Losing Control || Teen Wolf

{ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 9 - ɪᴄᴇ ʙᴀᴛʜ }

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The moment our lips touched my head exploded and that ache in my chest disappeared. Isaac's breathing soon steadied. I pulled out of the kiss and the ache returned. "How did you do that?" He asked panting slightly.

"Lydia mentioned something to me about an article she read about stopping panic attacks. Funnily enough holding your breath is a way to stop it. Since you were really having trouble controlling your breathing, I went another way. So, when I kissed you, you held your breath."

He nodded and smiled gratefully, "Thanks, I'm glad you remembered that." There was a moment of silence and we both stared into each other's eyes. "Is there any way we can get out of here. I don't know how much longer I can stay calm for."

I sighed and sat down beside him, both of our backs up against the wall. "Why aren't you good with tiny spaces?"

"My Dad used to lock me in a freezer." He said bluntly and twiddled his thumbs.

My eyes widened, "He sounds like a dick,"

"Yeah, he really was." He finished and silenced occupied the atmosphere once more. Isaac then suddenly starting rambling to me about his Dad.

I sat there completely and utterly shocked. I had known Isaac for months and yet somehow, I knew nothing about him being claustrophobic or that he had an abusive father. I knew his father had died, but that's all I knew. Was I really that oblivious in our relationship?

"So, are you going to explain to me this yet?" He asked and waved the rose gold paper in front of me.

My eyes fell to the ground, "Okay, I'm just going to summarise this as basic as possible." He nodded, and his blue eyes stared intensely into me. I could see how determined he was to finally figure out why he had no understanding of this letter at all. "Basically, we kind of had a thing and I was going to sacrifice myself to get rid of Peter. I knew you wouldn't want me to, so I got rid of all the memories you had of me. The only memories I left you were that we were acquaintances and that I leant you a black pen in class one time. Other than that, you have no recollection of our history." I rushed out.

The door suddenly burst opened to reveal Stiles, "There you guys are," Isaac jumped up and wasted no time getting out of the constricted space. The three of us walked to lunch and Stiles kept on giving me a stupid smirk and wriggling his brows at me. I rolled my eyes and mouthed to him 'nothing happened'.

We all joined the rest of the gang at the lunch table. Everyone was silent. I assumed it was because I had shown up to the table with Isaac, and I haven't done that since he had his memories. Everyone gave me a confused look, "He knows," I stated, and they all turned to Isaac.

"I know about the memories." He informs everyone, and chatter broke loose. Isaac didn't really speak much. I watched him get so consumed in the conversations. Everyone started trying to figure out ways to get his memory back, but no one knew what to do.

"Wait guys, we don't even know if Isaac wants his memories back." Lydia interrupted everyone. My breath hitched. What if he didn't want the memories back?

The groups heads turned towards the curly headed boy, waiting for him to answer, "Yea, I want them back. There are so many gaps in my head that I can't fill. It's like this annoying hole inside of me, and no matter what I do I can't fill it. I'm so lost and confused. It's this dull pain as well like an-"

"Ache..." I finished for him and he rotated his head towards me.

"Yea, like a dull ache." He cocked his head to the side and I gave him a small smile. "It's not only that, I keep showing up places."