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As Google describes it
*Isaac Lahey was a character in the supernatural drama Teen Wolf. Isaac's father was abusive, locking his son in an unplugged chest freezer in the basement for long stretches. The abuse led to Isaac developing claustrophobia He has been abused in other ways as well. It is important to the story as well to give a warning to anyone sensitive to this topic.*
I was cleaning around my room while listening to music when I heard a few taps on the window. Normally, I would dismiss it because of the storm, but I knew Isaac's grades came in, and knowing his father, it wouldn't end well. Isaac always finds a way to my house when he gets in trouble. I don't mind though, I enjoy being his safe space. I made my way to the window as a more gentle song came on.
As soon as I opened the curtain, my heart broke. He had scratches and bruises littered across his face. I unlocked the window to allow him to crawl in. The instant his feet touched the ground I engulfed him in a hug, putting my arms around his neck and pulling him close. I didn't care that he was cold and wet. I only cared that he knew I was there for him. We stayed like that for a while, in each other's embrace.
"You're freezing Isaac. You need to go take a shower." I said in the most soothing voice I could muster. He nods and hugs my waist tighter then releases me. His eyes are red and puffy as he goes into my bathroom. I wish I could tell someone about his situation. I wish I could take him away from his excuse of a dad, but I can't. It breaks my heart every day to see him, knowing he's going through that at home.
I pick out some clothes that he's left before and take them to the bathroom. I gently knocked at the door calling out his name. When I heard no answer I started to get concerned. "Isaac, open the door or I'm coming in." I put my ear up to the door trying to hear anything. I almost wish I didn't when I heard him gasping for breath. I instantly open the door and rush toward him.
I sat down on the ground next to him clutching his shoulders. "Isaac. Isaac! I need you to look at me please." His eyes meet mine as he's still panting, searching for breath. "I need you to breathe with me okay?" He nodded. I took his shaking hands and just held them. "In. Out. Good. Isaac, I need you to keep breathing." I knew he was trying. He was trying so hard to get his breathing under control.
"Do you remember after the first day of freshman year? We both went to the coffee shop. I forgot my wallet and you offered to pay for me. That was the first time I ever met you." He nodded. "Do you remember when you came to me to clean up your cuts? The first time. You said you got in a fight, but I knew that wasn't true. After I got you cleaned up, we talked all night." He nodded again. "You were the only person I could trust. I knew you would take care of me." He started to come down from the panic attack as I keep reminding him to breathe correctly.
He just sat against the bathroom wall, tears pricking against his eyes. I brought him into our second hug that night. He sobbed onto my shoulder. "Can you please stay here while I take a shower? I just really don't want to be alone." "Of course, I'll stay here. As long as you need." He sighed into my neck and gave it a tiny kiss. "Thank you." And with that, he picked up the clothes from outside the bathroom and put them on the counter.
I took that as my cue to put my legs to my chest and duck my head in my lap. I stayed like that the entire time he was in the shower, making a few sounds every once in a while to let him know I was still there.
Once he got dressed, I got up and got the first aid kit. I sat on the counter and started disinfecting and bandaging his face. Isaac ended up standing between my legs to help me reach some of the cuts. In any situation, I would be swooning, but I felt terrible. This is one of the sweetest human beings on earth. He does not deserve to be treated like crap while his dad gets off free. It's sickening.
When I was finally done cleaning up his face, I brought him to the end of the bed. "Do you want to talk about it or do you just want to go to bed?" He thinks for a few seconds then starts to speak. "I just- I just want it to all stop. Do you want to know why it was so bad this time? I got a C in french. I got a C!" He started crying again so I took his head and laid it right under my chin. " He says I'm worthless. Maybe he's right. I'm worthless to him, and practically everyone else." I grab his face and look him in the eye. "Isaac Lahey, you are worth so much more than you think."
"Every day, you make me smile, more than anyone else. You make me feel so special like I'm the only person ever to exist. You make me feel like I'm on cloud 9 Lahey. You put everybody before you and that's what made me fall in love with you. You bring so much light to so many people's lives. So please, never call yourself worthless again."
He starts smiling. "You're in love with me?" "That's what you got from all of that?" "Well of course. When the girl you are in love with says she's in love with you, you kind of notice." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. The broken boy that I had fallen in love with is in love with me too. "Can I kiss you?" I don't answer him. Instead, I pull his lips to mine. All the cliches about feeling fireworks when people kiss are wrong. It feels better than that. It feels like I'm finally complete.
"We should probably go to bed." He nods as we both climb into bed. "Thank you for not giving up on me and always taking care of me." "I will always be here for you. To remind you of your worth, to be the shoulder to cry on, to patch you up whenever, and to give you kisses anytime you need them." He gives me another kiss. We both eventually drift into sleep, our bodies intertwined.
I wrote this at 1 am. Not as good as it could be. Oh Well.
