# Hope and Dreams part 17 Author: Crownedclown13 Tags: Bear, Character Development, Depression, Dog, Fox, Highschool, M/M, Wolf, secret sin #17 of h+D i know it kills you guys but i have to put this up early :/ sorry, i know how much you guys love to wait around in wonder, but i wont be able to post stories tomarrow or sunday, so ill do it now, and i may or may not be able to reply to comments so if i dont respond as fast as inormally do im sorry :P       so here we go!!! the shitstorm countinues again!!!                         Mr. Cowell and Mr. Vector sat at the bottom of the stairs, glaring up at Squall and Isaac with a calm fury.  Thier eyes screamed disappointment towards the two, and an anger towards Squall.  Isaac stood stunned, holding his robe together, only the sound and feeling of his heart in his throat to show that time hadn't stopped.   Mr. Cowell made the first sound, ending the dream-like silence.  "Isaac.  Get some clothes on and head out to my car outside, the adults have some things to discuss".  He said adults with a certain venom that startled Isaac, but didn't keep him from resisting.   "Squall didn't do anything wrong, it's perfectly legal".  He defended his mate, clinging to his larger arm.   "Isaac don't fight us".  Mr. Vector added, sounding halfway bored.  "We want to make sure you're Ok and in the best....".   "I'm fine!".  Isaac interrupted.  "We're fine!.  Just leave us alone!".   "Isaac!".  Mr. Cowell growled with such energy and anger, Isaac literally lost the ability to stand, and sat on the stairs, officially weakened. "Don't fight with me; I've had a very trying day.  Get in the car".   Isaac sat teary eyed on the stairs.  His afterglow was seriously dimming, the weight of the situation setting in.  They were trying to split him from Squall.  They were an abnormal relationship for sure, but it was true love.  Any moment now Squall would stop them though, so it wasn't that big a deal, just a downer....   Isaac waited, not able to take his eyes off of Mr. Cowell's death glare for a minute.  Any second now, and second and Squall would set this right.   But he didn't.  Isaac was only greeted by silence.  He managed to look up at Squall, the fox couldn't even meet his eyes.  "Do what they say Isaac, we do need to talk".   Isaac was stunned. "Squall...?".  He grabbed his paw, determined not to let go.  "What if they take me away?.  I don't want to go.  I don't want to leave you".   Squall shook off the hand, still not meeting his eyes.  "Squall...please look at me.  I love you.  Don't let them take me please!".  Isaac could feel his breath quicken with panic and doubt.  Had he been wrong about Squall?.  No.  That wasn't true, Squall loved him back.  They physically pleased each other, that had to count for something.  Right?.   Right?.....it....it had too....   Mr. Vector stood up and walked to the stairs.  "I got him Arron, you deal with Squall, you're the one who needs to yell at him".  Again he sounded bored, but patted the bears shoulder.  "Don't hurt him okay?.  It won't look good if you beat him in his house after entering unannounced and they found him naked".   It was supposed to be a joke, but no one was in a laughing mood.  Will reached for Isaac's paw, but instead the boy just shook his head, shock, confusion and sorrow written all over his face.  "Isaac, here, I'll give you the keys.  I can't drive you anywhere if you don't give them back.  Just come out to the car".   Isaac still shook his head, staring at the keys like they offended his very being. "This talk pertains to me too.  I have every right to be here!".   "Just go Isaac".  Squall said, surrendering.  "I'll see what I can do".  He finally looked at Isaac, his eyes filled with resignation.  Isaac knew he wouldn't put up a fight, and the very idea shook his core with pain and anguish.  Re-opening the wounds of loneliness that had just closed, throwing salt onto them.   Fucking hope....Motherfucking God Damn HOPE!!.  Why did this always happen when he chose to let it?!.  It was always poor little Isaac.  Anyone takes a chance and they win big, he takes a step and he crashes to the cruel earth with a sickening thud.   "Squall......You.....You Weak Chicken-Shit Son-of-a-bitch!!!".  Isaac didn't grab the keys, but he stormed passed Mr. Cowell, noting a grin on his face as he passed.   Why?.  Why was Issac so damn......unlucky; unlucky to find the dead end relationships.  Not only that, but the ones that hurt.  He'd play the lottery, but his luck would turn a win into a car crash on the way to the reclaims office.   "Why?".  Isaac asked no one in particular, feeling the night air on his damp fur.  "Why does this shit always happen to me....".   He turned to look at the house, anger rising in his throat.  "I GAVE YOU EVERYTHING I HAD!!!".  He yelled, hoping it hurt Squall to hear it, so he yelled louder.  "EVERYTHING!!!!".   He collapsed on the ground in the nights cool air.  Had he cared enough to notice the temperature at the moment he would've been cold.  His tears fell onto the driveway, sitting in the shadow of the large house.  None of it mattered though.  He was so alone.  So painfully and agonizingly alone.  The world seemed to fade around him, his attention to any detail disappeared, his mind putting his attention towards the sex.  Towards something he'd done wrong?.  It had to be him.... Right?.......It was all his fault.  He couldn't just be straight.  He couldn't have hidden his tendencies?.  He couldn't just accept he would be alone forever and ever and stop tempting himself??.   Mr. Vector walked out with the bag that held his clothes.  It didn't matter, clothed or not he was un-loved and alone now.  Isaac had left Vincent and Nathan due to their comparisons.  His mother couldn't open her eyes to see him.  Squall was a low life piece of shit.  And Isaac was the one who had been hurt by them all.   "Isaac, you know we're gonna take you home right?".  Mr. Vector asked, putting the bag in his car.  "We've known Squall a long time.  He has some issues he can't control.  I'm very sorry you of all people got swept up in his antics".   Isaac grinned, only snapping too at mention of the fox.  "You say it like he did something only halfway wrong.  He fucking took my virginity.  No, I GAVE him my virginity".  He sniffed. "And just because he was there.  I'm such a whore".   "No!!".  Mr. Vector said, lifting him into the car like a child.  "None of this is your fault".   "Yes it is, I agreed to it.  I let it happen cause I can't just accept the fact I'm destined to be alone".   "But he offered to a broken child who's been through more already then many will go through in their entire lives".  He guided Isaac into the car.  "And you are not alone.  You are loved by many Isaac.  We came didn't we?".   Isaac fell silent as the car revved to life.  He watched with empty eyes as they pulled away from the house.  "How did you even know I was here?".   "Arron called the police earlier then intended.  You were released to Squall.  The bigger question is how did Squall know you were in jail?".   That thought hadn't even occurred to Isaac, but at the moment he didn't give two shits about Squall sources.  What he wanted more than anything right now, was be home in HIS house, with HIS dysfunctional life, and HIS problems, with HIS car, and HIS friends.   He started to tear up again.   Vincent, Nathan, can you ever forgive me?.  Even though I don't deserve it......   ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~   Arron watched Will leave with some clothes for Isaac, his rage bubbling down a little now that Isaac had left, but not much.  He was so furious with Squall.  Sure he couldn't blame him personally, his imbalances were tricky to handle.  But this shit didn't just happen.  It was a plan, even if unintentional.  It was complex and had plenty of ways to keep the boy as innocent as possible.   He got to see Will again though;  They hadn't had the chance to talk since their high school graduation.  Hell, Arron hadn't even known he'd moved back into town, but listening to two people having sex above you wasn't the ideal situation for a reunion.  Especially when your conversation involved your possibly gay son, you didn't know was gay.  No, this was definitely not in Arron's top five days.   Squall had gotten dressed into more than a robe as to Arron's request.  They sat on the couches, Squall obviously avoiding Arron's gaze.  He looked so ashamed, Arron almost thought to go easy on him.  If it wasn't for his son, and what he'd to Isaac.   "So how's this gonna go?".  Squall asked, finally looking up.  "We can't undo the past, so what's the big bad bears plans?".  It wasn't venomous, but it was taunting, only rekindled Arron's anger.   "Don't taunt me!.  You know you're as mad at yourself as I am at you".  He took a pause.  "What were you thinking Squall?.  This isn't like you; you avoid getting close to anyone, just so this didn't happen.  You live in the middle of nowhere, alone, not even getting to close to me after.....after what happened".   Squall seemed to recoil at the mention of the event, he crossed his arms and pulled in.  "Yeah....but Arron....He made me feel so.......Whole.  To see his face so happy...".  He looked up at his friend. "I know that's not a real excuse, but that's my reason.  He's seen me in my darkest moments, and still treated me as......".   "As what?".   "A person Arron".  Squall seemed to regain some power.  "Face it, after I totally fucked up with Patti......Not even you look at me the same, and it's been so long". He had tears in his eyes, but he was angry.  "You're my friend, and a damn good one, but I'm so lonely. I can't do it anymore Arron".   It was Arron's turn to be shocked.  "I would never make you feel like that.  Squall, come on you know I'm all for getting you out of this hole.  It's up to you to leave".   Squall laughed.  "Yeah, but if I leave you'd be on me like a hawk.  I'd feel claustrophobic.  Constantly reminded of that screw up".   Arron looked at him hard.  "And fucking your son makes you feel better?".     Source: https://sofurry.com/s/ejY09qG1 Part of the series h+D Previous: https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/216894-hope-and-dreams-part-16.md Next: https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/218672-hope-and-dreams-part-18.md