Some things are better kept as secrets- such as the fact that Isaac's father abuses him, his best friends are werewolves, and that Phoebe Tonsla, Isaac's long-time crush, has a rather strange infatuation with a very particular box.
【Completed July 8...
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October 1
9:36 A.M.
Derek Hale's loft
As Isaac's eyes gradually fluttered open, he was exposed to a harsh light, greatly contrasting from the darkness he had just been engulfed in for the last few hours. His head was pounding and he felt a sharp pain in his stomach, causing him to groan out loudly.
The room he was in had a strange orange, dusky tint to it, and pipes lined the ceiling, from what he could see.
"The princess has awaken." Phoebe's voice rang out throughout the room in a joke, causing him to shoot up on whatever platform he was on and look around in a panic. Indeed, there Phoebe was, her back turned to him as she messed around with metal tools on a table. Isaac had always wanted to wake up next to Phoebe, but not like this- Not when it looked like she was preparing to murder him in cold blood.
"W-Where am I?" Isaac quickly slurred, swinging his feet off of the ledge of the steel table he was on. Phoebe turned around and he noticed a pair of tweezers in her hands, making his anxiety levels rise.
"I'm not going to hurt you." She insisted, raising an eyebrow at him. "You have glass in your skin from the digger, I'm trying to get it out."
"How did I get here?" Isaac continued to panic, eyes searching frantically around the room once again.
Phoebe rolled her eyes, pressing a finger to her temple in an underlying frustration. "Syncope. I brought you back here myself."
Isaac gave her a confused look and she put it blatantly, "You fainted from shock."
"Oh, right," Isaac nodded sarcastically, "I guess I was a little bit surprised to see you nearly killing someone."
"I saved your life." Phoebe snapped, showing Isaac a side of her he'd never once seen. She was always so bubbly and happy, but now, she seemed cold and bossy. "Now, let me do this. Please."
Phoebe reached out a hand to begin lifting his bloody shirt up but he was quick to swipe her hand away, hopping from the table. He immediately regretted it, the aforementioned shards seeping deeper into his skin. Phoebe gave him an "I told you so" look and he huffed out before speaking.
"'Be, is the glass out yet?" Another voice spoke, coming into the room. The man looked oddly familiar to Isaac, but he couldn't quit place his finger on who it was. He had a buzzed beard and dark hair, his body built.
It then clicked in his mind- This was Derek Hale, the senior who's house burnt down, killing their entire family when they were freshmen. Ever since that night, he'd made no occurrences, though there were some speculations on where he was and what he did after the fire. Some students went as far as making rumors saying that he was the one who intentionally started the fire, and from the way he was looking at Isaac with such intensity, he didn't rule out that theory.
