A/N:

Hi guys...I'm in the process of completing the next chapter of 'Broken Beyond Repair' but until then I thought I'd just post this one. I wrote this after re-watching that episode yesterday...where Isaac hides under his bed...in that crazy motel room...where Scott also tries to kill himself...remember? Season 3?

Yeah...then I just couldn't resist. Initially, this was going to be a one-shot but my fingers just kept typing and now its pretty long. Nearly 4000 words..so I divided it into chapters.

Sorry if the writing isn't good because I kind of went with the flow, really. It is pretty heavy on the bromance, though. And I am pretty sure nobody minds that ;) The story is rated T for a reason. Torture, mainly.

So...get ready then...for a panicked Isaac, helpful Stiles and over-protective Scott. Wow..I just gave it all away didn't I? ;)

CHAPTER-1

"Stiles...what are we doing here?" Isaac all but hissed, eyes darting confusedly around the place.

Said human just shrugged his shoulders, trying hard to stifle a chuckle of amusement behind his lips.

"I know Scott wanted us to meet somewhere public but this..." Isaac trailed off, scratching the back of his head awkwardly, his cheeks quickly turning a light shade of pink. It was his first time in a gay bar.

Enjoying the expression on Isaac's face a little too much, Stiles let out a snort of laughter, abruptly stopping when the were-wolf flashed his yellow glow sticks at him for a fleeting second.

"Woah! Okay. Okay." Stiles rose his hands in mock surrender.

Trying to ignore the 'hyper-active spaz' altogether, Isaac swore under his breath, letting out a frustrated puff of air before turning his gaze back to the place. When a smart-looking man winked at him, he visibly blushed and turned away quickly, wanting to desperately beat the crap out of whoever was responsible for this plan.

Besides, Isaac never really preferred crowded areas anyways; he didn't know how to strike a conversation with people, didn't know how to react to what they say..didn't know how to...the list could go on really.

Letting his eyes linger around the bar, he began thinking of all the times he had wanted to escape his father's so-called learning sessions; all the times he had wanted to tell people, wanted someone to listen, to help. Isaac inhaled a lungful of air to swallow down his tears. The last thing he needed was to lose complete control of his emotions. Yes, he was a were-wolf now but somewhere deeper in his heart, he was still the same tortured, fragile soul looking for support and love; support that Scott and Derek were ever-ready to provide.

As he continued to gaze around, trying his best to empty his mind of all the bad memories, his eyes suddenly widened and his mouth parted. Cold sweat quickly started to prickle against the pale flesh of his forehead and trickle down the back of his neck as he stared at the sight in front of him. He inhaled shakily, lips trembling with panic. He was paralyzed now...paralyzed by fear. This couldn't be happening.

"Isaac? Are you even listening to me?"

Stiles asked; annoyed. "This is serious." He crossed his arms over his chest and sighed, eyes wide with unreasonable enthusiasm and feet bouncing with adrenaline. On getting no response, he shook his head in disbelief. "Wow!" He said sarcastically, babbling incoherent words under his breath before turning around to order a drink.

The sound of a raspy breath stopped him in his tracks and he turned back to look at the were-wolf, concern evident on his face.

"Isaac?" He asked, forehead wrinkling when he was only answered by silence.

His eyes lingered down to Isaac's chest which was rising and falling at an incredibly fast pace. Peering over his own shoulder, he followed the were-wolf's line of vision. Isaac was staring at a man in his late forties, tall, well-built, half-bald, seated at the other end of the bar, but it really wasn't the appearance that Stiles was worried about, it was the way Isaac was looking at him with...fear. Isaac was scared. Surprisingly, he was terrified.

Isaac kept staring with wide panicked eyes, a hard lump quickly rising in his throat and blocking his windpipe. He couldn't breathe, his palms were slick and clammy with sweat, and his heart felt as though it was trying to beat its way out of his chest, fluttering painfully against his rib cage. His head began to spin, his toes and fingers began to tingle with the painful sensation of...a whip painfully digging into his flesh.

He tried to stop himself from falling into the dark abyss of his own past, blinking his eyes rapidly to stay alert but suddenly, the world blurred around him and the ringing sound in his ears got horrendously loud. The next thing he knew, he wasn't in the bar anymore, he wasn't with Stiles and he was hanging from the ceiling...shirtless. A shrill laughter reverberated around what he recognized was the basement of his dad's house and he felt a violent shiver run down his spine.

The last thing he heard was Stiles' concerned voice asking him if he was alright, after which he knew nothing. Nothing but unbearable pain.

FLASHBACK:

Isaac whimpered at the sound of footsteps heading towards his cell. Twisting desperately in the chains dangling him from the ceiling, he swallowed hardly to stop the tears cascading down his face. No way was he going to give Dan the satisfaction. He always thought Dan- his dad's friend/babysitter when Isaac's father didn't feel like to see his son's face anymore- was a scary man. Not because he was muscular and looked dangerous...but because he was a sadist. More like, Mr. Lahey times 100.

Isaac had tried telling his father..tried to stop all this from happening but, obviously, didn't believe him-more like didn't even listen to him- and here he was again.

The large man entered the cell and tapped the whip against the stone floor making the teen flinch and bite back a terrified shout.

"Isaac, my boy. Ready for your session?" Dan smirked.

Kicking his feet in mid-air to somehow escape, Isaac shook his head. "Please… please don't" He begged, tears brimming in his eyes despite the tireless attempts. "Help me! HELP!" He screamed, knowing all too well that there was no one there. "Don't please."

"I can't do that." The man mocked, moving closer. Admiring the sight in front of him for a while, Dan ran his fingers over the smooth skin of Isaac's chest. "Youth...gotta love it." He said, lust-filled eyes fixed on the teen's face, fingers continuously caressing his body.

When his hand reached the boy's lower abdomen, he smiled with pleasure and licked his lips. Leaning closer, he shut his eyes and ran his tongue down on the skin, enjoying Isaac's desperate efforts to move.

"Only if I could..." Dan sighed in disappointment, taking Isaac's face in his free hand. He opened and closed his mouth a few times before attacking Isaac's lips with a bruising kiss. Isaac's screams were muffled as the man didn't stop and only got more violent.

Moving back with an angry yell, Dan took a long look at the fragile human, jaws grinding with each other as if trying hard to control the urge. Shaking his head, he smirked once more and swung his arm backwards.

"Scream!" He yelled, amusement dripping from his voice.

Isaac scrunched his eyes shut and prepared for what was going to come. The second the whip connected with his body, pain coursed through him and his breath hitched in his throat. A loud scream erupted from inside his chest as the whip slashed through the skin and blood trickled down from the newly-formed wounds.

"After a few minutes of endless agony, "No...please no." Isaac whispered pleadingly, eyes half-lidded with pain, throat too raw to yell.

A lop-sided grin appeared on Dan's face and he paused. Isaac let out a desperate breath and closed his eyes. He knew Dan wasn't finished with him yet... he had barely started.

Stiles looked back at Isaac helplessly – he'd never seen him this terrified before and he had no idea how to help him.

A tear trickled down the were-wolf's eyes and he snapped back into reality with a loud gasp. Another shorter gasp escaped his lips and he turned around in a frenzy, propping one of his shaky arms on the counter and placing the other over his mouth to try and stop the whimpers. Clearly surprised, Stiles walked a step towards the were-wolf. "Isaac buddy, you alright?" He didn't know exactly what more he was going to say but his top priority was to pull the distraught teen out of whatever trance he was stuck in.

He noticed how Isaac was occasionally flinching, closing his eyes every time he did. It looked as though, in his mind, he was being...Stiles froze. Considering his options, he moved closer, placing his hand on the were-wolf's shoulder, feeling the light shivers running through his body.

"Isaac...what happened?"

Much to Stiles' horror, Isaac's breathing became shallower at the contact and he moved his other hand to touch his heaving chest, completely oblivious to the human's presence. What the hell is going on in his head? Stiles wondered. The were-wolf suddenly bolted on his feet, startling Stiles who jumped a feet back in fear. Isaac closed his eyes and curled his fingers in the fabric of his shirt, clutching desperately at his chest. He couldn't breath. He couldn't think. All he could feel was the whip. The thick leather whip tearing through the skin on his back. And the fear.

Having recovered from the shock, Stiles' eyes softened as a realization struck him. He knew exactly what this was. Memories flooded his mind and he ran a frustrated hand across his face. No, Isaac didn't deserve this. Not after how much he had already suffered in his life. He didn't deserve to be held so firmly in the grasp of a panic attack. A panic attack that kept one in the realm of terror and helplessness till they couldn't take it anymore. No doubt, these things were bad but the first time was a completely different animal. Painful and Merciless.

Isaac looked around him, frantically searching the area for any signs of immediate danger. He shook his head to clear the cobwebs hijacking his vision, unsure what was part of the flashback and what was real.

"Isaac...calm down." Stiles tried, moving closer again, this time much slower. He placed his hand on the were-wolf's shoulder, crossing his fingers behind his back. After a few more seconds of frantic heaving and confused glances from everyone else around them, Isaac turned to look into the human's concerned eyes.

"St..St..Stiles?"

So...how was it? Did you like it? I know...it doesn't really make sense. Why would a total stranger hurt Isaac for no reason? And why the hell did not believe him? I needed to do that to make this story. But somewhere I feel like..Isaac's father would 'not' even listen to him, you know. He WAS an asshole. And Dan is, as you can see, a bigger asshole. But, yes, that's only my opinion. Not necessary that you share the same. And the ending...I know...not exactly a cliffie. Sorry about that too. The next chapter will be up tom. or the day after that. Until then, bye!

-Ellie