This May Hurt (Teen Wolf)

Chapter 38

I look everywhere for him, frantically turning my head every which in a desperate such for Isaac. I'm running down the hallway like a madwoman looking for him, but my I can't seem to find him anywhere!

My mind is reeling as I search. Isaac was abused? And by his father. The mere thought makes my stomach churn. Abuse is almost the worst thing that can ever happen to a person next to rape and murder. And it wasn't even just abuse, but he would get locked in a freezer. My mind flashes to a young Isaac screaming his head off, begging his father to release him from his prison.

I shake my head, trying to rid my terrible thoughts, but my mind keeps running.

Who is Emily and what does she have to do with anything? Stiles told me about what Isaac did to Scott and Allison, but not about this Emily. What happened to no secrets between us? My guilt quickly slips away at the instant thought. I may have some secrets, but Stiles does to.

I feel like I've been searching this place forever. I stop for a rest of running around and lean against the lockers, catching my breath.

I'm almost about to give up and go back to the cafeteria when I hear soft sobbing from around the corner. I quickly gather myself and run around there corner and there is where I find him.

The sight before my eyes almost makes me grovel on the floor. Isaac sits on the ground, cross-legged. His head is in his hands and I can clearly hear his soft sobs. It breaks my heart to see him, or really anyone, like this. He looks so small, so fragile from the tall, strong boy I've always seen him as.

I slowly walk up to him and stop once I'm only a few feet away from his convulsed body. "Isaac?", I say softly.

His head jerks up at the sound of my voice and he looks up at me. Tear stream are so visible all over his face. His eyes and nose are red and you can see how completely broken he is by this one look.

I slowly slide down to my knees beside him, scooting as close to him as I possibly can. But as I scoot closer he shoves himself away from me.

"No, stop! I don't want you to see me like this.", he cries as he throws his head back into his hands.

My heart aches for him. For this boy who has been tortured leaving him in only pieces that he himself can barley pick up.

I sigh and scoot closer to him. Before he has the chance to move again, I quickly grab is hands from his head, forcing him to look at me. The sadness and hurt in his eyes is enough to make me feel my own eyes begin to fill.

"Please don't cry over me.", he says.

"I'm sorry. I just- I don't even know how you could and even can possibly deal with this.", I say as the tears begin to stream down my face.

He reaches up and wipes me tears.

"It doesn't happen anymore.", he says quietly.

"What you mean?"

He looks up at the ceiling and closes his eyes for a moment, as if gathering his energy. Finally, he opens his eyes and looks at me.

"My father wasn't always that way.", he begins to tell me. "He used to be a really happy man. He used to smile all the time. I remember when I was a little kid, he would take me out almost everyday to the park and we would play baseball together. He was so happy, so full of life. Than my mother got sick.", he continues, his voice beginning to shake. "She had breast cancer; it was a severe case. The doctors tried almost everything they could, but in the end, the cancer won. My father was devastated. I had never seen him so down, so broken, almost in pieces. My father loved my mother to pieces and when she died, it was like he took a piece of him with her. He locked himself in his room for days. He wouldn't speak to anybody, not even me. One day, he finally came out. I remember running to him, wanting to hug him, but when I saw the look in his eyes, I stopped. My father used to have this golden glow in his eyes, you know. Like you could see what true happiness was just by looking into his eyes. But when I looked at them then and now, it's no longer there. It's like a never ending black hole in his eyes. All you can see is darkness. Anyway, when he looked around the house, it was a mess. I had family come in and out trying to get my father out of his room while trying to console me so the place looked pretty bad. I was only around 5 at the time, so cleaning up wasn't really in my little brain just yet. But when he saw the mess he just got so...angry. He started calling me a good for nothing son and that my mother would have hated to see the house like this and it was all my fault. Than he..." His voice was so shaky, it took him a minute to collect him self. "He...he hit me. He just charged at me and swung at me, right across the face. And it wasn't a slap; it was a punch. That was the first time my father ever hit me. He never even spanked me, not even when I was bad. I was so shocked that I just sat there on the ground, staring at him. That only seemed to make him more mad, so he beat the mess out of me. Calling me weak, pathetic, a no good excuse for a son. The rage, the anger. I was screaming at him to stop; asking him why he was doing this to me, his son. Than out of no where, he just stopped beating me. I thought it was over but I was wrong, far from wrong. He grabbed me and carried me into the basement. We had this old freezer that broke down. He told me to get in. I refused him. He got so angry. I couldn't even see a hint of my father anymore. He was a completely different man. He threw me into the freezer. Than, he said something that I will never forget. Before he closed the freezer, he looked down and told me I was the reason my mother died. That it was all my fault. Still to this day I will never know why he said that, but I know it hurt more than every beating I've ever received. Than he closed it, and locked it. He left me in there for 6 hours. After that, it was the same routine almost everyday. I would always do something to make him mad and he would always beat me than leave me in the freezer. As I grew older, the beating would get harder and freezer time would get longer. I tried to fight back a couple of times, but that only made things worse. There was a time when he left me in there for about 2 days. He ended all contact with my other family members, so there was really no one to help me. He told if I ever told anyone what he does to me, that he would actually kill me before he went to jail. So I was by myself. All by myself.", he shutters as he finished.