Which one?

Chapter sixteen

"What are you doing here?" I yell once I come to a realization of what's going on.

"Sweetheart, calm down." My mom says, standing up.

"No i'm not going to calm down. What is he doing here? I mean seriously how could you let him back into our home. After everything he put you through?!"

"Y/n. Calm down." Isaac says sternly, while walking over to me.

"No you don't tell me what to do Isaac." I say slapping him across the face.

"Are you ok?" I hear Allison whisper, which I choose to ignore.

"Hey! What the hell has gotten into you?" Scott asks taking me from Allison.

"Really Scott? What has gotten into me? Should we talk about why Allison is bringing me home? Or is that another burden you expect me to carry?" I ask sternly, as he sets me on the couch.

"Don't say anything!" Scott yells, and walks back over to Allison.

"What has gotten into you. Like seriously, this is more than your dad." My mom whispers, before sitting next to me on the couch.

I don't muster up any words and I just start crying into my moms shoulder. My
mom looks up at my dad and whispers, "I think you should leave."

"Yeah, see you guys later." He says walking towards the door.

"Yeah see you." Scott whispers as he walks out.

"Now that he's gone, you are going tell my everything that's going on." My mom states sternly, whilst standing up.

"Mom, I can't." Scott says quietly.

"If you can't, I will." I say sternly wiping the tears from under my eyes.

"Fine. You might want to sit down for this mom." Scott says as Isaac, Allison, my mom, and him all find a seat in the living room.

*After he finishes explaining*

"You really expect me to believe you, and Isaac are werewolves, and Allison's family is full of werewolf hunters. Jackson Whittemore is a lizard basically. But Y/n and Stiles are just normal humans, like me." My mom says with a laugh.

"You asked us why we were acting weird. We tell you why, and now you're saying that it's not valid. Seriously mom? What else do you want from us?" I looking at her with a serious voice.

"I want the truth!" She yells.

"You have it, now you need to either accept it, or leave it alone, because we don't have time for you to slow us down." Scott says across from her.

"We're as serious as a heart attack Ms. Mcall." Allison states, backing us up.

"Ms. Mcall we wouldn't lie to you about this." Isaac says looking at her with his perfect innocent eyes.

"I need to sleep on this." She says throwing her hands up and walking upstairs.

"She's right, we all need sleep." Scott says standing up.

"I'm going to head home. Scott walk me out?" Allison asks.

"Of course." Scott says following her out.

As soon as they close the door Isaac turns to me and asks, "Why are you mad at me?"

"Why are you just assuming i'm mad at you? Is it because i'm a woman?"

"No, you slapped me across the face! Now answer my questions, why are you mad at me?"

"You're going to help kill a person. I just can't trust you anymore." I say, avoiding eye contact.

"You're right. All i'm ever going to want to do is kill, kill, and kill. So you should just hate me." He whispers creepily.

"No, you know that's not what I mean." I say looking down.

"Then why won't you look at me?" He asks, grabbing my face to look at him.

"You know what, I do, I hate you so much. I won't ever be able to fully trust you ever again Isaac." I put into words, observing his facial expressions. I can tell he's hurt but he told me to feel that way.

"If you really feel that way i'll leave." He mumbles, trying to hide the fact that he's hurt.

"Leave then, but don't come back, ever." I profess.

"You really want me to leave? Where am I going to go?" He asks on the verge of tears.

"Home, go back to your dad, where you belong. I don't care just don't be here!" I yell.

"Guess I shouldn't have ever really guessed we were actually going to be friends, and maybe ever more." He replies.

"Yeah you shouldn't have." I add as he walks out.

"See ya Scott." I hear Isaac faintly say outside.

"Bye." Scott faintly replies.

Scott walks in moments after I hear their conversation. "Where is he going?" Scott asks starting at me.

"Anywhere but here." I answer.

"He doesn't have anywhere else to go though." He says, staring at me like i've done something wrong.

"He can go back home to his dad. He heals." I say soberly.

"That is so messed up, I feel like I don't even know you anymore." Scott scoffs, running upstairs.

"Yeah, I don't either, and it's because of you." I whisper once he isn't in the room anymore.

I start to cry silently on the couch. I always screw everything up. So I should just mess them up now, so I don't get too attached. What I did was the right thing to do for both of us. Even if it hurt both him and I, it was the best decision in the long run.