Nothing's Normal : An Isaac Lahey Love Story (Completed)

Finding out the truth

I woke up with a severe pounding in my head. I was about to pull the covers back over myself, when I realized there were none. I wasn’t even on a bed: I was on a couch, a couch that certainly wasn’t my own. I didn’t recognize anything about where I was.

That’s when I began to panic. What had happened last night? I remembered nothing about it. I was driving Isaac home for some reason and then next thing I knew a woman’s standing in the middle of the road so I run into a tree. Did I pass out after that?

Speaking of which, what happened to Isaac? Awful thoughts began to flood my brain. What if he’s hurt? What if I killed him by crashing into that tree? And where was I? This place didn’t even look remotely familiar. I couldn’t really tell whether I was in a house or some kind of warehouse or what. Oh god, what if I’m being held captive? They really should have tied me up.

I stood up, immediately thinking of how I could get out of this place, but right as I lifted myself off the couch I felt the pounding turn into a hammering.

“I wouldn’t try that if I were you,” a deep, somewhat gruff, voice informed me. I looked up to see a tall muscular man with black stubble to go with his hair. Why did he seem oddly familiar? “She’s up!” he yelled into another room.

Before I could ask who he was talking to or what was going on, someone else stepped into the room. “Hey guys! Get in here! Sleeping Beauty has awakened!” Stiles shouted jokingly, causing further throbbing, but I couldn’t really pay attention to that: I was just happy to see someone I knew.

“Stiles, what’s going on? Where am I?” I asked curiously, managing to at least sit in an upright position on the couch.

“You passed out last night, oh, and I apologize for that I kind of had to, and to answer your second question you’re in Sour-Wolf-here’s house,” Stiles replied, whispering the last part while pointing his thumb in the direction of the guy I didn’t know.

It seemed as though the guy Stiles referred to as “Sour Wolf” had heard his little comment because he immediately growled, like full-out animal-sounding growl, and glared at Stiles. I was about to ask if I had just imagined him growling, but then a group of people walked in.

“Is she okay?” Isaac asked Stiles, pulling up a seat to seat in front of me. “Are you okay?”

“Um, yeah, sort of. I had a bit of a headache, but that was probably from the crash, right?” I replied with a shrug.

“Or from that crap Stiles gave you,” Lydia grumbled, sitting down beside me on the couch. What had Stiles given me? I could see the guilty look written all over Stiles face. The same guilty look he gives his dad when he goes snooping around. Now it made sense on why he had apologized for my passing out: he had been the cause of it! I wasn’t sure if I wanted to slap Stiles, or let him explain himself.

“Sorry, again about that. I did what I had to do,” Stiles shrugged.

I could faintly hear Isaac whispering to Scott. “Should we still tell her? Her head is already pounding; all this stuff isn’t really going to soothe it.”

“You have to,” Scott whispered back. “She’s going to find out eventually since she’s so close to all of us. Its better she find out from us instead of not knowing getting her hurt.”

“You have to tell me,” I blurted out, not really thinking that they probably didn’t want me to hear their side conversation. Isaac and Scott turned quickly to look at me, along with everyone else. “I don’t mean to sound bossy, it’s just you guys have kind of been leaving me in the dark.”

Everyone turned to Isaac him, giving him the ‘you get to tell her’ look. He looked slightly like a deer in headlights. “Um, well, we’re. Well, not all of us are-,” Isaac mumbled, not really forming sentences. “I don’t know how to do this.”

“Too bad, we’ve all had to do it, now it’s your turn,” Stiles countered, finding a seat and table to put his feet up on (which earned a glare from that guy once again).

Isaac looked up from his hands, and looked into my eyes, his blue eyes burning into mine. I could see so much fear and conflicting thoughts just from looking in his eyes. “I’m a werewolf. So is Scott, and Derek over there, he’s my alpha,” Isaac finally blurted out.

I laughed so much from that. “Really? A werewolf? I mean if it’s that bad that you guys are willing to resort to fairytales than I don’t need to know,” I told them. I honestly thought being in the dark would be better than them all making up stories.

“It’s not fairytale, it’s real,” Isaac told her, keeping a straight face the entire time.

“That’s not possible. All that stuff is just myth,” I tried to reason. It was almost as if he honestly believed the words that were coming out of his mouth.

“Do these look like myth to you?” the black haired guy, Derek if I remembered correctly, spoke up. He walked towards me, and showed off a clawed hand.

I looked up at him, quite scared. I felt as though I couldn’t breathe. Werewolves weren’t real. They were just supposed to be some monsters in stories. My friend…were werewolves? WEREWOLVES!

“Are you okay?” Lydia asked, noticing that I was turning white.

“Yeah, I just,” I replied, trying to figure out how to respond to all this. “Need a moment.”

“Would this be a bad time to mention that the Argents are werewolf hunters and there’s an alpha pack after us?” Stiles asked.

“What?!” I exclaimed, my eyes widening.

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                I couldn’t believe it. Werewolves, hunters, alphas, some-lizard-creature: it was all real. It didn’t take much to convince everyone all I needed was some fresh air to get my head straight. Even standing out of Derek’s porch, I still couldn’t wrap my head around it.

                “Should I take it as a good sign that you haven’t run off yet?” I didn’t have to turn around to know that Isaac had joined me out on the porch.

                “Not really. I don’t really know where I am, so I couldn’t run off even if I wanted to,” I replied.  I also wanted to mention that I’d probably be mauled by some alpha or kanima or something, but I thought it was too soon to joke about that.

                “Do you want to run off?” Isaac asked, tucking his hands in his pockets.

                “No,” I answered simply, staring off into the woods. It really would be a peaceful place to be, if I didn’t know what could possibly be out there.

                After a couple minutes of silence, Isaac spoke up again. “I’ll be inside, you want to come?” he asked.

                “I’m fine. I’m just going to be out here for a little while more,” I replied. I honestly just didn’t want to go in there where they’d have to explain the ‘safety precautions of befriending werewolves’.

                I watched as Isaac moved from beside me, towards the front door of the shabby house. Before he walked in, he stopped. “I don’t regret it,” he said vaguely.

                “What’s that?” I questioned, raising an eyebrow at him.

                “I think you know,” he replied, flashing me a dimpled smile before retiring into the house.

                He was right, I did know. And the thought of that made me smile.

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Hey guys! Sorry for the little wait I've been caught up in reading "Looking for Alaska". I hope you liked this though!!!!

~Caroline