All We Are

Chapter 20

DISCLAIMER/AN: I DO NOT OWN TEEN WOLF. 

CHAPTER TWENTY

When Stiles finally dropped me off after dark- we only left after he did, in fact, hit his head. My Dad was heading for the door a bag in hand, and when he saw me, he looked trapped.

"Kid"

"Dad, where you headed?"

"Oh-uh- Whitney didn't get to get her luggage out of the truck when I dropped her off earlier," Dad said innocently.

"Oh." I saw him sigh in relief, "What's with the bag?"

"What bag?"

"The one in your hand, I'm pretty sure that's not Whitney's unless she's a closet Trekkie," I told him.

"Oh uh- about that, see I was thinking- and I don't have to do this- but I thought since you and I are having our one-on-one time tomorrow and I cut her trip short to see about John, I might-maybe spend the night with her?" Dad was looking at me nervously, I pretended to consider this.

"Well alright, but I want you to remember how I raised you young man and be the little gentleman you can be-"

My Dad rolled his eyes and pulled me into a hug.

"I'm serious, you should know better than most about what can happen when you let hormones get the best of you."

"Good night Kid-" Dad started out the door.

"Make good choices!"

"Don't run into any elbows" He hollered back. "Be ready to leave at 8 o'clock!"

I heard him rev up Beulah and watched him back out the driveway, it didn't dawn on me until then that I was alone.

I ran inside and locked the door and closed every blind in the house- except for my room, I couldn't go in there, not yet anyways.

I texted Isaac Home alone.

I would have texted the other two, but they had enough to worry about. Scott was currently in the doghouse with Allison. Something I'm pretty sure wouldn't have happened if he had just told her what her mother had tried to do, but he swore us all to secrecy on that one. And Stiles was adamant about finding a connection with the murders- more to get his Dad's job back than anything but I didn't blame him, I'd do the same if it were me.

Isaac responded about thirty seconds later.

On my way.

I sat in the living room and turned the TV up loud so I might be able to fool myself that I wasn't sitting in an empty house and that the Master knew where my bedroom was. Master, it felt like I was talking about an episode of Doctor Who. I tried laughing, but it wasn't funny.

I heard someone scream in pain and ran outside to inspect the situation even though Slasher movies had taught me nothing good comes from running towards a scream.

My heart fell into my stomach when I saw him on the ground. I ran over to him.

"Isaac?"

Please don't be dead!

"You're Dad wasn't kidding about the windows."

I flung my arms around him.

"Don't do that to me again!"

"I wasn't exactly trying Charlie," Isaac said sarcastically, I helped him to his feet.

"Why didn't you try the door?"