Contingency~TW/TO~ Lahey

Chapter 5: No Booze, No Problem

After adjusting ourselves from our encounter with the three Alpha's, Scott exits the premises to head home and catch up on some studying for a test we have tomorrow in Harris' class, and Isaac and I walk alongside each other through the parking lot silently.

My mind is clouded with ways on how to bring up my concerns for the wolf next to me. My urges to yell at him are strong because we have already had this discussion. But that's not how I want to approach him with anything. Yes, he is a young adult and should be able to make his own decisions, but not when those decisions could end his very life. 

"Isaac," I start and place my hand upon his chest to stop him in place. Taking a mental breath, I compose myself before continuing, "Explain to me what that was back there?"

"Explain what?" he asks confused as to what I'm getting at. I release my hand from his sculpted body and take a step back to look up into his eyes. I take in how his eyebrows furrow and create wrinkles on his forehead and how his blue eyes search mine for answers.

"That," I answer, gesturing to the school entrance we exited from moments ago. "Three times today, Isaac. Three times you allowed your emotions to control your judgment. This morning on the trail, and don't you dare think for a second I was oblivious to what you planned to do when you rushed out of Harris' classroom."

"I didn't touch him," he defends.

"But you yearned to," I backfire, my voice louder than needed. "You wanted to find him and beat him to a bloody pulp. And do not deny it because the murderous look in your eyes said it all, Isaac."

He turns his gaze onto the parking lot, his jaw stiff and voice cold, "And what about what they did to me? You want me to just sit back and accept whatever they throw at me? Is that it?"

"They will pay for what they did," I say truthfully, my tone matching his, "But they are not who I am worried about right now. You shouldn't have gone after them alone knowing they are stronger than you. Knowing that they wanted you to chase them. You didn't think, you just did. And that's going to be your reckoning."

"So I can't go out and fight," he argues. "But you can?"

"You can't heal like I can, Isaac!" I shout, clarifying my worry and point of this argument. "I don't want to see you hurt."

"I know, Renee," he clarifies, his voice still holding a sternness to it. "You've gotta stop thinking I'm your brother."

I'm taken aback by his words. What does any of this have to do with Kol? I'm talking about him and his idiotic choices, not my brothers. Why did he feel the need to bring my brother into this at the most randomness of times?

Since Kol's death, Isaac would try to pressure me into talking about him. A hesitant question here and there as time goes by, but why can't he understand that I don't want to relish in old memories or accept that I have nothing to offer Kol? Why can't he just leave it be? I know I've discussed him in the past, but as time went by I stopped. I couldn't talk about him anymore without wanting to break down and I still feel that way. I had hope that I would see my brother again one day, but soon, that too died. All my hard work of searching for ways to resurrect my brother has failed and I don't know what else to do. I can't go off searching for a witch that can potentially know Niklaus and they run off to inform him like the scared minions they are.

I toss Isaac the keys to my car, "Here."

"Renee-"

"I'm going for a walk," I tell him as I turn to walk away

I turned on my heels and head in the opposite direction of Isaac without another glance. I want to take a break from this conversation. I'm not mad at him, though. A little upset, yes, but I just want some time to myself after being reminded of my brother. I know Isaac isn't Kol, but in ways they are similar. Kol loved playing with Death and now look at him. The only reason it took this long was that only one weapon can kill an Original. Isaac isn't like that and if he keeps going down the same path he did, it won't be long till the consequences consume him.