lost and found | cam & isaac
@isaac-lahey-14
Isaac peaked out from around the tree-trunk, taking in the street that he’d grown up on, the home he’d lived in until now. He looked for a cop-car from his concealed place in the shadows but saw nothing out of the ordinary. He’d seen these cars every day for years, seen these darkened windows every night for decades. Nothing looked out of the ordinary. Even the house -- considered a crime scene now -- looked as it always had. He saw a peak of yellow in a pile of leaves beside the front door but that tossed-aside police tape was the only sign that something was afoot.
Why was he even back here? He wondered that as he relaxed against the tree, his gaze turning skyward. He had no interest in going back inside that house. Some fresh clothes would be nice -- ones that fit him, actually, and weren’t Derek’s oddly sized hand-me-downs -- but weren’t necessary. He was a fugitive -- for goddamn stupid reasons but coming back here was even stupider. This was the first place the police would look for the teenager wanted for murder. He shouldn’t be here.
Resolving to leave, he took one last glance at the home, dark and empty as it would be from now on. He knew he would still stay with Derek even if (and when) his name was cleared. He nodded to himself, content with his resolution, when he saw a figure approaching the house. Isaac’s brow furrowed with confusion. They didn’t look like a cop -- no uniform nor gun. They didn’t look like some too-curious teenager either. Admittedly, Isaac couldn’t see much from his vantage point, but he thought the figure slowly walking towards the front door was out of place.
A part of him was screaming to just turn back. Ignore this, leave. It was the right choice -- it could be a cop out of uniform, hoping to lull Isaac into a false sense of security, or someone who would hand him in no questions asked. Maybe it was a burglar, lured in by the broken doorknob and lacking inhabitants. Another part of him couldn’t combat the curiosity though and, against his better judgement, that part won. Slowly creeping along the shadows, Isaac got closer to the house and the stranger. He stayed just out of sight though, wanting to determine just what was happening here before he said or did anything.
