Scisaac Shots

Tears

By:ThePirateHawk on Archive of Our Own
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Isaac couldn't do this anymore.
He couldn't deal with it.
He felt the tears swimming in his eyes as he gasped for air, unable to control himself. He grabbed at anything around him, panicking. He was breaking down. The calm facade he had delicately put up when around the pack was crumbling.
Please don't lock me in the freezer again, Dad.
Shut the fuck up, Isaac.
Flashes of past memories drove at him full force. Gasps for air weren't enough. He couldn't get any oxygen. Tears sparkled in his eyes even more frequently than before. He tried to stumbled forward but only succeeded in falling down. He needed something to anchor him. Or he was going to die here of a panic attack. Sad for a werewolf to die like that.
"Scott!"
Isaac hadn't even known he was going to scream the tan boy's name until he already had. This was followed by anxious gasps of air, even more than before. 
"Dad, what did I do?" Isaac asked desperately as he pushed himself back against the corner of the wall, eyes widened with fear.
"That's a stupid fucking question, Isaac. But why am I surprised? Fucking stupid people ask stupid things. Is that why you can even hold a stable high B in class, you dip-shit?" His father rambled darkly, stepping towards him, throwing a glass at him.
"I'm sorry." Isaac whimpered, shielding himself back against the wall more, glass shattering on him. A few shards stuck in his skin, making him shakily look at his arm, where a particularly large piece of glass was stuck in the back of his wrist. He looked back up at his father, seeing him coming closer. "Stay away!" Isaac screamed, kicking and thrashing as his father grabbed him by the hair. He thrashed still, panicking. He knew where his father was going to take him.
The basement.
Isaac was gasping still, bringing his knees to his chest as tears streaked down his cheeks. His eyes were open but glassy, as if he were dead already. He looked terrified and lost. He let out another petrified screech.
"Dad, please stop!" Isaac screamed, banging his hands on the sides of his head now. "Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop.." He continued repeating this one word, between shaky sobs. He wanted his father to leave him alone. He started sobbing grossly and shaking all over as he slipped in and out of reality. He still continued repeating that one phrase, begging for his father to stop. It went from a pained whisper to screaming to back to pained murmuring.
"Isaac, I'm home—" Scott's cheery voice stopped abruptly when he picked up on Isaac's pain. He ran upstairs immediately, not caring about anything except Isaac at the moment. Scott almost broke down into tears himself when he saw his boyfriend huddled in the corner of the room, several knocked down and broken things strewn across the room from when he probably had tried to walk but lost control of himself.
Scott ran forward to Isaac, grabbing his wrists firmly, looking into his eyes. "Isaac. Isaac." He said to him, trying to anchor him. Only the good Lord knew what the poor teenager was experiencing.
Isaac was gasping still, but not as intense. Until another one hit him.
Isaac was eating dinner. He was sitting across from his father. He quietly was nursing his broken arm that had snapped when Isaac's father threw him down the stairs to the basement. The sickening thing was that he knew his son's arm was broken, but he just dragged him by said broken arm and threw him in the freezer anyways.
He even made sure to put Isaac's arm in there in the wrong position.
Isaac had screamed and banged his good arm against the top and sides of the freezing, begging desperately for his father to let him out.
He looked at his father quietly from across the table, knowing what he was about to bring up.
"I got a call from the school today."
Those words were damning.
"Mrs. Morrell says you broke into tears when she gave you your report card. She said you were begging that you were sorry and you would fix it. Embarrassed the hell out of me." Isaac's father snarled as he dropped his fork on the plate with a small clatter.
"I- Dad- I-" Isaac was trying to think of something to say to make his father less angry. He felt tears prick his eyes. "Please don't lock me in the basement."
Mr. Lahey ignored his son's begging statement and stammering. "She told me you said you broke your arm in Lacrosse, but Finstock said you did no such thing. How fucking stupid are you, Isaac? If they find out, I swear to God, you're going to pay. And you won't be able to tell anyone anything then." He snapped, eyes blazing.
"Dad, I'm-"
"Don't give me your pointless, useless apologies, Isaac. All you do is make things worse. You're the reason Camden left. If you had never been born, maybe we would all be happier." He snapped, cutting Isaac off. "Why were you even crying over your report card, Isaac? Because you fucking failed something? Like you fail everything?"
"I.. I got a C in math." Isaac's voice was barely above a whisper.
"You what? Speak up when you're speaking to me!" His father practically roared.
"I got a C in math." His voice trembled slightly but he spoke louder.
"I think this deserves a trip to the basement, don't you, Isaac?"
"No- No, Dad, please. Please don't. Please. I'm sorry. I'll do better! I'll do better!" Isaac started to hyperventilate.
"Shut up."
"I'll do better- I will do better. I'll talk about tutoring- I-" Isaac scrambled to find the right words.
"I said.. SHUT UP!"
"I promise I'll do better. I will do better. I promise I'll do better. Please don't lock me in the freezer." Phrases similar to these flew out of Isaac's mouth, and his vision was blurred by tears. But he tried to focus on what he was looking at. He wasn't alone anymore in the bedroom.
Scott McCall was crouched in front of him, hands holding his wrists to keep him from hitting himself in the head repetitively like he was doing earlier.
"I promise.. I promise I'll do better.." He couldn't help but continue to whisper these things.
"Isaac Lahey, look at me. Not around the room, look at me. Just me, okay? I'm right here." Scott said firmly but warmly to Isaac, releasing his wrists slowly. Once he made sure Isaac wasn't going to start beating himself again, he wrapped his arms around Isaac. He rested one hand on the back of his neck and gently slipped his fingers in the base of Isaac's scalp, massaging small little circle patterns with his fingers. The other arm was wrapped around Isaac fully, hand spread on the side of his stomach, rubbing gently and slowly.
Isaac's gasping breaths that were choking himself slowed. He slowly became more aware of where he was. The fact the love of his life was holding onto him in the middle of his- or their- bedroom slowly sunk in. He suddenly let out a shaky sob, burying his face in the crook of Scott's neck. This was were being a werewolf came into play. He buried his nose into Scott's scent glands on the side of his neck, breathing in his mate's scent. He slowly calmed, but still was shaking and whimpering, clinging to Scott like he were a lifeline.
"I will never ever let anybody hurt you like that ever again, baby." Scott murmured in his boyfriend's ear soothingly. Isaac nestled against his boyfriend, and slowly more welcome memories flooded his mind at the warm scent of his boyfriend.
"Isaac, what flavor do you want?" Scott asked with his boyish puppy-like look. "I'm paying."
"I want to pay, Scott-"
"Uh-uh. Scarf-wearing boyfriends aren't allowed to pay for ice cream." Scott grinned and pecked Isaac's lips, playing with his scarf before he pulled back. "Now what flavor do you want?"
Isaac ignored the uncomfortable or disgusted looks from a few people, just smiling at Scott. "You're too good to me." He shook his head.
Scott hummed happily. "Let me guess.. your favorite ice cream flavor is mint chocolate chip?" Scott grinned.
"How did you know?" Isaac asked with a smile.
"What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't know my darling's favorite ice cream flavor?" Scott winked. "Besides, before we started dating, I may or may not have been lowkey following you."
"Scott McCall." Isaac blushed, likely smacking his shoulder. "Stalker. Your name should be Scott McStalker." Isaac mused.
Scott laughed.
"As much as I love to see you two soulmates lovingly converse, we have two homophobes behind y'all and I really don't want them to ruin your moment." The woman behind the counter, a light skinned girl with dark brown hair in a bun smiled at the two. "Oh no, look, they left. Whatever will I do." She mocked as the two mentioned grumpily stomped out. "So, what will you two be having?"
"I'll be getting-"
"Chocolate. Chocolate is your favorite." Isaac burst out, before he sheepishly smiled.
"You see this kid?" Scott motioned to him. "He's like this everyday." He snickered.
"Like what? I'm innocent." Isaac batted his eyelashes.
"You two are way too cute. I don't think it's healthy." The woman behind the counter shook her head.
"My innocent boy right here is going to have mint chocolate chip." Scott finished the order. "Also, can I get your name?"
"Okay. I'll get that right up for you." She smiled. "I'm Donut."
"You're who now?"
"Donut. My real name is Bella."
"Oh, I was about to have a heart attack. I thought your parents named you Donut." Isaac let out a breath, hand on his chest.
Donut laughed. She scooped their ice cream before handing it to them.
Isaac quickly slipped a ten dollar bill in the tip jar when Scott wasn't looking. "Shh, don't tell him I paid any money or he'll strangle me." Isaac mumbled to Donut before happily walked off with Scott, who handed him a ten dollar bill innocently.
"Werewolf hearing, babe."

"That's it, Isaac. Calm down, baby. I'm here. I got you. I'm right here. I'm always gonna be right here for you." Scott cooed softly. "Wether I'm in person or not."
"I l-like i-it a lot b-better w-when y-you're in p-person." Isaac stammered quietly to him.
Little did either boy know, Melissa McCall was standing in the doorway, watching her son and his boyfriend. She had a grim expression on her face.
"M-Melissa?" Isaac caught her scent when he lifted his head, looking at her with round blue eyes.
"Hey, Isaac. All I have to say is that your father is lucky he is dead, because if he wasn't, I'd kill him myself."
Scott looked over at his mother with a bewildered expression.
"And I'd get away with it, too. Because you're such a sweet boy, Isaac. Sure, you're sassy sometimes, but that's just a part of you. I wouldn't have it any other way." Her expression softened more. "And.. and you make my son happy, Isaac. He's definitely changed."
"I'm right here, Mom."
"Good, I'm glad you're hearing this. Isaac, you can count on me whenever you need something. If Scott isn't here, and you feel like one of your attacks are coming on, come straight to me. I'm not Scott, but I care about you. A lot, Isaac. You're like a second son." Melissa said softly.
Isaac smiled. "Thank you, Melissa." He said softly, eyes watering.
Except this time, they were tears of joy.