Broken ➟ Isaac Lahey

Chapter 31

Allison and I approached Lydia's house with Stiles. He was trying to fit the big present that he brought her in the door.

"Any help?" Stiles asked us. We just giggled. "Can you just like grab the sides and pull?" He asked Lydia.

Lydia rolled her eyes and walked away. "Don't forget to try the punch!" She said. Allison and I went through the back door. Knowing Stiles, he wouldn't give up trying force the present through the door.

Soon, Allison and I met up with Scott and Stiles. "This place is empty." I whisper to them, seeing that literally no ones except for us was here.

"Jackson's not here." Allison informed them. "Yeah, no ones here." Stiles sighed. "Maybe it's just early." Scoot suggested.

"Or maybe no ones coming because Lydia's turned into the town's whack job."

"Oh." Scott mouthed. "We have to do something since we've completely ignored her for the past two weeks." Allison said, we watched Lydia at the other side of the room, pouring some of the punch in her cup.

"She's completely ignored Stiles for the past ten years." I said. "I prefer to think of it as me not being on her radar." Stiles says, coming up with an explanation.

"We don't owe her a party." Scott said. "What about the chance to get back to normal?" I asked. "Normal?" Scott asked.

"She wouldn't be the towns whack job if it wasn't for us." Allison explained. We watched as Lydia looked sad as she looked around her "party" to see only 4 people.

"I guess I could use my co-captain status to get the lacrosse team here." Scott sighed. "And I also know some people who can get this thing going." Stiles stated. "Like really going."

"Who?" I asked. "I met them the other night. Let's just say, they know how to party." Stiles explained.

Soon, the place was filled with lacrosse players and drag queens. Of course, Stiles invited the drag queens and boys he met at the gay club. But it was still a party. And they really do know how to get a party going.

Lydia was handing everyone punch. She really wanted people to drink it. What is it with her and punch?

I stood around the hall as I heard Stiles and Scott talking. "Are you going to apologize to Allison?" Stiles asked.

"Why should I apologize?" Scott asked. Ugh, boys are so dumb. "Cause you're the guy," Stiles said. "It's like what we do."

"But I didn't do anything wrong." Scott said. I stood next to Stiles. "Alex, you're a girl." Stiles said. "I have been my whole life. Unless there's something that dad's not telling me." I smile and nod. "Talk some sense into Scott."

"Well, from the point of view of a girl, I know that Allison feels like it's all her fault. Even if you didn't do anything, you should definitely apologize to her." I explained.

"But I did nothing wrong."

"Every time a guy thinks he's done nothing wrong, it means he's definitely done something wrong." Stiles said.

"I'm not apologizing." Scott stated. "Is that the full moon talking, buddy?" Stiles asked. "Probably," Scott answered. "Why do you care anyway?"

"Because something's got to go right here." I say. "We're getting our asses royally kicked if you hadn't noticed. People are dying, I got my dad fired, you're going to be held back from school. I'm in love with a nut job." Stiles explained. "And on top of all that if I have to watch you lose Allison to a stalker like Matt, I'm gonna stab myself in the face."

"Don't stab yourself in the face." Scott says, looking at something. "Why not?" Stiles asked. "Because Jackson's here." Scott informed. We all looked in the direction that Scott was looking in to see Jackson walking in.

"Oh, could things get any worse?" I asked.
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So we've gotten to that point in the party when everyone's either drunk, making out with each other or just doing nothing, like me.

I finally took a taste of the punch that Lydia was giving out. It actually tastes really good.

Now, I was walking with Scott and Stiles. Scott and I were both feeling weird. We didn't know what was happening.

"Are you two feeling okay?" Stiles asked. "It's not because of the moon." Scott said. "It feels different." I add.

"Maybe it the fact that there's alcohol in the punch." Stiles says. "Werewolves don't get effected by that." Scott explained.

Just then, Scott disappeared. It was just me and Stiles. Everyone else was still there, talking to each other, not paying attention to us.

"Why are you wearing black?" I heard someone's conversation. "I just came from a funeral!" I familiar voice answers. "You wear black at a funeral!" He yelled.

I looked in the direction to see my dad. What was he doing here? He had a bottle of alcohol in his hand and pushed the kid that asked that question away.

"Stiles are you seeing this too?" I asked him. He slowly nodded. Dad turned to us. "It's you two." He said in a disgusted tone.

"You know, everyday I sat in that hospital, watching her slowly dying." Dad said, he was talking about our mom.

"I thought, 'how the hell am I gonna raise these stupid kids on my own.'"

"These hyperactive little bastards who keep ruining my life!" He said.

By now, everyone else was staring at us. And Stiles and I were on the verge of tears.

"It's all you two. Stiles and Alex. You both killed your mother." Dad pointed to us.

"You hear me?" He asked. All we could do was stare in shock. "You killed her. And now you're killing me."

The threw the bottle of alcohol at us. But it didn't hit us. We were flashed back into reality. It was just a hallucination.

Stiles and I looked at each other with wide eyes. What's happening?
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Just then, I found myself with Lydia. We were walking someplace, but I didn't know where.

I felt like I was being controlled. "Where are we going?" I tried to ask, but all I heard was silence. I couldn't speak.

We both kept walking without a word. Was she feeling the same way? Did she feel like she was being controlled too? Was she trying to talk too?

We walked Derek's apartment. As soon as he saw us, his eyes widened. He looked so confused. I didn't want to, but I grabbed his arm as Lydia blew purple dust in his face. Where did she get that from?

The dust knocked him out and Lydia and I dragged his body some where. Where are we going now?

Lydia and I dragged Derek's body to the burned house. Why are we always drawn to this place? I heard Derek grunting and sighing. He was waking up.

I wanted to look at him and tell him what was happening, but I couldn't. Whoever or whatever was controlling me, made me look straight and not speak.

"Lydia. Alex." Derek breathed out. I noticed that a spot on the wooden floor looks like it was broken as if someone was trying to get something out of the floor. Did Lydia do this?

"Stop." Derek breathed out. We let go of Derek and went to the hole in the floor. I saw a burned body. Peter?

I helped Lydia put Derek's arm into the hand of the burned body.

"You don't know what you're doing." Derek said. Lydia moved a mirror so that the light from the moon could reflect on the body and Derek.

The claws of the burned body dug into Derek's skin, making him grunt in pain. And the eyes of the body opened. Just like in my dream.

The body twitched a bit before breaking out of the ground. He stood up ad I saw the face. The man in my dreams. Peter.

He stood up and Lydia, Derek and I looked in horror.

"I heard there was a party." Peter said, slowly raising his head up. "Don't worry," he said.

"I invited myself."