Isaacs problem

'When he was born...

Isaac was 6 when his parents divorced and he was left alone after Elizabeth was kicked out after he had no one and he began taking drugs to erase the pain of it all, everyone he knew either died or left him, He had gained Anxiety at the age of 7 and got depression at the age of 8, he then had gotten a disorder named bulimia which followed with anorexia'

'He felt all of that pain?' isaiah asked

'Thats not it all.' shd continued 'His dad abused him for years after Elizabeth was kidnapped thats when he met you, which actually wasnt a bad thing, he enjoyed your company and your smile. But you Left for the army, he didnt trust many people after that and he stayed isolated, Am I correct Isaac? '

' You are correct, yeah. ' he answered walking away to get a bit of vodka

' Im back' he waddled back into the room taking what looked like his 50th glass

'Slow down Isaac, that shits expensive.' Elizabeth chimed in

'Fuck off.' he mumbled chugging the whole bottle

'Is he always..like this?' Isaiah whispered to Quinn

'No, he is in deep pain, you can see it in his eyes' Elizabeth answered before Quinn could open her mouth ' Shut up Quinn I know him better, Now Listen Up. Isaac is drunk he won't remember, so listen. Luke is a bad guy, he raped us, me and Quinn. Luke thinks Isaac is precious.' Elizabeth said taking isaiahs hand and leading him to Luke Drawer 'Here look'

The drawer was filled with what looked to be like handcuffs and naughty things (Sex toys and junk like that but it wasn't really like that Elizabeth didnt know how to explain it either)