not looking anywhere just straight to my room. But a voice had me stop moving. As if it hypnotized me to stop. "where did you go" Derek asked again in a more stern voice." I paused not knowing really what to say. "Out..." He let out a loud clearly annoyed huff "Where out." he asked louder. " Well, where do you think, I had Stiles with me you think we're gonna go to Scott's house to have dinner with his mom?" I said. "Well, why do you think you can talk to me or Scott like that? Do you know who's in charge" I really didn't want to argue with him but I didn't want him to think he can just do whatever he wants to me. So I just decided to walk away. Maybe wasn't the best decision I could've made but I didn't let Derek have the satisfaction that he won. I was nearly at my door when he just pushed me to the wall. I swear he's getting more comfortable with the way he lectures me or whatever. "What the hell is wrong with you!?" "Stile's isn't here to help you huh." I try to get him off me but he had a tight grip on my chest pushing me against the wall and making it hard to breathe. "Get off of me," I say with a shaky breath. He then moves his hand to my neck sticking his claws out. They dug into my neck a bit drawing blood. My face scrunched up in pain struggling to breathe. His grip tightened. I try to grasp for air but choke instead. I could see the satisfaction on his face as I could feel myself slipping away, passing out. His claws dug deeper into my skin spilling more blood.

Then he let go. Dropping me to the floor. I sat there gasping for air my head throbbing from the lack of oxygen. He bent down to my level and grabbed my face claws still sticking out scratching me a bit. "Don't EVER turn your back on me when I'm talking. understood?" I didn't say anything. He tightened his grip "Understood?!" He said louder. "yes..." I muttered. He then let go throwing my head back a bit. "good." He then started to walk off.

I just sat there waiting for him to leave "I'm not the bad guy... you did this yourself." He then said turning around. The funny thing is, my dad said that to me once. It's funny how history repeats itself. I just seem like the person to be pushed around and not really cared about, but Stiles was just kicked out of the pack so that's worse right?

Oh, who I would kill to be kicked out. I wouldn't have to deal with everyone's bullshit. In some way Stiles is lucky to me he is at least. He must be feeling like shit right now.

I get off the little spot I was sitting at and go to my room. Tears started to form in my eyes. I fought them back not wanting to cry and just laid on my bed. No, bother to clean my cuts, since they were from an alpha they won't heal as fast. I closed my eyes and just fell asleep.

1:14 PM

Stiles: hey

Stiles: How are you

Stiles: I had a question, I'm going on a trip wanna join?

3:33 AM

Isaac: Yes