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Chapter twenty four

We both immediately duck. Isaac pulls me towards him, as I hear a few gunshots just barely miss me. We hear a car speed off quickly and Scott and Stiles's doors open. "Y/n! Are you ok?" Scott and Stiles ask.

I ignore them both and look at Isaac, one of the bullets hit him while protecting me. "Isaac, are you ok." I ask looking at his stomach.

"Yeah, it just hurts a little." He groans, leaning up against the car.

"Scott he's hurt. Use your power thing, help him." I yell standing up, while grabbing my hair in sections.

Stiles grabs me and pulls me into him, "He's going to be ok Y/n. He will heal. I promise." He whispers.

I cry into his shoulder, "I know, I just don't like seeing him hurt." I whisper back.

"I know." He replies kissing the top of my head.

A few minutes pass and we watch Isaacs wound heal. Once he stands up I run over to him and throw my arms around him. "Don't ever scare me like that again." I say quietly.

"I'll try not to, but my life is kinda crazy." He says wrapping his arms around me gently.

"I'm not joking Isaac, I don't know what i'd do without you." I respond pulling him in front of me.

"It's ok, you won't ever lose me. Now let's get out of here before I get shot again." He says sliding into the back seat and Scott getting in the front.

Before Stiles and I get in the car I ask him, "Stiles can you drive? I want to sit in the back with Isaac." Stiles just nods and takes me keys.

I slide into the back sitting next to Isaac. He looks at me and just gives me a small smile. I return the smile and lay my head on his shoulder. I feel his eyes on me but I also feel Stiles's. I quickly lift my head up and I see Stiles return his focus to the road. Isaac looks at me and asks, "Are you ok? Did I do something?"

"No, my neck just started to hurt." I lie.

"Oh ok, makes sense." He awkwardly replies.

*At the house*

We all get out of the car and walk inside to my dad sitting on the couch. I quickly turn around and walk back outside. I realize that I promised my mom I would talk to him so I go back inside. I gather myself and then walk into the living room. "I am not doing this for you. I am doing this for my mom. I'll give you five minutes to explain. That's it." He just stands up and I lead him upstairs to my bedroom. I already knew Scott and Isaac were going to be listening so i'd be fine.

He closes the door behind us and he says, "Y/n I know what happened back then was horrible, but i've changed. I haven't touched a drop of alcohol since it happened. I promise."

"Yeah, whatever." I say rolling my eyes.

"I'm serious Y/n." He raises his voice and grabs my wrist.

"Let go of me!" I yell pulling my arm away.

"Y/n seriously. I've changed why can't you trust me?!" He yells.

Before I have the chance to say anything my door swings open. Isaac grabs my dad and shoves him to the ground. "Are you ok." He asks walking over to me.

"I'm ok." I reply staring at my dad on the ground.

"Did you hurt her?" Scott asks staring at our dad while running into my room.

"No, I didn't touch her! You guys are mental!" He yells standing up and wiping his nose.

Stiles runs in behind Scott and pushes my dad back down. "What did you do to her?!"

"I didn't do anything! You guys are seriously insane!" He yells just staying on the floor.

"Guys i'm fine. Stop pushing him on the floor." I say with a laugh.

"Why is she laughing?!" My dad asks, still sitting on the ground.

"Sorry, it's not funny." I say covering my mouth. Isaac looks down at me and start laughing with me. Eventually Scott and Stiles start laughing with us.

My dad looks up at all of us and yells, "I am leaving." He stands up and walks out and mumbles, "What the hell."

I look around at all the guys once we stop and laughing and say, "Thanks guys, seriously. Even though it was a little dramatic. Thank you."

"We'll always be here for you. Don't worry." Stiles says walking over to me.

"Thanks Stiles." I say as he pulls me into a side hug.

"You guys wanna go get pizza?" Scott asks leaning against my door frame.

"Yes, I am starving." Stiles says walking out of the room with Scott, leaving Isaac and I by ourselves.

"Scott told me not to come upstairs, and that you can take care of yourself, but I couldn't help myself. I just didn't want anything to happen. I was worried about you." Isaac rants quickly after they leave.

"Thanks Isaac, I honestly didn't want to be there. So i'm glad you came and rescued me." I say with a laugh.

"You're welcome." He laughs back as we race downstairs. Obviously Isaac beats me but whatever.

After we all ate we went back home. We walk in and see my mom and my dad. My mom raises her eyebrows and sternly asks, "Isaac, Scott, Stiles, you guys have anything to say?"

"Mom I can explain for them." I say walking towards her.

"No Y/n I am done with you fixing every problem, they need to abide by their mistakes."

"Whatever." I say while rolling my eyes.

I sit down on the couch and Scott speaks up and says, "Mom you can't take dads side on this one. We did what we thought was right."

"Scott your dad told me everything. He was having a civil conversation with Y/n. Then all of the sudden Isaac pushed him to the ground? Then you yelled at him, then he got back up, Stiles pushed him BACK down. You guys all yelled and asked what he did to her? Seriously Scott what am I missing?"

"You are missing the fact that he was yelling at Y/n and he grabbed her wrist. We had to get her away from him. We didn't know what was going to happen." Isaac says, getting defensive.

"Seriously is that all it took? You guys need to calm down with Y/n. Just because she's a woman doesn't mean she doesn't know how to protect herself."

Isaac looks like he's about to explode so I quickly get up and take him to another room. "Isaac it's fine. Calm down, just breath." I whisper from the kitchen.

"Ok." He says taking a deep breath.

"It's alright Isaac I promise. I'm glad you did what you did. What she says doesn't matter. Just listen to me not her."

"Y/n, thank you, i'm ok to go back in now."

"Alright." I say as we both go back to the living room.

I see my dad and my mom sitting on two separate chairs. Scott and Stiles aren't even in the room anymore. I look around again and ask, "Where are Stiles and Scott."

"They went out. Us four need to talk ourselves. Sit down." She says gesturing for us to take a seat.