Fighter | Book 2

3.9 The Girl Who Knew Too Much Part Two

Isaac's P.O.V

I could see the sadness on her face, as she saw her father snap her grandmother's neck. She resisted touching me, even talking to me. I was just happy she was safe. I couldn't bear if she was hurt. Her face when I hurt the hunter, when I nearly killed him... I don't know- It felt as if something broke me. She never wanted me to be hurting people, she asked me not to but I did it anyway.

I liked her. She was my mate, and I'd do anything to protect her. Stiles filled her in on everything, on what Allison and I found, the patterns. Scott told me about what happened in the locker room, where Cora attacked Aiden. How she got injured for trying to help her friends, her family. This is all what's going to happen to her. She's going to get hurt for protecting her friends and family. She would be stubborn about it, no matter what no one could convince her otherwise.

Kaelin's P.O.V

"Lydia really, you don't have to do this." I tell her. My wounds have already nearly healed, but I was staying with Lydia. More like living with her and her mom.

"Now that you are living with me because of your conflicts with others I dare say, I must take care of you." Lydia declares, throwing another blanket over me.

Stiles had brought me over to Lydia's. Lydia was open to having me live with her, her best friend. She was happy to be able to see me every day. I hadn't talked at all when Stiles drove me to Lydia's, my scars were healing but I still didn't want to talk to anyone.

I saw my dad kill my grandmother. I can't shake that off. The sight of her dead body, me being too weak to stop it.

"Hey!" Lydia says snapping her fingers. I looked back up at her. "Are you okay Kaelin?"

"I-I watched him. I-I watched him do it." I say with tears streaming down my face. "H-He killed her in front of me." Lydia took a seat next to me on the bed.

"Kaelin, out of everything and everyone who has been through all of this. You've been through the worst of it. You've survived the kanima, hunters, sadness. And you made it through, you made it through to support all of us. To help all of us. What your father did was terrifying and I wouldn't make it if I saw someone I cared about die." Lydia says, "For God's sake, you were just tortured by a hunter because of her. But, that doesn't mean that you don't care because you do." Lydia was one of the people who truly knew me. "You care too much. You say it's a problem, but I say it's a gift because caring is hard to do. Risking your heart opening up to know that you could lose someone again." She lets out a sigh and looks down. "You know I usually don't go on like this." I nod. "You're my best friend, and if the only thing I can do to help you is by you living with me then of course I'm going to go with it." I pulled her into a hug, not caring about my injuries.

"Thanks I really needed that." I say.

"No, thank you." Lydia says smiling, "It's harder to gossip on the phone." I smiled up at her. No one would ever understand Lydia. She is a caring, intelligent, beautiful person and she only admits it and lets it out with the people closest to her.

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A scream echoed throughout the school, and I ran to find the source. I found Lydia in an empty classroom writing something on the blackboard. She stumbled backwards as she caught sight on what she wrote. I went over to her side, and pulled her into a reassuring hug.

"What's wrong?" I ask her.

"He's gone." Lydia declares, as she holds a piece of chalk. "He's been taken. He's the next sacrifice."

"Who?" I ask her. Ms. Blake ran into the room worried about what had happened. She probably heard the scream as well.

"What's going on?" Ms. Blake asks tiredly.