Chapter 4: Solve my problems.

Arriving home, Isaac went directly to his room, after leaving his backpack, he went down to the kitchen, where his father is.

"Isaac, your teacher called, Mr. Harris, he said you got bad grades in his class, how do you explain that!" said Isaac's father, Elyoth.

Isaac didn't mind and slowly walked over.

"Looks like we'll have to discuss it downstairs and..."

"Boom."

For a moment, Elyoth felt as if time had stopped, and Isaac's fist was embedded in his face, which rippled from the impact.

'Impossible.' Elyoth thought in shock.

Isaac's father flew straight into the refrigerator.

"What the hell are you doing!" Elyot yelled angrily.

"Isn't it obvious, you old bastard?" Isaac said with anger evident on his face, which quickly disappeared.

'Poker Face.'

"Hahaha, well, you want to do this, huh?!" Elyoth said and rolled up his shirt sleeves and got into a fighting stance.

He jumped on Isaac and punched him in the stomach.

"Uh, you seem to know where to hit, what a coincidence, me too." Isaac said and landed a right hook.

"Uh..."

Elyoth stepped back and spat blood.

"Pft."

Elyoth was furious and attacked again.

Hooks, uppercuts, headers, a bit of everything until they sold out.

Elyoth was holding his bloody nose and Isaac was holding tight to his ribs, damn old man, it seems that being a trainer kept him in shape.

After a while, Isaac took the work bag, which includes a flashlight and other things.

"What was that?" Elyoth asked.

"I make this clear to you, if you dare lay a finger on myself again, I will slowly bleed you out." Isaac threatened, it didn't help that he had a butter knife in his hand.

Elyoth was silent and didn't reply, time passed quickly and they left for their night shift at the graveyard.

You know, working in a graveyard is... weird, not considering you're working with someone you want to bury alive, just having to dig graves at night is creepy enough.

'I need to find another job.' Isaac thought after seeing a freshly dug grave and wanting to bury his father, but he held back, as this could be detrimental to him.

'I can still wait.' He thought and he continued digging graves.

....

The next day.

Isaac got up relatively early, continued with his daily routine, and went to breakfast, his father had not tried to talk to him last night or hit him, he will probably do it when he is healed, it will be important to make things clear, but not now, don't is the time.

Issac came to the table and stared at his food, smelled it slightly, this is to make sure he doesn't contain any dangerous substances, if they put any sleeping pills on him, he could easily be subdued.

After making sure everything was alright, Isaac ate ​​the food, time passing slowly with both of them eyeing each other warily.

After breakfast, they got in the car and went to school, Elyoth is a coach, but he is on the swim team and Isaac is no longer part of it, so they don't have to talk at school..

The ride was quiet and neither of them said a single word, the car stopped and Isaac got out without paying attention to Elyoth who watched him from time to time.

He got out of the car and headed to school, went straight to his locker, and grabbed the English and Ethics books.

"Hey Isaac, good morning." Scott and Stiles said.

"Um, good morning." Isaac answered, he is not in the mood today, he just wants to increase his power quickly.

"Scott and I thought… well, I thought we could study at home this afternoon." Stiles said.

"Oh, did you say... us?" Isaac repeated.

"Yeah... you can't? oh, I know, do you have a date? don't tell me, Vanessa? Nicol? no, no, maybe..."

"Okay, okay, I'll go." Isaac agreed to can silence the chatterbox.

"Yes, great, remember to bring something to kill off hunger." Stiles said with a smile.

"Sure, oh, by the way, Stiles, I hope you're not thinking of skipping afternoon exercise because of this." Isaac said with a devilish smile or at least for Stiles...

"Even if I say I have asthma too?..." Stiles said regretfully.

"Even so." Isaac said Certainly.

"RIP." Scott said with a smirk.

"..."

The bell rang and they went to their classes, coincidentally the three of them have the same class, even Mike, who after a simple greeting, guided them to create a group together, this boy seems to be quite capable of solving problems.

"Hey, Mike, this afternoon we're going to meet up for..."

Classes passed slowly and it was time for the students to leave, but unfortunately for Stiles, they won't go that easily.

"Okay, Scott and Stiles, the teacher has more weights, so I'd like you to carry them…" Isaac said devilishly.

"Come on friend, do you want to kill me? I'm sorry, but I'll have to refuse." Stiles said decisively.

It can't be helped, the poor guy can barely finish the workout, don't say weights, even a belt would be horrible.

"Okay, and what about you, Scott?" Isaac asked looking at Scott who seemed to want to laugh.

"Hey...?" Suddenly Stiles saw his opportunity.

"Yes, he will take them!" Stiles said for him.

"What? No.. me!" Scott tried to retort but Stiles had already put the weights on his feet and his wrists.

"Come on, remember I said we'd pick up the pace today? So let's do it." Isaac said and began with the warm-up.

....

Hours later.

"Uh...uh...M-mike, water please." said a Stiles with his tongue hanging out.

"Sure, here, Scott, do you want one?" asked Mike, he's in charge of taking his rhythm this time, so he's not tired, he's got a thorough workout from Coach Bobby.

"Yes, wait a moment." Scott said and used his inhaler before drinking the water.

"Sigh."

At that time, Isaac came over after finishing doing 60 lifts.

"Isaac, take." Mike said and handed him a bottle of water.

"How many." Isaac asked.

"140." Mike replied.

"140? I could give you a fit." Stiles said.

"If I did, there would be no more exercises, it would be a shame." Isaac said.

"Mike, are you sure it's not 180?..." Stiles said hopefully.

"Hmm...who wants to do another 20 laps?" Isaac asked.

"..."

"It would be good." Scott said looking at Stiles.

"No! No, Scott, no! We have to study remember?" Stiles said in a hurry, school is the most important!

"Right, I'm going to shower, and then we'll go." Scott said.

"Well, I have to go home soon, see you." Mike said.

"Are you sure you don't want to come? We'll have a barbecue." Stiles said.

"No.. I have a strict routine, you know, sleep early, get up early, well, I have to go." Mike said and left.

"Em... well, to bathe." Stiles said.

....

"It's here?" Isaac asked when they arrived in front of Stiles' house.

"Yeah, dad should be out soon, so we can have the barbecue." Stiles said excitedly.

"And study." Scott remembered.

"And... study, yep, study." Stiles said wryly.

Stiles opened the door and found his father, who was eating an apple.

"Stiles, Scott, and..."

"Isaac." Isaac said and shook his hand.

"Yes, it's a new friend, eh, dad, we'll be studying, have a good day, bye." Stiles said and forced them up the stairs.

"What was that?" Scott said.

"Nothing, dad has been worried lately about animal attacks." Stiles said.

"Mm, yeah, I heard he's a mountain lion." Scott said.

"Sigh, yes, a mountain lion." Stiles said thinking there's something else.

"Stiles, I'm going out, don't burn the house down!" Stiles' dad said.

"Yes, trust me, everything will be fine dad." Stiles said.

"I'm not sure about that." Stiles' dad said and left.

"Well, who wants meat?!..." Stiles said excitedly.

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Next chapter: Time-skip

Thank you for attending the show, to be continued...

See you in the next illusion.