Watching Closely |A Isaac Lahey Story|

Chapter Twenty Three

--Desai Evans--

I am on the ground doing leg stretches as a warm up for track. Today, the lacrosse team is running with the track team. That would usually be good news to have my boyfriend run with me, but not really. There has been a lot going on and it seems that the conversation with James made everything worse. Since James and I talked nothing seems like it is getting better. In fact, I have the feeling that it is going to get worse way before it gets better. Anything good that might happen in the future is not going to happen anytime soon. I can feel it; my senses are going absolutely crazy. I could be paranoid. I have been for awhile so the only thing I can do is wait to find out.

I stand up front the ground then walk over to the crowd of track and lacrosse players that surrounds the two coaches. I look down from the ground to Isaac. Isaac glances over at me for a couple of seconds before he rolls his eyes in annoyance. He turns his attention back to the coaches and I look down at the ground.

"Alright, meet back at here in an hour." Coach yells then blows his whistle "Go!"

All of us begin to jog I start to think about the argument Isaac and I had two nights ago. He had came over after I ran out of Stiles house later that day. I did not find anything yet, but I am still looking. Anyway, as soon as Isaac walked into my house I could feel the anger on him. It was intense.

"Are you going to tell me why the hell you went to go see James alone?!" Isaac hisses, harshly at me as he slams my bedroom door "I specifically told you to wait!" He reminds me,

"I know you are pissed, but I didn't want you to ruin me getting information about my dad." I explain to him, honestly.

Isaac rolls his eyes "Are you kidding me?" Isaac hisses, he shakes his head "What could I have possibly ruined, Desai!"

I groan in frustration "That is exactly how you would have ruined it!" I yell at him for not listening to me "Your temper would have gotten in the way!" I point, now I have to tell him the truth.

"Did you get anything out of him?" Isaac asks, still on edge.

I shake my head hesitantly which makes him furrow his eyebrows angrily "He was never going to tell me anything." I admit which makes Isaac's jawline lock "He wanted to get me alone, but I swear nothing happen. I handled it." I explain, quickly.

Isaac heart rate begins to speed up which is never a good thing. He looks down at the ground trying to control himself, but I can tell that it is not working. I knew that he was going to be like this. I should have just let him come with me.

"You let him touch you...You let the guy who is an obsessed with you and the person who is trying to kill us touch you." He says in a calm way and I bite my lips.

"He catch me-"

Isaac pushes everything off of my dresser "Do you think I'm stupid, Desai!" Isaac yells at me then starts to walk towards me "I know you have something going on with him!" Isaac points at me.

I groan loudly then pull onto my hair "Isaac, I don't like James! He's a soci-"

"Do you really expect me to believe you! I wasn't there so I don't know what happened! The point is that you did not listen to me and now everything is fucked!" Isaac towers over me literally yelling in my face. I just look up at him with tears in my eyes "You really know how to mess good things up, huh, Desai?" He shakes his head at me before he storms out.

I flop down on my bed not being able to take this anymore.

I thought that was as bad as it was going to get, but I was wrong. I picked him up this morning and I thought he had cooled down. He didn't and we argued the whole way to school. All he could do is bash me about James which pissed me off making the situation worse. As soon as we got to school I stormed out of the car not caring about my keys. I just wanted to get away from him. At lunch, he dropped the keys on the lunch table and kept walking. Since then he has been giving me the silent treatment. I tried to talk to him in English, but he did not even look my way.

A lump forms in my throat as I become overwhelmed with the thoughts of how my weekend was filled with terror. Ashton and I spent some time with each other. Being with my brother usually makes me feel better, but not this weekend. It just made me think more about how our mother is a terrible person that does unforgivable things. I did not show Ashton that I was worried because I did not want him to worry. On the inside, I was screaming with fear.

Ashton had walked into my room and I still feel tired. I stayed up most of the night trying to figure how to make it up to Isaac. I even called him, but he did not answer any of my text messages or phone calls.

Ashton lays beside me, I look at my phone to see it is noon which means he just came back from training with our mother. They spend their weekends training like she did with me until I was almost as skilled as her. I still believe that there are some things that she has not taught. In fact, I know that she has not taught me how to kill a werewolf. It would make it too easy for me to stop her.

"How was training with mother?" I ask him, curiously.

Ashton shrugs his shoulders "Same old, same old." He tells me "She has been rambling about nothing." He explains.

"Nothing? What do you mean?" I raise my eyebrow.

"I mean literally nothing. She was talking about a bank, or something about oak trees and how good they are for building things." He explains. I shake my head, that does not sound like something mother would just talk about "Well, I'm going to go shower." He tells me as he gets up.

"Ashton, where's mother?" I ask, I need to go through he things.

"She had to go to work."

I nod then get up from the bed to go to her room.

"Sprint for the last five minutes!" The coach yells from a megaphone "Move it!" He demands.

I take a deep breath then start to sprint down the field like I am told to do. I went through my mother's diary and I found the most terrible things. It turns out that she has been thinking about killing us for years. There are things from the time that I was a newborn to now. It was so graphic and brutal that I found myself hunched over the toliet when I was done reading it. Never had I seen my mother as someone to be so cruel. I've always known that she had a slight hatred for me, but I did not know that she full on hated me.

It was so emotionally and mentally damaging.

Then the things she said about my father. She wrote that she had moments when she was in love with my father, but it never lasted long. Most of their marriage was filled with hate from her and he never even knew it. He thought that my mother loved him as much as my father loved her. She has been plotting his death for years. There were things written like "I hate the way his skin feels on mine" or "Kissing him is like kissing a dog and I hate dog." I just don't understand how she could be married to someone hates for so long.

It just does not make sense.

Tears fill my eyes as I walk back to the coaches and they start to talk about practices in the future. A tear rolls down my cheek and I quickly wipe it away. I ignore Scott's look because I know he can sense that something is wrong.

"Alright, you all are dismiss." Coach tells us.

To avoid talking to Scott I walk away before Coach could even finish his sentence. I get in my car forgetting about taking Isaac home and my bag. I just drive to Deaton's pet shop crying silently to myself. I need all the help I can get from him. I know that I have no been too nice to him in the past, but really need him to help me get through this. It is literally the only hope I have left in getting my father safe and sound.

"Desai, I didn't expect you to be here." Deaton tells me then frowns when he sees my face "What's wrong?" He asks, concerned.

I sniffle then I wipe my face only for new tears to replace the old ones. I go in my bag and I pull out copies of my mother's journal. Realization comes to his face and he takes them from me. He places them on his table then places his hand on my shoulder.

"I can help you make a plan, but you need to calm down first."

I nod my head, trying to calm down. I need to be in the right mind if I want to save my father.