𝐅𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 || Isaac Lahey || Book 2

3.6 Motel California Part Two

Warning: There is some parts of suicide in this chapter. If you don't like reading sad parts, then don't read this chapter.

Third Person P.O.V

We pulled up to a motel, and everyone got off of the bus. They didn't rush, this time Jared didn't throw up again.

"I've seen worse." Scott shrugs off, as he looks at the beat down motel. Stiles and Kaelin looked to him worriedly.

"Where have you seen worse?" Stiles demands. Coach blew his whistle. He was enjoying blowing it too much, since he would blow it any chance he was given. Sometimes, he would blow his whistle just for fun.

"Listen up. The meet's been pushed till tomorrow. This is the closest motel with the most amount of vacancies, and least amount of good judgement when it comes to accepting a bunch of degenerates like yourselves. You'll be pairing up or getting into groups. Choose wisely. And I'll have no sexual perversions perpetrated by you little deviants. Got that? Keep your dirty little hands to your dirty little selves!" Coach exclaims, as he started to pass out the keys.

Kaelin took a key for Lydia, Allison, and I. Stiles and Scott shared a room, and so did Isaac and Boyd. They all went into their separate rooms, and the three of them went into theirs.

"This place creeps me out." Lydia admits. We look around the room, dirt was everywhere. It smelled of drugs. I looked down to my hands, they looked burnt. Kaelin walked backwards in fear.

"Hey you okay?" Allison asks.

"Yeah. I'm fine." Kaelin assures her. What just happened to her?

"I'm going to take a shower." Allison says as she goes into the bathroom.

'Kaelin, this is all your fault. You should have died with them.' A voice says. Kaelin shook in fright.

"Kaelin are you okay?" Lydia asks worriedly. Kaelin ignores her question. Kaelin went over to the table they had in the room, and sat down. She stared at the wall, trying not to hallucinate. Her head was spinning as she saw her hands burnt. She saw Derek, and her dead family.

'You should have died with us! You deserve to die with us!' A family member snarls, 'All you ever do is protect others, but who is protecting you?'

"Last time I saw Scott like that, it was during the full moon." Allison says.

"Yeah, I know. He was definitely a little off with me too. But, actually it was Boyd who was really off. I watched him put his fist through the vending machine." Stiles adds.

"Kaelin seemed a little off too, as if something was scaring her." Allison adds worriedly, "She didn't even notice us leaving."

"See, it is the motel. Either we need to get out of here right now, or someone needs to learn how to do an exorcism a.s.a.p. Before the werewolves go crazy and kill us." Lydia says as she grabs a bible from out of the desk.

"Okay, just hold on, all right? What if it's not just the motel? The number in the office went up by three, right?" Stiles says.

"You mean like three sacrifices?" Allison asks.

"What if this time it's three werewolves?" Stiles asks.

"Scott, Kaelin, and Boyd." Allison declares.

"Maybe we were meant to come here." Stiles says ominously.

"Exactly. So can we get the hell out of here? Please?" Lydia says.

"What about Isaac?" Stiles asks, while Allison takes the bible away from Lydia. "Wait, hang on. Let me see this. What is that?" Stiles gets a bible and opens it up. Taking out the pieces of newspaper from the bible.