Watching Closely |A Isaac Lahey Story|

Chapter Twenty Five

----Isaac Lahey----

Quickly, Scott and I rush out of the building so we can go see Deaton. We have to find a way to stop Sophia and her assassins from killing us. I have no idea how we are going to do it but we always find a way. Desai is a ticking time bomb and will explode at the next person who pisses her off. That will only cause her to be locked up from hurting someone so badly. That is the last thing she needs on top of all of this drama that is going on. I may not be being the best boyfriend now but I am going to help her as much as I can so that nothing worst happens.

Hopefully, that is possible.

"Does Deaton know we are coming?" I ask after I send a text to Lydia telling her to come "Does Stiles know?" I question.

Scott nods "Yeah, Sheriff Stilinski is on his way up there, too." He tells me.

That conversation between Desai, James and Hayley replays in my mind repeatedly. It is not the fact that it happened but it is the fact that Desai could have easily killed them. There is so much more there than just being defensive against them. I do not even think that it is her family being so twisted. It could be anything and I do not know what that anything could be. It is obvious that it is everything that has been happening. Whenever she is around I can smell remorse, sadness, fear, anxiety and something else. I just cannot put my finger on it.

Scott and I walk to the back room where Deaton is patiently waiting for us and filling up small bottles. Fifteen minutes later, Lydia, Stiles, and Allison walks into the back with us. No one says anything because we are used to these kinds of things. There is no use explaining this several times when everyone is not here. I know that no one texted Desai because she has not been talking to anyone these days. It is better that she be left alone for the time being.

"Isaac," Stiles calls "have you made up with Desai yet?" He smirks.

I smirk back at him "Does it look like it?" I cross my arms over my chest.

Stiles scoffs harshly "Then stop being a bitch baby and make up with her." Stiles hisses. I go to hit him but Sheriff Stilinski walks in with another officer "Hey, Dad." He greets then looks at the other officer "Officer Media." He waves.

I roll my eyes at the sight of the other officer. We cannot talk about anything with him standing there. He would think we are insane for talking about the supernatural. Media might become suspicious that Sheriff Stilinski rushed all the way over here just to listen to our "teenage nonsense".

"What can I help you with?" Sheriff asks curiously.

Stiles walks over to his father than pats his shoulder "Dad, it's something unusual." He mumbles implicitly so Media would not understand "You know, the usual unusually that we usually come to you with." Stiles sighs when Sheriff Stilinski raises his eyebrow in confusion "The usual unusual; the one that no one can understand if they don't already know." Stiles whispers.

A look of realization comes to the Sheriff's face before he turns to Officer Media. I see Sheriff quickly takes out his phone and text someone. A couple of minutes later Media's work phone rings. He takes out his phone then answers it.

"Hello?" Media greets "Yeah, Parrish, I'll be there in a second." Media hangs up his phone then turns to Sheriff Stilinski "I got to go help Parrish with something. Will you be okay here?" He asks.

"Yes. Go handle what you need to handle." Sheriff says. Media nods then accidently bumps in to Sheriff Stilinski. He apologizes then makes his way out of the building. Once he pulls away in his patrol call Sheriff turns his attention back to us "Okay, tell me what has been happening?" He smirks.