Heaven Or Hell -Theo Raeken

Prologue

Isaac comes into the house in tears; rushing around a madman. He wouldn't say a word to me, and it was beginning to terrify me.

A sob racks his body as he pushes past me into his room.

"Isaac, please! What's happening?" Tears fill my eyes, while I watch my brother begin to messily throw things into a suitcase. I was panicking, were we going somewhere?

He froze, gripping the bed, he split the wood of his bed frame with his werewolf strength, and still wouldn't answer. I'm afraid to know what it took to make him fall apart like this. I grab his shaking frame and spin him around to face me.

"Isaac. what happened?" I whisper, gazing up, our teary eyes met. His hold a sense of brokenness that I haven't seen in them in months; something that faded around the time that Allison came into his life.

"She's gone," he cries, "They-they killed her."

Terror flared in my chest, and my heart beat began to race. The terror was not for me; not my own life; no, it never was, because I was always on the side lines. It was for my friends, who were always putting their lives on the line to protect everyone else; the McCall Pack.

"Who? Isaac, who did they kill?!" My voice began to raise, I couldn't afford to lose another friend; not now, not ever.

"Allison-they killed Allison."

The roaring waves in my ears threaten to drown me. The pain and heartbreak that was caused by those three little words is indescribable. My friend-My bestfriend was gone. My brother's girlfriend; Scott's first love; Lydia's-practically-sister, was dead.

Isaac turns away from me, and returns to his rushed packing. I was lost on a whirlwind of chaos.

"What? No-She can't be-What are you-," I cut myself off with realization. Isaac was leaving. Correction, Isaac was leaving me.

I could barely comprehend my own thoughts. My breathing became labored, and hot tears stream down my face.

"Isaac, no. Please you can't-you can't leave me like this," I pleaded, watching my older brother zip up his suitcase, "Not like everyone else has. Mom, Camden, Dad, Aiden, and now Allison! I can't lose you too." My voice cracks towards the end.

It is crazy to think that just hours ago Isaac and I were watching Pocahontas together, while eating our weight in pizza. And now...And now my whole world has crumbled in a matter of minutes.

"Livvy, I have too. I can't handle all of," He gestures wildly around him, "this."

I briefly notice how he avoids pointing towards me, even though we both know that the 'this' that he can't handle, is actually me.

I stumble towards the door frame, even I'm not sure if it was to block Isaac's exit, or for support for my buckling knees.

He began walking towards me; walking towards the door. He pushes past me again.

"Isaac, please!" I sob, clutching his arm, begging for some form of reassurance that my last bit of family would stay with me. That he wouldn't abandon me.

Isaac continues to walk, pulling me along with him, and eventually he got fed up with it. Roughly throwing his should back and not realizing his own enhanced strength, he flings me away from him, unfortunately I had lost my footing and trip; roughly slamming into the wall. But Isaac ignored my whimpering and the sickening thud my head made when it made contact with the drywall, and I ignored the flashes of pain flaring out from the back of my skull.

"It's already decided, Olivia. I'm leaving. And you can't come." His voice was stern, and reminded me far to much of my father; there was once a time when my father was a good man, but now he belongs in the section of my life I wish to forget. Not that my scars allow much of that.

I remain on the ground, not trusting my legs to hold me of I were to stand back up.

And I watch as my brother; my only family walks out the door and leaves me behind.

Please don't leave me here. I begged in my mind.

He kept walking.

Please don't leave me alone.

He opened the door.

Please don't leave me this broken.

He left, and closed the door behind him.

I laid there one the cold hallway floor for what could have been hours. Sobbing and clutching two pictures to my chest. One of Isaac and I at the park when we were little, before my mom and brother died; before my life became hell. And the second one of Allison and I eating ice cream together; laughing, and smiling like we were immortals, and that the world would never end. Two memories that were once happy, but now only held a cold, painful sense of loss. Two bonds broken; one through death. The second through betrayal.

Eventually Scott found me. His eyes puffy and red as well. He claimed that I would be staying with them for a while; that that's what Isaac thought was best for me. I didn't complain; I didn't even utter a word as he slid down the wall next to me, and held me as we both cried our hearts out.

That day changed my life; maybe for the worse, maybe for the better; I might never know. But it changed, nevertheless. And now things are different, and I know that they'll never be the same. The pack and I have gotten closer, I have become an actual member now; always surrounded with supernatural drama. But even them, I keep them distant. Afraid that one day, they'll leave me too; rather it be willingly or not. I've built walls around me so high, that I don't think anyone can climb them.

Surrounded by people, but I am still alone.