Vacant was the correct word to describe the Lahey household ever since Camden died. Hurt was the correct word to describe my father since Camden died. And me, I guess the correct word to describe me would be alone.
I have always been alone and in a world like this, where dreams are lies and nightmares are reality, I've come to accept it. It hurts more to defy the truth, then to accept the truth.
My father hates me, he hasn't always hated me but he does now.
It was dinner time, I sat at the table with nothing on my plate while he ate and criticized me, whether it was my hair, what I made for dinner or my grades. He always found something to talk about to help the continuous destruction of my tiny shred of self-esteem.
"So, Isaac, how are your grades?" He asked, a demonic smile on his face. It was as if he already knew the answer wouldn't please him.
I looked down to my place mat, before remembering it was rude to talk to an elder with my face down. I looked back up at him, fiddling with my place mat. "Um - so far it's an "A" in French and a "B" minus in Econ."
He looked pleased with the outcome, and continued to east his dinner. "Oh. What about chemistry?"
Fuck! It was never a good idea to lie to him but it was never a good idea to make him unhappy either. "I'm not sure. Uh, midterms are in a few days so it could go up."
"Well, what's it at now?"
Fuck! "The grade?"
"Uh, yeah." He answered in a "duh" manner.
I decided to stick with my lie. "Uh, I'm not sure."
"But you just said it could go up."
Fuck! I ran a hand through my hair, distressed. This isn't going to end well, I can feel it. "I just - uh, I meant generally."
"You wouldn't be lying to me, would you, Isaac?" He asked.
I looked up at him, staring him the eye. "No."
"Then tell me your grade." He pushed.
I began to stutter on my words and forget my story. "I just told you, I don't know."
He stopped eating, his knife still in the air and his other hand clenched in a fist. "You wanna take this little conversation downstairs?" I shook my head instantly, the downstairs is a place I wish never existed. "Then tell me the grade, son."
I panicked, trying to spew out as many facts as I could to possibly get my him to change his mind. "Dad, this semester's only half over. There's plenty of time -"
"Isaac." He interrupted sternly.
"It's - it's a "D."" I admitted.
"All right." He placed his utensils down. "It's a "D."" He paused, probably for momentum. "I'm not angry." I continued to stare at him, there is always a catch. "You know I'm gonna have to find a way to punish you though. You know, I have my responsibility as a parent. So we'll start with something simple, like, uh - Tell you what, you do the dishes and you clean up the kitchen, okay?"
What the fuck? An easy punishment. "Yeah."
"Good. Because I - I'd really like to see this place spotless." He threw his cup on the floor. I watched it shattered into pieces on the floor, and I knew that tonight was not going to go exactly as I wanted it to. It never does but I was so close to a perfect night. He smiled once more, his demonic grin. "Know what I'm saying? You know? I mean this entire kitchen. " He slammed his hands upon the plates causing me to jump out of my seat, and huddle into the wall in fear. He laughed, "yeah! Yeah, absolutely-" He threw his glass at me, a stinging pain upon my cheek as he finished off. "Spotless." I looked up at him in shook, a piece of glass was embedded in my cheek. "Well, that was your fault."
I stood up from my position. "You could have blinded me!" I shouted, as soon as I raised my voice I regretted it. I knew exactly where this was going.
He smiled at me, his crooked and demonic smile. "Let's go downstairs Isaac."
The next morning it was as if it never happened. The birds were out, singing and chirping and I was on my way to school. My stomach growled as I walked the three miles to my school. I hadn't eaten last night and walking three miles on an empty stomach never helped anyone.
I went to Beacon Hills High School, it was the only public school out of three private schools and yet it had many, rich, spoiled snotty pricks. The people that went to my school were people who have never had to work for anything, who get what they want with a smile and seduction, whose parents have money to pay for their everyday expense and whose parents actually give a shit about them.
My mum was a drunk and an addict who couldn't afford her supplies with my dad's salary so she ran off with her dealer. (A/N: I have no idea what happened to Isaac's mum, I don't think it is ever said in Teen Wolf so I just went with a story line I could manipulate in the future). My dad, well, you know my dad, he's abusive, but I love him.
"Hello." I kept walking, there is no way in hell anyone is talking to me right now. A hand grabbed my shoulder, causing me to flinch. "Whoa there! I didn't mean to frighten you."
It was fucking Scott McCall. "First of all, I'm not a fucking horse so don't you dare woah there me!"
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you."
"Second, what the fuck do you want?" I asked.
"Hi, I'm Scott McCall. I'll be showing you around today Liam." He introduced.
I laughed, this was the type of person Scott McCall is. "Hello there, my name is Isaac Lahey. I'm a sophomore like you, and I have been going to school with you since kindergarten." His face turned bright red. "Have a nice day and fuck off!"