Offered Help | Act 2
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     BLAZE had been feeling seclusion lately – The state of being private and away from others. An odd thing for him as Blaze was always someone to be around lots of people, at a club, one of Lydia's parties, or just a group of friends at school, he was always with someone but lately, he hated the idea of being around people.

Everyone acted as if he was glass, ready to break if someone said the wrong thing. Everyone wanted to be around him to make sure he was doing okay or to make sure he wasn't going to do something stupid. He felt like everyone was trying to keep him within arm's reach, like some child who was going to run away, and it was starting to piss him off.

"Blaze-" Scott tried to get his attention from where he sat at the table in the cafeteria, but trailed off when Blaze walked past him, not sparing him a glance as he walked over to a table with one boy sitting there and sat down on the other side, catching the boys attention. Blaze thinks he's met him before, but he wasn't sure, and he didn't care.

"Do you mind if I sit here?" Blaze couldn't help but ask. If he was alone and some idiot came to sit with him when he didn't want them to, he'd probably punch them.

"You're already sitting." The boy shrugged not caring, but he was secretly wondering why the Blaze Anderson was sitting across from a loser like him.

Blaze stared at him for a moment, before nodding and stared at the food in front of them but that made him feel sick to his stomach. Needing a distraction, he looked at the boy across from him, "What's your name and why are you eating alone?"

"Boyd, and why are you eating with me?" Boyd asked him with a straight face.

"Boyd? Your parents named you Boyd?" Blaze asked with a raised eyebrow. He's heard worse. Stiles was the biggest example, but he still thought it was weird.

"Boyd is my last name," Boyd stated.

"What's your first name?" Blaze asked out of curiosity.

"Vernon."

"Well, that makes sense then."

"I know your name is Blaze. When I hear Blaze, I think of Lightning McQueen." Boyd said bluntly as Blaze started at him for a moment before chuckling humorously.

"I like you, Boyd." Blaze pointed his fork at him, making the boy's lips lift a tad before it falls when Stiles sat beside Blaze, looking suspicious as ever.

"Boyd. You got the keys?" Stiles asked the kid as Blaze watched them, curious about what they were talking about,

"This isn't a favor-- it's a transaction." Boyd placed his hands in front of him.

"Right. Absolutely. Hey Blaze." Stiles nodded, shorting the boy a small smile as he dug in his pocket and pulled out $20, and slapped it on the table.

"I said fifty." Boyd raised an eyebrow at him.

"Really? I-I remember twenty. I don't know, I have a really good verbal memory, and I remember twenty. I remember that distinct "twuh" sound, "twuh-entry." Stiles stretched out his words.

"I said "fifty." With the "fuh" sound. Hear the difference?" Boyd asked him.

"I definitely hear the difference." Blaze nodded going along with whatever they were talking about, making Boyd nod and Stiles shoot him a look.

"Uh..." Stiles trailed off.

"If you can't, I can demonstrate some other words with the "fuh" sound..." Boyd stated, making Blaze lightly chuckle. He has no idea why he didn't befriend this kid before. He was naturally funny.

"Uh, no. N-no. I think I'm recalling it now. Maybe I just got it confused with "fuh"-orty." Stiles tried to pull another 20 out but Boyd ate a chip, not saying anything, "Come on, man. Have you seen the piece of crap Jeep that I drive?"

"You see the piece of crap bus that I take?" Boyd shot back, making Blaze sigh.

"Jesus. Here." Blaze pulled out another $20 and slid it over to the kid.

"Fuh, doesn't sound like six." Boyd shook his head and tried to slide the $20 back over to him, not wanting to take any more than he's asked, especially from someone who didn't owe him.

"I know but you're the first person who hasn't bothered me about anything so take it." Blaze shrugged as Boyd nods.

"Thanks, Blaze, listen we've been-" Stiles tried to say when Blaze cut him off.

"That is bothering me so disrespectfully fuck off." Blaze glared at him, making Stiles chuckle awkwardly.

"It's not about your current situation, I was wondering if you wanted to come to the ice rink with us. Lydia and Allison are coming, or we're trying to get Lydia to come with." Stiles exclaimed holding the keys up as Blaze stared at his tray.

"Who said I didn't want to go on a date?" Ryle's voice rang in his ear as he was reminded of the last time, he was asked to go on a triple date by Lydia. Feeling his breathing pick up, his hands started to feel clammy, and his throat tightened.

"Blaze?" Stile's voice echoed through his head as Blaze winced feeling a sharp pain in above his heart. He had no idea what that pain was, but he found it hard to do something as simple as breathing, and moving made it worse. He tried to breathe out, but the pain wouldn't go away, and neither would his breathing even out.

Stumbling to his feet, he held a hand over his chest and walked out of the cafeteria ignoring his name being called as he walked into the bathroom—more like stumbled his way through the halls until he found the bathroom.

Leaning against the sink, Blaze looked at himself through the mirror, his vision blurry but enough for him to see his face was slightly red and his eyes were glossed over. His hands shook as he clenched the sink, his knuckles turning red.

"You're not useless, Blaze."

"I'm sorry I'm just throwing all my problems onto you—"

"It's okay. I don't mind. Everyone needs to let go every once in a while, or they'll explode. I don't need you exploding, especially when we play lacrosse together. It's a violent sport."

Blaze's eyes filled with tears as he was reminded of the one conversation that meant the most to him. His words seem to be the only thing that's ever helped him through a situation like that. Where he felt alone and confused, Ryle managed to seem him feel understood and seen. Truly seen. Besides Lydia, he was the only person to ever see him in such a state. See him so venerable and learn the truth about Blaze's picture-perfect life.

His anger rose at everything. His parents, Scott, Stiles, the hunters, the werewolves that invaded his life, Ryle breaking up with him, and the crash. Everything was making Blaze angry which led him to scream in frustration and punch the mirror in front of him. Cracking the mirror in many different places, he breathed heavily and lowered his hand which was now bleeding, realizing that his breathing had gone back to normal and the chest in his pain had slowly disappeared, leaving him to sigh tiredly, feeling a headache from instead.

Ignoring the fact that he broke the bathroom mirror as the bell rang, he took a deep breath and blinked his eyes, he turned the sink on and started washing the blood off his hand, slowly his movements as he looked down at his hand which was fine. No cut or scrape, making him gulp as he continued to wash the blood away before he left.

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Childhood amnesia was something Blaze didn't know existed, He figured every child didn't remember most of their childhood from a young age because their brains didn't fully develop but he recently learned that it can be due to childhood trauma or if a certain memory holds little meaning to a child.

Ever since Blaze found out he was adopted, he started to think back on his childhood. His being adopted explained the no pictures he found of his mother being pregnant, but he assumed people who go through something like adopting a child would have a picture or two. Blaze didn't have any pictures with his parents until he was around 10, which made him wonder if he was adopted as a baby or an actual child.

"Mom?" Blaze yelled from his room where he was sitting on the ground, leaning against his bed and looking at old photos. Back when his family was somewhat happy. He had no idea what changed but he couldn't find it in himself to care.

"What?" She yelled from her office, making him sigh as he grabbed a few of the photos and walked down to her office.

"What do you need?" She asked, glancing up at the time from where she sat.

"How old was I when you adopted me?" Blaze asked not bothering to beat around the bush.

Amelia paused before she took off her glasses and saw the photos in his hand, "Why?"

"I noticed any photos of me are from when I'm older and most children don't remember many things from a certain age, so I guess I was just curious."  Blaze shrugged.

"Come sit." Ameli smiled as Blaze moved to sit across from her, placing the photos on her desk which she took, smiling down at the old photos.

"I was pregnant before we had adopted you. We had been trying for a while but every time nothing happened, so we thought, this is finally our time. To have a baby of our own, that was until I had a miscarriage one night." Amelia explained as Blaze looked surprised at the new information. He had no idea she was pregnant before him. 

"Blaze you were 10 when we saw you at the hospital. Sitting there all alone, and no memory of what happened to you." Amelia confessed, making Blaze's eyes widen.

"I was 10? Did you ever figure out what happened?" Blaze asked in disbelief.

"No, you said you were running through the woods when a man found you and brought you to the hospital. They said you must have gone through something traumatic and couldn't remember anything. They said maybe one day it would come back but to this day you never mentioned anything. You were in shock for the longest time that we noticed you didn't even realize that we decided to adopt you, so we just played it off. You never asked any questions or suspected that you were adopted. It was like your memories just changed." Amelia exclaimed to him.

Blaze sat there in shock as he processed everything his mother just told him, "Who was the man that found me? Did you ever try to find my family, what if they think I'm dead or missing."

"You had no last name, no memories. You just knew your name was Blaze. We tried to find your family but nothing. As for the man, he dropped you off before he left. He might've stayed but not long enough for me and your father to meet him. You were in bad shape, it's a miracle he found you." Amelia stated.

Blaze sat there trying to think of anything from that night, but nothing came up. He had no idea about that night, but he was now more than curious about his birth family.

but he was more curious about who that man was.

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Authors Note:

If there's any errors or anything, ignore that. Some how I managed to miss something every time I edit chapters.

Y'all ever think of a plot you want to add but some how gotta make it work with whatever you already have going? Yeah that's me right now with this childhood trauma plot.

Thanks for reading and I love you all!! Don't forgot to comment because they give me motivation and there's to many silent readers in this book. >3