Blood Lust And Love

Chapter 4

DarkBeauty357

Isaac woke up the next morning in his comfortable bedroom suit. That was the only good thing about his day. The comfort of his bed reminded him of his mother. The only one that truly loved him.

Every day he'd said lay in his bed until eight o'clock reminiscing of the days with his mother.

She was a little blonde with green eyes; if anything Isaac knew that she looked a lot like Leah Knine. Thinking about her made him mad and jealous. Kai was the main cause of his anger. He was always just so perfect with his perfect little family. They probably ate meals every day when he had to starve most days, and they were probably touched with a loving hand by their mother when he was touched by the scolding hand of his father. It made him mad that even with Kai's disability that his family accepted him, and his own father couldn't even except him when he was normal.

He didn't really hate Kai, Isaac envied him. He wanted everything he had. He just wanted to feel the love, protection, and safely that Kai received unconditionally.

The first day that Isaac had met Kai in school, when he destroyed his sketchbook and insulted Kai and his family, he felt bad about what he did and he truly regretted it. But throughout the years, when he ran into Kai in public, at Alpha banquets, and at cross-pack parties that came once a year, Isaac couldn't help himself but be mean to Kai. He wanted to be nice sometimes, but the anger buildup inside of him exploded every time he was around him.

Isaac closed his eyes for a quick minute trying to forget it all.

He had thirty minutes until eight, but when he woke up he found that he dozed off for more than that. It was eight-fifteen in the morning and he knew he was in big trouble. In a flash, with big eyes of fear Isaac ran downstairs to greet his father in the kitchen.

His house was huge and his mother was held joy in every room, but now the walls were cracked from years of neglect, and beer bottles and cigars were scattered across the kitchen. Everyone seemed to be physically darker even in broad daylight.

He looked at his father, who looked back at him with anger in his eyes as he took a drag of his cigar.

Isaac's throat tightened, his chest constricted, and his heart raced. Small beads of sweat dropped from his face and he begged for mercy, "Father I was up I swear!"

"Save it you piece of shit!" His father roared which shut Isaac up. "Why can't you do shit on time. I let you stay in this house for free. All I ask is for you do get up at eight a.m to clean this house and make me breakfast. And you can't even do that. Just like you couldn't even protect your mother. You just cowardly stayed there like a little bitch!" His father yelled.

Isaac felt his throat sting at the mention of his mother. Isaac, who was around the same age as Peyton, was almost in tears. His mother was really a weak spot for him. Isaac thought he was worthless every time his father brought her up. It was true though. It was his fault his mother was dead because Isaac was too weak to fight at the time.

He remembered it clearly every day because it always came back in his dreams to haunt him.

When Isaac was five, he and his mother were going out for a run, then they were attacked by rogues. Isaac and his mother fought them both, truly that night Isaac showed more bravery than his father ever had. To prove it, one of the rogues left with half an ear and the other left with his tail missing. Those were damages done by Isaac at only five. The problem was that the rogues were targeting the Luna of the pack and they had succeeded. When his mother died, his father changed slowly every day.

"Are you fucking listening to me?" His father snapped.

"I'm sorry!" Isaac fell to the ground and bowed to him. He only spaced out for a couple of seconds.