The Only One ( Teen Wolf )

Chapter 9

"I'm doing ok in my classes. The only class I am failing is math but I'm working hard to bring my grade up." I said the last part a little quieter.

I watched as my father slowly placed his fork down next to his almost empty plate. It was like I waiting for a time bomb to explode but the explosion never came. He sat back in his seat and took a deep breath running his hand through his dark hair.

"Now, that math grade won't do. We are going to have to talk about your punishment."

I felt my breath catch, not sure if I wanted to know what the punishment would be.

"Don't look so scared." My father chuckled, completely throwing me off. "How about you clean up the dishes after we are done eating dinner? That sounds like a fair punishment for a bad grade, right?"

I stared wide-eyed at him, baffled. I nodded my head, a small smile forming on my face. This was the first time since we had shared a smile since my brother had passed away.

I should of known this was too good to be true though.

“I'm done eating so I think it's time to start cleaning up." He said.

"I’m not done though." I spoke without thinking.

"We'll that's just to bad then because this kitchen and table is absolutely filthy." He said as he picked up his plate.

I watched in horror as the abusive father reemerged from within. I jumped in my seat as he threw his plate on to the ground, shattering into thousands of pieces along with uneaten food. The loud sounds of breaking glass met my ears in a painful manner.

"Just filthy." He repeated calmly as he suddenly stood up, picking up the table and knocking over everything to the floor.

I jumped from my chair to avoid all the glass and plates breaking and cutting me. I was a fool to think my father had changed out of nowhere.

"Come on Isaac! Start picking up!" He yelled as he suddenly threw a glass cup towards me.

The cup seemed to move in slow motion as I watched it come straight towards my face. My new senses kicked in and I ducked, easily avoiding the cup. The glass cup shattered behind me as it collided with the wall. A stinging sensation met my forehead and that's when I realized that a piece of glass must of hit me, cutting my skin like a knife.

I brought my hand to my forehead in shock; my father’s abuse had never drawn blood, only bruises.

"Oh don't look so shocked. It's just a scratc..." He paused and his eyes widened.

That's when I felt the skin and tissue moving ever so slightly on my forehead. I began to panic when I realized I was already healing. I could even feel the blood reseeding back into my wound and my father had seen it all.

I quickly made a break for the front door, running out of the kitchen. I could hear my father yelling my name but I couldn't stop. I threw open the front door and ran straight towards my bike. I hoped on it and began pedaling as fast as I could down the dark street. The sound of my father’s car engine met my ears, only making me pedal faster. Darkness was falling upon Beacon Hills as I raced down the street, the cold air filling my lungs and biting my bare arms.

Before I knew it I was almost into town. I made a sharp turn to the right at the first building I passed. I found myself in an alley. The stench from trash bags long forgotten was almost sickening.

I could barely hear my father’s car now so I figured I was safe. I easily jumped off my bike and placed it against the buildings wall. A thick mist from the buildings vents clouded my view a little but I couldn't help but notice a sudden noise at the entrance of the alley. As I whipped my head around, expecting it to be my father, I notched that it definitely wasn't him. Instead, a large figure stood at the entrance of the alley staring down my way. I squinted my eyes to see better but still I couldn't tell who the figure was even with my new werewolf sight.

I felt my heart jump as the figure suddenly dropped to all fours. It's body contorting in an inhuman way. Was this another werewolf?

I took a step forward, thinking that it could be Derek but stopped as it hissed.

"What the hell?" I whispered and as the words left my mouth, the creature lunged toward me.

Fear took over and without thinking I turned and began to run. It was within a second that something huge hit my back, knocking me to the ground painfully. A sharp pain, which almost felt like a blade, reached the back of my neck. I couldn't help the yell of pain that escaped my lips. My head felt dizzy and the huge weight on top of me was lifted. It felt like poison was rushing through my veins from the wound on my neck down. I tried to stand but couldn't. My body was betraying me. What was happening to me?

The air in my lungs was stripped from me as I saw the odd figure crawling away from me. My vision was already too blurry to see what in the world the creature was. The familiar sound of a car pulling up made my body tense.

"Father." I mumbled.

I tried as hard as I could to move but my body just wouldn't listen. That freak must have paralyzed me somehow. My father's scent met my senses and I watched in horror as the creature began walking towards the front of the alley where my father was.

I felt sick as I heard a loud crashing sound, as if metal was being bent. It was my father's screams that soon followed after that had pain running through my body. I couldn't do anything and darkness was taking over me as I lay on the ground, face down, loosing consciousness.

It wasn't long before I felt raindrops begin to fall over me and then silence.

My eyes closed and that was it. I fell into a deep unconscious state.

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For those of you who don’t watch Teen Wolf, DON’T WORRY! This will all make sense soon :) Thank you all for reading. You are all the best. Cant wait until you read the next few chapters!! :P