Open Wounds

Chapter 18

~Isaac~

I was sobbing uncontrollably at this point, from the looks of it Scott wasn't going to put me down and release his grip anytime soon. I couldn't breath, it felt like I was being shot repeatedly in the chest, and it wouldn't stop. I felt like I was on the edge of death, falling down a bottomless pit. I looked behind him, hoping Jackson was at least making an attempt to save me, but of course he was already gone. I couldn't think straight, my mind was a mess and my vision was going black. I shut my eyes tightly, hoping it was all a dream, when I opened them I knew it wasn't. I could feel myself slipping away and just as I'd given up on trying to get free something in his mind must have clicked, his eye softened and he let go of my throat. I fell to the ground, immediately gasping for air and coughing loudly as one of my hands flew up to my neck, holding it as the pain started to set in while my other hand was supporting me up. Before I could even look up Scott knelt down in front of me, his human face looking worried and full of regret.

"Isaac I-" I flinched away roughly, forcefully shutting my eyes as he tried to rest a hand on me, still coughing loudly and struggling to breath. "Isaac" He tired again, though I still ignored him. I heard him sigh loudly and shift around, I'd assume he was leavimg now because, I wasn't going to forgive him. He grabbed my face roughly, turning my head and pulled me forward, my eyes shot open as he pressed his lips to mine.

"Scott" I said angrily, it sounded muffled due to his mouth pressing against mine. I tried pulling away, but both his hands now gripped my face tightly. I tired to push his chest, my hand hit.... a different part of his body... I quickly pulled my arms back. He pulled back, letting go of my face, I backed up as he looked down quickly before looking back up at me, laughing slightly, I could feel my face turning red out of embarrassment. "I- um- sorry, uh- how does, nearly killing me give you a- a boner...?" I stuttered awkwardly looking at the floor.

"It doesn't... mostly- you do realize you're naked right? And you sort of came all over me, not even 5 minutes ago..." Scott whispered the last part more to himself. My head shot up, I scanned over his chest and my eyes widen slightly, surprised he actually said that, even if it did happen. "Im sorry..." He said softly, placing his hand on the side of my face, though I pushed it off, still upset.

"Fuck off now" I said, standing up and walking over to pick up my clothes. Scott got up quickly, grabbing my arm forcing me to turn and face him.

"Isaac..." I pulled my arm away, turning around again and picking up my boxers.

"I said fuck off" I yelled loudly, putting my boxers on, I grabbed my shirt before putting it back on as well.

"Isaac" Scott said sternly as he forcefully turned me around again.

"Let me go" I stated quietly, looking down as he was very close. He had both his hands on my wrists, preventing me from turning back around. "Scott" I whined as his grip got tighter. "Let go" I said angrily through clenched teeth. "Scott!" I screamed in his face, he immediately released his grip on my arms. I stepped back a bit before looking at my wrists, both had hand shaped bruises. I was bruised, why am I not healing? A thought popped into my mind, if my arms are bruised what does my neck look like? I quickly looked up, pushing my way past Scott to look in the mirror. I whined loudly, almost in pain, as I examined my neck, there was some major swelling, and definite bruising. I could feel my eyes beginning to water, why was I crying? I'm not sad, I'm fucking pissed. Scott slowly began approaching me, he was trying to sound calming.

"Isaac-"

"What the fuck did you do to me?!?" I screamed loudly, cutting him off as the tears were falling freely down my face.

"I- I didn't-"

"Don't fucking lie to me" I cut him off once again, raising my voice more, if even possible, as I stepped closer to him.

"I didn't do anything!" He spoke up as he stepped closer. Our faces were only inches apart as I glared down at him.

"Well that's a lie considering you just about strangled me to death!!" I screamed at his face, not knowing why I was getting so angry so easily.

"Isaac... I- I don't know what- what happened I jus-"

I cut him off, grabbing his face and pressing our lips together roughly. He looked shocked and confused but as I pulled him closer, he started kissing back. I hated him so much, but I loved him more, and I hated that I loved him. My emotions seemed to be all over the place and I wasn't sure why. I pushed him back into the wall slightly as my hands began roaming over his body.

"Isaac" Scott mumbled quietly.

My hands went under his shirt, touching his abs, I moved them up slowly, brushing my thumb over his nipple. Suddenly he grab my wrists and pulled hands away, pushing me away from him and breaking the kiss. I made a sound resembling a whine.

"Isaac." He said sternly.

"What? Don't you want to kiss me? I thought you wanted me..." I responded sadly.

"It's not that. I don't just want you for your body, that's not what this is. Isaac... I love you." My head shot up almost instantly at those words.

I swallowed hard. "W- What?" I stuttered out.

He moved his hands to grab min, intertwining our fingers and he looked me dead in the eyes before taking a deep breath. "Isaac Lahey, I, Scott McCall, love you" He smiled widely.

"Are you going to leave me?" I asked sadly looking at my feet, realizing I still haven't put my pants back on.

"What? Of course not, what are you talking about?" He released one of my hands, moving his hand to rest on my cheek. "Why would I leave you?"

"Everyone that loves me leaves." I stated quietly, trying not to break down.

"Hey" Scott whispered, moving his hand from my cheek to my chin, tilting it up do face him. "I'm not going to leave you." He said softly as he moved his hand back to grab mine.

I bit my lip and nodded, looking down once more. My face heated up instantly when my eyes drifted to his pants. "You- You, um..." I stuttered awkwardly as I looked up. "You still have- um..."

Scott showed a look of confusion before looking down and his own crotch. He immediately looked back up, no shame or guilt showing on his features. "Wanna help me get rid of it?" He whispered softly, smirking slightly.

I felt my face heat up at those words. "What?"

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