Because I Trust You(Isaac Lahey)|Completed|

Chapter Fifteen

After I left the school, I drove to the small park and dug out my cell phone. I pulled the car up beside the curb and sent a quick text to Stiles, asking where they took Lydia. I know that they wouldn't leave Lydia at the school and plus I could feel it.
My phone sang its jingle; Stiles said that they took her to Scott's house, even though he isn't even home. I quickly told him that I'd meet them there.
The phone plunked beside me and I sighed loudly, hands massaging my temples. I rested my elbows against the steering wheel.
What am I supposed to do? The nightmares have been worsening, Derek is completely convinced that Lydia is the Kanima and I have Isaac to watch over. It's hard to get things across to Isaac when Derek is around. It's like he has to impress him or something. I don't get it.
I turned the key and felt the car turn over once, then it happily rumbled to life.
Once pulled onto the road again, I drove past a few town houses in thought. I started to feel funny; my body was all tingly, my nose felt frozen and I could see black splotches in my vision. Fear struck me, but I couldn't stop driving. My grip on the wheel started trembling and my knuckles were turning white. I glanced in the mirror and my face was flushed as white as a ghost. My grey and blue eyes were terrified.
For a moment, it felt like I was outside of my body. I opened my eyes swiftly, I am outside of my body. Or at least I am watching myself without any control of my actions.
I feel powerless, my body just continues to drive down the highway like nothing is wrong. I'm even whistling quietly to myself. What is happening?!
Finally, I felt a rush in the air. My eyes connected with the road and I'm looking from in my body. I'm back. What just happened?
I pulled the car up into a drive way, I'm not sure which though. I climbed out and locked the doors. My head turned to see the old, burnt and vacant Hale house. The pebbled driveway found new life, weeds and grass have taken over almost completely. New shrubs and plants have grown all around the house since the last time I was here in the day light. But the main thing that I'm wondering is, why am I here? I'm supposed to be at Scott's house. Not in front of this pile of old bricks and materials. The main level is mainly intact, the roof and second level all burnt, opening the bottom level. The door frame is even still there. I've never really known this place. But it still reminds me of when the Sirens brought me here when I was younger. The sorrow, pain and fear crashed down on me. I didn't drive here. I didn't want this.
My mind yelled to me.
Get.
Out.
Now.
I turned and unlocked the car, but my legs wouldn't move where I wanted. My body reluctantly moved towards the house, walking with shaky hands. My legs took me inside and down a set of stairs. I was fighting the tears away, but I couldn't stop the one that streamed down my cheek. Help, I silently cried. Help.
The wooden steps were molded, but still usable. They creaked under my weight. The boots on my feet lightly clanked on the cement floor. I think I'm in a cellar, but there's no guarantee. The lighting is dim down here, but my wolf sight makes it simple to see. Any normal person would only see pure blackness.
I was brought to the north wall, a strange carving captured my attention. Unexpectedly, my fingers gently grazed the design in the concrete wall. There's a small stick figure in between two taller ones and they're holding hands. A squiggly arrow leads to an S. what does this mean? So many questions and mysteries are swirling in my head, but I do know that I'm drawn to it with an enigmatic force.
Kill him.
Kill Derek and all of this will be over.
The taunting began, causing me to cover my ears with my hands to flush them out.
Just do it.
The smooth voice brought back the temptations. It's right; if I kill Derek, then I won't be haunted anymore. That's all the voice ever wanted. That's all the Siren ever wanted.
"No!" I yelled forcefully, pulling my hands away and running up the steps. I held my breath to avoid smelling the Siren fumes, to avoid being reminded of my past. The creaking of the steps echoed and my foot broke through one, right down the middle of it. I shrieked quietly and regained myself, running all the way and out the door.
The fresh air hit me once I was crouched on the grass, clutching my body together. The tears swam like a tsunami tide in my eyes. I began to sob uncontrollably, head pressed against my knees. Why does this have to happen to me?!
It felt like hot hands were closing around my windpipe, making me sputter and choke down the trembles. My whole body shook violently, fighting off the distress and emotion.
Get up.
My head snapped up to the sound of a new voice. It was soft and gentle like velvet, there wasn't any force or alarm. I found warmth from it. The hot hands loosened their grip. I looked all around me, thinking that someone had saw me run out and cry my eyes away. But nobody was there.
Don't cry anymore, child. Regain your strength.
There it is again. I'm not imaging it, the voice really is there. It has to be.
The tone and octave sounded like a woman, it reminded me of someone. I just didn't know who.
I wiped my eyes and cheeks, my legs straightened out and I gazed into the trees. Everything was still. I wanted the voice to come back and tell me what to do, but nothing.
After a few minutes, I realized that the sun had set and the stars were gleaming brightly. I couldn't smell Sirens and I couldn't hear anything else besides the normal sounds of night.
My brain raced for reasoning, but all that popped up was my agreement to Stiles. Lydia. Kanima. Derek.
I completely forgot!
I ran to the car and got in, started the car and drove off. I took steep breaths as I left, going onto the highway. Nothing happened, I reassured myself. Nothing.

*
I parked the car behind Scott's house because Derek and Boyd were standing across the road from his front door. I didn't want them to see me betray them and go against Derek's orders. I don't know how he'd handle it. Erica and Isaac are already inside, trying to get to Lydia. It's the dead of night now, the owls call and the bugs chirp. The moon is masked by spooky clouds, giving me a bone-chilling feeling.
My silent feet hurried across the back lawn and I busted open the back door. Even from outside I could hear Isaac snarling and tearing the house apart. I couldn't see or hear Erica, but I could smell her. The zipper on my ankle boots quietly clanked and jangled with my every step. I sucked in air and crept down the hall on the first floor. I sensed Isaac on my left, his low and quiet growl told me that he was attacking someone. Stiles.
My blood boiled and I felt the adrenaline pumping through my veins.
My shoulder turned the corner and I saw Isaac throw a side table across the room, forcing it to smash into a glass object. The sounds echoed in my ears. Stiles was huddled against the wall, trying to remain small and protect himself. Isaac is fully shifted, giving him even more power. His throat rumbled with a forceful roar. What he is trying to do is make Stiles spill the beans on Lydia's whereabouts. Stilinski won't budge that easily.
I interrupted Isaac's roar with my own, throwing in all dark thoughts, spiteful temptations and most of all, hell.
My claws jumped out, my jaw jerked in different directions until I growled when the shift completed. Isaac turned around to face me, fear spread in his whole body faster than wild fire. Stiles looked relived to see me and he slumped in his place, face flushed to the coldest white.
We froze for a minute, then I approached Isaac, scratching across his torso. His body went with it, moving in the directions I forced it. I sent a blow to his jaw, his head threw back. Isaac took a swing at me with his sharp claws out, but I was too fast. I blocked it and sunk my claws in his shoulder. He howled in pain. I released my claws, jumped against the wall and onto his back. Isaac slammed me against the wall, causing me to let go. My chest felt heavy from the weight until he stopped and took a step back. He growled at me, baring his teeth. He stepped forward and tried to fire his next attack, but I Joey-kicked his gut and sent him soaring across the room. His body crashed against the opposite wall. I arose, watching him carefully.
Isaac put his arm across his stomach, his elbow propped him up on the floor. His breathing was deep and tired, but he wasn't going to surrender yet. He quickly spat out blood. I knew what he was going to do and I prepared myself for it.
Isaac climbed to his feet, staggered towards me and pushed me against the wall. I snarled with him, our faces inches away and full of anger. I've never had so much hatred towards a person while fighting.
"You make me sick, Isaac." I roared, watching as he grasped a vase. He dumped the withered flowers and brought his eyes back onto me. I pretended that he was over-powering me and that I was no match to his strength. He completely fell for it.
I smirked, my hands are above my head, pinned by his.
"What? You're going to smash it against my head and hope for the best?"
Something raced across Isaac's face and disappeared in a matter of seconds. His heart pounded violently and he seemed to doubt himself. Then he found a rush of confidence, I could feel it.
Isaac tightened his grip on my wrists.
"Go on, do it." I spat, holding my head against the wall. From the corner of my eyes, I could see Stiles become fearful and it looked like he wanted to help me. Though He doesn't know that I have a plan.
"Do it!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, hurting my own ears. My throat burned. Isaac still didn't do it, but the vase was raised in the air. I knew that he was thinking about it.
"I'll murder your ass if you do it!"
Isaac turned away from me and let my body go when he heard Stiles speak. He even dropped the vase. Isaac took two steps towards Stiles, his fangs snapped and he bellowed at him. "Where is she?" His voice was most definitely intimidating towards Stilinski. "Go to hell." Stiles muttered, crawling away. Isaac lunged at him quickly and grabbed his feet. I won't stand for this. My veins filled with power and I couldn't stop it. I am meant to protect my friends.
In a swift movement, I threw Isaac against the wall and hurtfully pinned him against it. "If you ever try to hurt my friends again, I know where I can get my hands on a syringe of Wolfsbane." I threatened, then grabbed onto his shoulders and slammed the back of his head against the coloured-wall. Isaac went limp and his eyes closed. I let go of his body and watched as he fell to the ground.
No, I didn't kill Isaac. I only hurt him enough to make him unconscious. That's what happens when you mess with the people I care about. I couldn't help but feel the guilt and regret. That could have gone a little better, but oh well. I'll deal with him when he wakes up.
I straightened out and took a deep breath, I turned my head to look at Stiles. He exhaled deeply and gazed at me with his mouth open.
"How did you..." Stiles trailed off, lazily raising his arm and dropping it again.
I lightly smirked and slung his arm around my shoulder,"I'm a werewolf." Stiles rolled his eyes as I helped him up. "Thanks." Stiles breathed, fixing his shirt.
"No problem."
My head quickly adjusted to see Scott walking down the stairs with Erica draped over his shoulder. Her eyes were open but she couldn't move. Some how she's paralyzed. Allison walks proudly behind them with her cross bow down at her side. Huh.
Scott nodded in my direction and walked towards the door. I picked up unconscious Isaac and followed Scott and Allison out.
We threw the duo onto the front lawn, by Derek's feet. Wow, déjà vu. Isaac remained unconscious while Erica lies still, eyes open and scared.
Derek sighed loudly as he watched us walk out and onto the porch. He didn't look impressed. I felt his eyes shift onto me briefly, then onto Scott.
"I think I'm finally realizing why you keep refusing me Scott; you're not an Omega. You're already an alpha of your own pack." He kept his tone light, but yet knowledgable. I stood beside Scott with my hands in my pockets. My breath appeared in front of me in a small cloud from the chilly air.
Scott's chest rose and fell to his deep breathing.
Derek's lips curled in a chilling smile,"But you know you can't beat me." I tried my best not to roll my eyes. Even if he's right, that doesn't mean anything.
"I can hold you off until the cops get here."
Just as Scott said that, we all heard the cruiser sirens in the distance. Lydia must've phoned the police. I noticed the difference in the air after, I could feel it. Derek also felt different, like he was actually afraid, even though he remained with his poker-face.
All of a sudden, I heard a hissing sound. Too familiar. All of us noticed, Stiles, Scott, Allison and I all backed up and off of the porch to see. Something jabbed at my insides. The Kanima.
It's long lizard-tail playfully swiped back and forth, it was crawling on the roof. When it noticed us, the thing screeched loudly, making me wince. Stiles did too. Then it was gone.
Derek looked down at Erica and Isaac, then to Boyd and myself. "Get them out of here." Boyd nodded and so did I after a moment of hesitation. I know that I don't agree with what Derek has been doing, but that doesn't mean I can't obey orders.
All of our heads turned to see Lydia walking through the front door. She was all shaken up and confused.
"Can someone please tell me what the hell is going on?!" She put major emphasis on her words. If she's standing right here, then that means Lydia isn't the Kanima. I knew it! Derek had the same thought as me, he sent me a glance.
"It's Jackson." Scott quietly mumbled, looking in the direction the Kanima left. I could feel a heavy weight resting on all of us. We have a lot to do.

I did what I was told and swung Isaac over my shoulder. Good thing for strength. Boyd picked up Erica and he took off some where. I couldn't see where Derek went because I was racing over to my car. The police were getting closer so it was time to make an escape. I gently set Isaac down across the back seats and jumped into the driver's seat. For some reason I always lock the doors before driving.
I pulled onto a back road and took the long way around to the loft. I'm damn glad I know my way around here and where the best escapes are. Once I regained myself and felt safe, I snuck a glance back at Isaac through the mirror. He was peacefully laying there arms down at his sides and head tilted so that he was facing me. A small-smile appeared on my face, i just liked how it seemed as if nothing was wrong. As if he didn't have a care in the world. I imagined him opening his eyes, smiling at me with his big, blue eyes. The thought made my heart dance. Then the imagine turned sour; his face sunk with fear and he scrambled in his seat to put as much distance between him and myself. He's afraid of me. He can't look at me without being struck with worry and pain.
I looked away from the mirror to erase the painful pictures from my head. I inhaled and exhaled deeply, focusing on making it to the loft.

Finally, I pulled into the drive way and carefully pulled Isaac's sleeping body back out. I carried him in my arms across the grass, up the stairs and through the door. His head gently fell on my shoulder and his legs hung over my arms. I felt his heart beat into mine. "I'm sorry." I quietly whispered, after noticing that the place is empty. No Derek, no Erica and no Boyd. Only Isaac and myself. I could feel the relief inside of me.
I closed the door with my foot and walked over to the couch. I set Isaac down and placed a pillow under his head. He won't be needing a blanket, so screw that.
Test his temperature.
There it is again. That comforting voice around me. I hastily looked around, but again nobody in sight. That voice helped me before, I think that I can trust it.
My hand found it's way to his forehead, I used the back of my hand to check his temperature, just like you would if someone had a fever. His forehead was fairly warm.
Find a damp cloth.
I'm starting to find sentimental attachments to that helpful voice. It just sounds like someone I know.
I quickly found a cloth and wet it, ringed it out and placed it on his forehead.
Just sitting here, I realized that I missed his sea-blue eyes gazing at me, waiting for a stir inside of me, or waiting for my next clever response. What the hell am I taking about? He's not dead, and why would I care about that?
I have two options at the moment; leave him here and go to bed, or stay and wait until he wakes up. Both are very appealing, but I should stay. Ya know...to make sure that he's okay? Yea, sure. Let's go with that.

*
Exactly an hour and a half later, I finally saw his body move. I have a good sight of him from the kitchen table. I attempted to eat, but I'm not in the mood for food. I sensed his hand move and his chest shrunk from an awakening breath. I also didn't hear anything from the voice.
I turned my head away from him, like I wasn't completely watching that whole time. Act natural, I told myself. Don't look like a creep.
Even without watching, I knew what he was doing.
Isaac's eyes slowly opened and he wiggled his toe. He wiped the spot on his forehead were I had the damp cloth- good thing I took it off not too long ago. Isaac looked around the room, but settled when he realize where he is. He's safe now. With me.
"Hello, sunshine." I chirped, looking over at him. Isaac slowly stood up and rubbed the back of his head while walking, his eyes are weary.
"How's your head?" I asked, sitting back in my seat. Isaac looked at me hard,"Great, Thanks to you."
I raised my hands in surrender,"Hey, I warned you."
Isaac sat in the seat across from me, continuously holding and massaging his head. I can feel his pain and I don't like it. It feels terrible. I stood up and went behind his chair. My hands started to gently massage his neck. Isaac stiffened and flinched. He held his breath.
"Relax, I'm helping you." I quietly said, moving my finger tips in circles. Isaac snickered coldly,"You're the one who did this to me."
"I did what I had to, now just relax and trust me." I reassured him, digging deeper into his neck. Almost instantly after he relaxed, it seemed like he turned to mush. He was completely enjoying this and I knew it.
"Nobody's ever actually given me a massage before, but damn I've missed out." Isaac mumbled, in complete bliss. His head tipped back a bit with closed eyes. My fingers softly massaged down his neck and onto his shoulders through his dark sweatshirt. His mouth was slightly opened, then his lips formed a full smile. "I could get used to this."
I lightly laughed,"Get used to nothing, don't expect free massages whenever someone hurts you."
Isaac smirked silently, his head tilted back, trying to absorb the good feeling. His eyes were closed, then he opened them and looked up at me. It felt like everything around us froze. He gave me his full attention, carefully studying me with his beautiful eyes. I could actually drown in them, I swear. There was that almost-too familiar expression on his face in a moment like this; small-smile, distracted eyes and loudly beating heart. The heat burned in my stomach like a flame, Isaac was feeding the fire just by looking at me that way.
"You have good hands."
Way to ruin the moment, Isaac.
I rolled my eyes and laughed,"Thank you?"
Isaac smiled and whispered,"It's a compliment." Alrighty then!

I continued to massage his neck and shoulders in silence, then finally I decided to speak up. Isaac's eyes opened when he heard me speak.
"While you were out cold, we figured out who really is the Kanima."
Isaac looked interested,"And?"
A confident grin formed with my lips,"Like I told you, it isn't Lydia. So that leave one person."
He nodded and tilted his head normally so that I couldn't see his face. He knows.
"Jackson." He defeatedly mumbled, keeping his eyes low. I could feel the vengeance boiling inside of him.
I stopped massaging and looked at him from the side,"I know what you're thinking. Don't do it."
Isaac's jaw clenched tightly,"He killed my father."
I nodded quickly, trying to console him before he gets out of hand."I know, but you can't kill him."
"Says who?"
"No, I mean you physically can't kill him. He's too fast and strong." I corrected, watching as Isaac glared at me. I rolled my eyes again, resuming the massaging.
"I'll kill him at school." Isaac resolved mistakenly. I shook my head,"Obviously he can heal, it won't work."
Isaac sighed loudly and moved with my hands. The anger dissolved inside of him,"I have to do something, Aria. He murdered my dad." His repeat sunk inside of me. He feels guilty.
"You think that it's your fault he died." I said, catching on. Isaac didn't say anything, meaning that I'm right.
"Well it's not."
"If I didn't run away, then he would still be alive."
"If you didn't run away, you would be dead. Your dad saw you heal, how do you think you could've possibly explained that?" He knew that I made a good point. But then he looked up at me skeptically,"How did you know that he saw me heal?" Oh yea, I still didn't tell him that part. I stopped massaging his neck and crossed my arms over my chest.
"Because I saw the whole thing."
"You were watching me?" I couldn't tell if Isaac was surprised or horrified. I nodded,"Yes, that's how I knew when to help you."
"Why didn't you tell me?" I have no idea why he's reacting like this, all I did was observe. Not to mention I saved the skin on his back.
"Why does it matter?" I replied, questioning his mood change. I stood beside his chair, looking down at him in disbelief.
Isaac ran a hand through his hair and rested his elbows against the table. "I didn't want you to see that." His voice sounded sad and disappointed. He kept his head down.
"I'm sorry, Isaac, but I had to do it. I promised Derek that I'd watch over you." Isaac looked back up at me like he didn't believe it,"Why would you do that?"
I smiled slightly and set my hand on the back of his neck,"Because I know that you're a good kid, you're just lost. You need guidance and I some how took over that role." He carefully smiled back, then dropped his head again.
"But still, you shouldn't have seen my dad that way."
I nodded, understandingly,"I know." I trailed my finger behind his ear and down his neck. He swallowed harshly.
I took my hand away and sat on the edge of the table,"Have you ever heard that when a wolf is hurt, others in the pack can feel it?"
Isaac nodded briskly,"Yea."
I put my hands in my lap,"It's a true fact. I've felt it myself." Isaac's eyes slowly moved up to my own and he looked like he wanted me to continue. "That night when I helped you, I knew to come because I could feel your pain. When a wolf needs help, the pack is always there to lend a hand." My words were light and simple while I reminisced. Isaac kept his stare on me, but it changed more to appreciative. His hand reached across the table and he gently picked mine up, his thumb lightly traced circles on the back of mine.
"Thank you."
Isaac's words were filled with sincerity and honesty. I like this side of him. This is the Isaac who makes the butterflies in my stomach take flight, who creates a wild fire inside me and the only one who has been able to do that. I've never felt this way towards another person, I can say that it feels good. I don't want this Isaac to go away.
I smiled a full smile and looked at out hands, then back up when I heard him talk.
"Aria?"
"Yeah?"
"You said that when I was hurt, you could feel it. Earlier tonight, I all of a sudden felt sad. Extremely sad actually. But it was like somebody else in the pack was feeling it." Isaac spoke gently and with curiosity. I felt the stab in my heart, he's taking about when I was in the old Hale house against my will. I wish he didn't have to feel that. My eyes dropped and I felt the pain again. The terrible and depressing pain.
Isaac looked off in the distance like he felt something. His eyes looked sadder than anything I've ever seen before. "There it is again." His voice was just a whisper and he turned to me. He figured something out.
"It was you. I felt your pain."
I avoided eye contact and got off the table. My hand slid out of his and I walked over to the window.
"Aria, what happened?" His voice was right behind me and full of concern. "What made you feel that way?"
My arms were so tight around my chest, I thought I'd break something. Tears were brimming my eyes. "Nothing. It's fine." I suddenly felt cold from my response. It was like someone set a cold towel around my shoulders. I breathed deeply to force the tears away. That's the last thing I need right now.
The heat from his body burned into mine as he wrapped his arms around my waist. He pulled me closer and rested his head against mine. He has to slouch since he's almost a head taller than me,"I don't want you to feel that again." Isaac quietly said, swaying back and forth slowly with me in his arms. I smiled on the inside, it mean't a lot to me. "I don't want you to feel it either." I responded, leaning against him. I felt relaxed and I didn't want to cry anymore.
Isaac's chin fell on my shoulder and he grabbed my hand in his again. "You don't deserve to feel that misery." I don't know how his voice could remain so smooth and flawless. It made my skin tingle in delight.
"Why is that?" I playfully asked, testing my boundaries. Isaac chuckled, then went serious,"Because a girl like you should always be happy." He nuzzled his head in my neck and stayed there. That was actually the sweetest thing someone has ever told me. I'm really warming up to the kid.
"Thank you, Isaac." I meant it too.
I sensed his beautiful smile and his lips brushed against my neck. I couldn't get rid of my glowing grin.
I wish that we could stay like that forever.