human // teen wolf

1. Heineken

Riley's alarm clock rang loudly in her ear, interrupting her blissful sleep as she groaned, stretching in her fluffy bed. She stretched her arm out and attempted to press the off button, but she just hit it a couple times until it stopped making noises. After a few minutes, she got up slowly and sleepily and mindlessly walked over to her closet. She turned the light on as it was still a bit dark because the sun hadn't gotten up yet. She picked out some shorts and a sports bra and lay it on her little couch that stood opposite her wall TV. Her parents loved drowning in money so much, they thought that inanimate objects would satisfy their daughter enough for them not to be around her as much. She didn't care, because whenever they missed something important of hers, they'd buy her more stuff.

She quickly took a shower and dried herself off, putting on her exercise gear and leaving her room, careful not to wake her parents that were actually at home together for once. She trotted down the stairs and walked into the kitchen, the window having the best view of the approaching sunrise. She took an apple and a water bottle, checking the time which read six-thirty.

Awesome, she thought, just enough time to watch the sunrise. She quickly grabbed her earbuds and her phone. Putting on a playlist, she left her home which was perched on the largest hill in the town and started to run.

She jogged all the way through town and into the forest which spread across the large mountain edge. She always tried to get up and watch the sunrise as much as she could, but most of the time she was just lazy. She reached the edge in about 20 minutes which was just enough time. She was greeted by a pick up truck and a boy.

"I thought you'd never show up."

She turned her music off and smiled at the boy in front of her. He was tall for a 16 year old, but definitely still had a bit of a baby face. Although the chiselled jaw line was much more prominent. He wore a plain t shirt and jeans, which Riley thought that was pretty basic.

"Hey, Isaac." She greeted, walking up to him and giving him a hug. They went over to the hood of the car and Isaac helped her sit upon it before he climbed up himself. Isaac usually came up here to watch the sunrise with Riley, if he could get away from his abusive dad. "How's shit at home?"

Isaac sighed, shaking his head. He leaned over the edge of the car and grabbed inside the open window of the passenger side, picking up a couple of bottles full of beer. He handed one to Riley, which she took gladly.

"It's still shit." He mumbled, popping the cap and taking a sip. She looked at the label and smiled, noticing that he had got her favourite brand.

"You got Heineken." She murmured, opening the bottle as well.

"Yeah well, even though it's a gross brand, I got it for you." He smiled, and they clinked their bottles together. They both took a sip and looked out onto the town. Halfway through the sunrise, Riley leaned back onto the windscreen with Isaac doing the same.

"It's bad, Isaac." Riley sighed after a few minutes. Isaac stayed quiet, knowing exactly what she was talking about. He looked down at his bottle and swirled the contents around, not wanting to face the subject at hand.

"It's fine, Riles." He lied, drinking some more. Riley sat up and turned her body towards him as she frowned at Isaac with an exasperated expression.

"He locks you in a freezer for Christ's sake, to me that is not fine!" Riley said sternly, and Isaac pursed his lips. Riley watched him desperately, knowing that he hated to talk about this. But Riley wanted to talk about it, so they definitely were going to.

"Look, I can handle it."

"Just like you've been 'handling' it for 16 years? Honey, you can't handle it. That man is a disgusting creature, and you need to tell someone!" She almost shouted, always getting angry at him for this.

He sat up and lowered his head, rubbing his forehead and eyes. He looked up at Riley, appearing to look very exhausted.

"You don't get it! I can't tell anybody or he'll -- no one would believe me anyway." He argued, shaking his head as he slid off the truck and walked away. Riley slid off as well, following him as he walked around.

"I believe you, and I'm pretty sure the police would believe you too if you showed them what was down in the basement!" She yelled, grabbing his shoulder. He groaned and almost screamed, pegging his bottle of alcohol at a tree, as it smashed into tiny pieces. Riley took her hand off of his shoulder and flinched, watching him with cold eyes as he turned angry.

Riley stopped talking. She always did when he threw stuff. They had been over this every single time they had met in the morning. She'd tell him to get help, he'd throw stuff, then they wouldn't talk the whole day at school. They'd just continue the cycle every time. But that morning was different. Riley had had enough of Isaac getting pushed around.

"Whatever, it's no use trying to change your mind," She muttered, dropping her bottle onto the leaf covered ground and turning around. "For your sake, I hope your dad gets killed." She said loudly, and walked away.