Teen wolf imagines

Isaac - Thank you...

Stiles' POV
"Hi." A voice said, rushes from inside the police station. "Hi, how can I help you?" Parrish smiled.

"I got a call, from the sheriff asking me to come in and I don't really kn-know why." She stuttered, obviously flustered.
"Over here." My dad called for her. She walked over hastily. "Take a seat."

"Miss L/N, right?" He asked, and she nodded. "We have something to talk to you about." She sat on the chair in front of my dads desk.
"I haven't done anything right? Because my dad will kill me." She chuckled nervously.

"Actually, that's what we wanted to talk to you about." I inputted, my dad shot me a 'not the time' look and I sat back down.

"What do you mean?" She asked, confused.

"Y/N, We received a complaint from an anonymous caller. The tip informed us off a loud commotion that took place last night and it seemed to be coming from your residence." My dad began. At this she looked down.

"We also received a report from a worried teacher. They believe that somethings happening at home." He added, then he sat next to her.

"If she's right, you can tell us. You'd be under our full protection and I promise you, you'd be safe." She looked up.

"If your saying you think my dad is hurting me, your wrong." She snapped.
"Alright, But if something's wrong, your safe here. Okay? There's no pressure, we can help you."

"I don't need your help." She stood up, "If that's everything, I'm late for dinner." She walked out of the room and passed Parrish.

"I don't know what to do." My dad huffed.
"I've got an idea." I began to explain my plan.

- The next day/ At the station-

Isaacs POV

I walked through the doors, saying 'hey' to Parrish as I passed. Then I headed for Stilinski's office.

"Thanks for coming, Isaac." The Sherrie spoke as I sat down across from the girl.

"It's not a problem."

They left the room and I turned to the girl. "Hey, I'm Isaac."
"Y/N." She mumbled. "What- exactly am I doing here?" She asked.

"When I was ten years old, my mother left me and my dad. I haven't seen her since. After she dies my father blamed me. And every time I did the slightest thing wrong, he would hit me, or throw things at me. Or lock me in a freezer in the basement until morning."

"I'm sorry to hear that." She whispered as her voice cracked slightly. I saw the tear drop down her face. "I need to hear your story." I added.

She looked down to her hands, "I don't know what your talking about."

"I know he hurts you. You do what I used to do. You sent the accusations, avoid eye contact and keep your voice low. All because your afraid that if your break, you'll be hurt again." I met her eyes. They were beautiful.

"I won't make you do anything, but this is my number." I handed her a piece of paper.
"Use it off you want to talk. I promise you, I'll pick up." She smiled slightly at my words and nodded. "Thanks." She whispered.

We stood and she exited the station.

-The next day/ At school-

I stood in the hallway, talking to Kira, Scott, Stiles and Malia. We were discussing our plan to bring Liam to the lake house when I noticed Y/N pass by.

"I'll be back in a sec." I said quickly, walking over to her. Last night she had in fact used my number.

We messaged all night, as we talked about ourselves. Then in a panic she said she had to go. I knew all too well what that meant.

"Hey." I smiled as I walked up to her. She stopped and pushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Hey." She grinned, a genuine smile.

"What happened last night? You left so quickly." I asked, holding onto my phone, before putting it away.

"I sorta... walked out on my dad. I packed my things into a bag and got the bus to my aunts."

"Really?"
"Yeah. All thanks to you, by the way. You convinced me to try."
"I'm glad I could help."
"You wouldn't.. happen to want to go get pizza with me? Would you?"
"I would love you- that! I would love that." I corrected, stupidly covering my mistake.
"Okay, so text me." She blushed. Then walked up to gently kiss my cheek. "Thank you, Isaac."

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