“Good.” Bonnie whispered, nodding her thanks to the man. She didn’t want to be difficult, but when people were just trying to full more newspaper articles, resistance was her fallback.
“Then I’ll help you in any way I can. I don’t want Issac to be-” Bonnie cut herself off as her breath caught. “I don’t want him to be forgotten. He barely got a chance to live, but he was here. He was just here.” Bonnie whispered, looking at the couch that John was residing on. Issac had slept there for months, and she’d seen glimpses of it in his face. He’d felt safe; he’d thought that maybe it was going to be okay. The irony of that. Bonnie resumed listening to the man before doing her best to answer him.
“He hung around Scott McCall and that Argent girl. I saw him with them a few times in passing, but he didn’t really talk about them here. I don’t know what they were. Could’ve been just school stuff or maybe they were even friends?” She admitted, wringing her hands together before frowning a bit as he talked about bruises and scars.
“He never came home hurt, but the way he was-the way he acted makes me think he was hurt by someone at some point in his life. He’s skittish, and he trusts as easily as you do.” Bonnie murmured before nearly smiling. She’d found Issac’s naked body in her yard under a full moon. “He was passed out in my lawn. Poor kid was exhausted. I offered him a place to crash for the night, and somehow, he just never left.”
Scott McCall and that Argent girl.
John cursed internally, because of course Isaac hung around his niece. He wasn’t allowed to have anything go easily. It was a universal law apparently. He’d known they were friends, but not that they were that close. Allison was obstinate, not quite fearless but willing to disregard her fears in order to do what she felt needed to be done. That almost scared him more. He remembered growing up in the shadow of Victoria’s single-minded quest for revenge against the wolves who attacked her, and how it had changed her, how it had compromised her ability to approach situations with caution, to recognize her own weaknesses.
Allison had already been hurt once, and now she had lost her father, her friend, and very probably what little innocence she had left. What would she become now? He tuned back in to Bonnie’s answers, making note of her observations. He hummed in reply, because that fit with his profile. There was a record of a domestic on the police file, called against Isaac’s father, who was violently murdered not long after. Isaac’s brother was the prime suspect, but he was never found. Isaac had been taken in by a distant relative of his mother’s apparently. A convenient cover by the Nola Coven, who planned to murder him and succeeded, John’s mind reminded him unhelpfully.
“I have to admit, I’m a little surprised he took you up on the offer, if he was as mistrustful as you say,” it wasn’t disbelief, but more of an acknowledgement of what dire straits the boy must’ve been in to consider trusting a stranger. “It was kind of you to offer help to someone like that, someone you didn’t know.” It reminded him of the Gilberts, actually. Elena would help anyone in need.
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