Broken ➟ Isaac Lahey

Chapter 13

While I was getting the stitches, it hurt a little, but Scott and Stiles were making me laugh the whole time.

"Just try not to lift any heavy stuff. Try to be very careful because you don't want to rip any of your stitches out." Melissa instructs.

I nod my head and walk outside. "Ready to go?" My dad asks, standing up from the chair he was sitting in.

"Yeah." I say. "Do you want anything? Like food or soda or something?" He asked.

I shake my head. "Stiles, take her home. I'm gonna go back to the station."

"Okay dad." Stiles agrees. We walk outside and Stiles, Scott, Allison, Isaac and I all got into Stiles car.

Me, Allison and Isaac were in the back seat and I made Allison sit in the middle because I didn't want to sit next to Isaac. I was angry with him and I'm probably not gonna talk to him for the rest of the day.

The car ride was silent and awkward. The only noises were the radio and Stiles making corny jokes.

As soon as we got into the house, Allison grabbed my hand and dragged me into my room. Then she locked the door.

"What are doing? Why'd you lock the door?" I questioned. "We need to talk." She says.

"About what?" "Just listen, you and Isaac have to talk to each other. Scott and I get in arguments all the time and we always make up." She explains.

"I'm not talking to him." I say. "You're being stubborn." "I am not!" I responded.

"Yes, you are. You and Isaac are really cute together, but right now, you're both acting silly."

"He said he wanted to break up with me." I remind her. "He didn't actually say he wanted to. He said he can make it happen. And you kind of encouraged him to do it." Allison proclaimed.

"Are you on his side?" I stood up. "I'm  not on anyone's side!" She defended herself.

"I'm just saying that-" Allison was cut short by a loud thud coming from downstairs and Stiles yelling, "Stop!" Repeatedly.

Allison and I rushed downstairs to see Scott and Isaac were fighting. Stiles was trying to break it up but he was no use.

Allison pulled Scott away and I did the same for Isaac. "What happened?" I asked Stiles while standing between the two boys.

"I have no clue. I went to the kitchen, you know, to get some noodles. When I came back, I saw them fighting. I tried to break it up as best as I could." Stiles explained. "I don't think your best was all that much." I mumbled.

"He started it!" Scott pointed to Isaac. I grabbed Isaac by the wrist and dragged him to my room.

"What did you do?" I asked Isaac, my voice rising.

"I didn't-" He started. "Tell me the truth." I add.

"He said that I-" He paused. "Forget it."

"Why do you always do this?" I questioned. "Do what?" He asked. "Why do you always stop what you're saying? It's so annoying when you do that." I tell him.

"Well I'm so sorry if I don't want to just spill my feelings out to everyone all the time." Isaac sarcastically said.

"What happened downstairs?" I ask.

Isaac stays silent. "What happened downstairs?!" I repeat, this time louder and more intimidating.

"Nothing, okay? It was just some stupid teenage boys fighting." He answered.

"You're lying." I answer. "Oh am I?" He asked sarcastically.

"Why are you being such a douche?" I yell.

"I'm not acting like a-" He starts. "Then why won't you tell me what's wrong with you?"

He didn't answer. "Look, Scott is like my best friend, you can't just fight with him over who-knows-what. And if that ever happens again, just know that I'm gonna be on his side. And I won't hesitate to break up with you if you ever touch him again."

"Can we just drop the subject?" He pleads.

"No! Tell me what's up with you." I demanded.

"You can't force me to tell you something that I don't want to tell you." He responded.

I rolled my eyes. I was getting angrier by the second. I really like Isaac, but he's really acting like a jerk today. I sat on the bed. The room was filled with awkward silence.

"Honestly, I'm still stuck on the fact that you got hurt." Isaac took a seat beside me.

"Yes, I got hurt but I'm fine, okay?" I reassure him. "What if you weren't okay. You could've died, I'm not sure you're understanding that part of the reason why I'm mad at you." He says.

"Look, I'm fine. I can take care of myself so I sure as hell don't need you to look after me. I'm not dead, I'm okay. Can you get that through your thick skull?!" I ask, louder than I intended to be.

"And I'm the one being a douche, huh?" He asked sarcastically.

"I think you should leave." I tell him. A soon as the words left my mouth, I started feel instant regret. I shouldn't regret anything. It was Isaac acting like an asshole that put us into this situation, right?

Or was it just me being a total bitch?

As soon as Isaac left the room, everything started hurting. And I mean everything. And it wasn't because I was "heart broken" or I "missed my boyfriend" everything was legitimately hurting.

I had a headache, a stomachache and even my back was hurting. The cuts on my arm were burning and so were my eyes. Also, my teeth were stinging.

What's going on?