I do not own nor have I ever owned anything regarding the Teen Wolf Casting. Other then the OC's everything else is owned by MTV. Please excuse any grammar mistakes. I'm still looking for a BETA READER! Enjoy!


Prologue

Chapter 1: "Let's get this shit done with"

The humming of the engine vibrated through out the car. It sooth both my nerves and it was a distraction from the reality that was my exhaustion. I literally been driving for the past 24 hours. Right now my body was betraying me from my own actions, which was driving the car as I kept nodding off on the wheel. My vision blurred every chance I blinked, hazing my vision to a point that the car lights were resembling puff of red colors lights. Physically and mentally I was drained from the drive. How is it that I'm even driving? Every chance I could get and every time my eyes threaten to close, I'd have to shaking my head around like a bobble head to try to knock the sleepiness out of my eyes.

"Just a few more minutes" I kept mumbling the same saying under my breath repeatly. The sooner I got there, the sooner I can catch some z's. I kept thinking that to myself but in reality, I didn't want to get there. My gut kept clenching every time the exit numbers kept counting down on the high way signs. The grip I had on the wheel just kept tightening up along with the countdown, my knuckles were practically disfiguring in color turning pale white out of nervousness, that's making me want to have the sudden urge to throw up.

This is too soon!

"Are we there yet?" my gripped slipped out, making the car jerk from my hold. "Shit" I shouted, re-gripping the wheel, aligning the car back and focusing my mind back onto the road. Several angry honks were blared out my way from the un-expecting jerk that the heat from my face drained out for a second . "Sorry bud" I chuckled nervously sneaking peeks at the review mirror.

"How is it that you manage to get your license is beyond me" a half-ass sarcastic comment came from a curly hair ten year-old who was currently occupying the whole back seat to himself. I could see that childish smirk playing over his lip through the mirrors reflecting that was looking back at me.

Brandon is a small body boy with green eyes and a puff ball set of messy brown curly locks that were hidden under a Ranger baseball cap. His skin resembled a sun-kissed tan that was enough to tell you he'd played sport all his life, hidden away in lose fitted skater shirt and baggy jeans.

"The same way you manage to drop the ball at your school playoff, Brandon. Allots and allots of practice" I smirked back at him, knowing fully well that he didn't like to be reminded of his losing streak team. His team would have probably made it to the play-off if his grip hadn't slip on the ball that cost the team the game. That was a cheap shot on my part, yet he knows that I hate it when anyone criticizes my driving. No one is flawless, but the minute you get into one accident it like everyone just waiting for you to mess up again only to tell you how bad you suck at something.

The car ride went silent for past three exits; I founded it weird, how Brandon just gave up on our little bantering match too soon, no comeback, no insult? Turning to sneak a few glances at the mirror. I kept seeing Brandon looking out the car, deep in thought with a frustrated expression to go along with. "What's on your mind bud?" I asked, just wanting to distract myself for the little peace of silent that was really just becoming too overbearing for my taste. Just two more exit.

Brandon shook his head and sat up straight, looking down at him lap to hide away from my prying eyes. I wince back, a bang of guilt coming over me for mentioning his game. "You know I didn't m- "It's not that!" he cut me off. Looking at me through the refection of the mirror. "Then?" I pried, wanting to get something out him. Quiet Brandon was seriously starting to weird me out. At least complain about my driving or something.

"I can't remember it" he said sulking at the window. "Remember what?" I raised a brow at him, puzzled where this conversation was heading. The silent treatment kept going on till I made the highway exit. A little after an all too familiar straight road that was surrounded by trees come in view as I took the first right at the stop sign. Making a turn towards a local park that connected to the woods. I suddenly got a sense of déjà vu. As if a role-play was being played out right in front of me with scenes that were suppose to be locked away with lock and key. They were all let lose, released all at once. Every familiar place I glance over made me relieve it over, hearing the familiar laughs and the distinctive memories that were taken place in the location that laid it's mark. It kind felt like as if someone was reading me a book from my own childhood out loud, so that I could actually see the images in your mind, distinctively and hurtfully.

"I can't remember this place, this place is suppose to be our home… mom's home, but I can't remember it" sorrow dripped from his tone. As he looked up at me. His green eyes were glassy, already soaking up with anger tears that trailed down his cheeks. This happens every time, damn it!

Every time she's brought up into topic, this is what happen. I didn't know what to say or if I'd have to said anything at all. I've tried several times, I really have, but every second I'd open my mouth noting would come out. I can't find my voice for it. It was just too over bearing. That I can't comfort my own kid brother. That the frustrating insistency that was building in my chest just kept growing more and more. It became unbearable that I had to stop the car and park it for a second just to be able to get my brain to function. Trying to remind myself how to breathe again.

Brandon was lucky, at least that's how I saw it. He's lucky that he never got to know her. Lucky that he didn't get to build up this relationship of love for his mom. It sounds cruel, it really does, but knowing how painful it was for me and our dad. I find myself wishing to have switch places with him. She left too soon and left each of us with a hollow hole in her place. Each of us was left with a different piece missing from our selves. I keep trying to get my head to wrap around the idea on how to explain this to a ten year old kid that had forgotten what a mother was for. That It wouldn't matter cause he was only two when we lost her. I can't tell him that's it his fault because it's not. He didn't have the chance to remember her, unlike me I can remember every embrace, kiss, and comfort she left on me. All he got were picture that resembled a stranger holding him when he was just a baby. How can I help him when I can't even get over the fact that it's been years and yet the memory was still fresh and open like a bandaged wound. Secured from the outside, but still very much opened and expose underneath.

I felt the moist, salted water building up from the edges of my eyelids string. I kept biting my lip hard to prevent myself from crying, holding back the tears. Trying to gain control of the frustration and pull back at the emotion that was just wanting to crash down on me like waves. Instead I felt arms wrap around the seat and me, holding me back and tightening his hold, to give me the comfort that justified what I needed the most... reassurance. It was both comforting from his part and numbing from my part. I thinking that I've been just too broken to function. To suddenly be force to play this new role. I opened my mouth to let out a wincing breathe that allowed me to breathe. Lifting both hands and wrapped my fingers over his two arms, to press them toward my chest. A comforting hold for both of us. He's all I needed. I'm the closest thing he'll have as a mom and a sister.

"I want to –t tell you that-t i-its gon-nn-a be-e okay, but i-its no-t-t true" I said to him slowly trying to push the right words out of my mouth"It's not okay-y, it's-s not fair-r. Y-You- were-e just a little-e kid, that couldn't even get the-e chance to know her-r" I said to him in between shaky breathes, tears spilled along with gasps of sobs that shaken my body. I could feel Brandon shaking his head up and down onto the back of the seat cushion of my seat. Knowing I took his douts right out of his mind.

We just stood there; neither of us wanting to moving, nor say a single word because we knew this was too soon. It was too soon to be back here, too soon to face this head on by ourselves. Yet were being pushed into something we don't want to face. Because according to our father, it's the right thing to do for the family... That it's was about time we all moved on. Yet where is he? Both his children are being pushed to face this without him. Barely hanging on by a threat. Waiting to see which one breaks first. What a hypocrite!

I gave Brandon a reassuring sigh, letting him know I was okay now. I gave him one last tight squeeze to his arms until his hold left me and he was back into his seat, looking out the window. Acting as if nothing had happened in the last mintues. I took one last breath to collect myself, whipping my sleeve to get rid of the tears before putting the car back into drive and turning my turn signal to take a left turn to Beacon Hill High.

Six blocks ahead and my eyes caught the street sign that read out 'Mountainview Court'. Turning my signals, I turned right into the neighborhood. I must have passed by at least ten familiar looking houses until the right address number came across catching my attention "2900, 2904, 2910" I said out to Brandon, letting him know we were almost there. Straight ahead next to a grey urban two story house was a familiar replica red brick two story. I swallowed down, to gain moist back in my throat, suddenly feeling my air way dry up. The house stood the same, even the grass looked freshly cut. Dad must have gotten someone to take care of the cleaning. I was expecting cobwebs and over grown grass to reflect the number of year that we been taken away from this place. I was disappointed once again by the outlook of the situation.

"2925, that's it right?" Brandon said to me. I mumbled an "mmhuh" to him not trusting my voice at the moment and drove inside the drive way.

Brandon was the first one to get out, before I actually had the courage to get out of the car. Opening the back hood of the car we began uploading boxes of labeled out junk that read out from 'kitchen supplies' to 'cleaning supplies'. We only brought in the useful stuff. At least the stuff I thought the two of us would need to make it through a week without dad. Dad was coming in with a moving truck to get some of our furniture in from the apartment, although most of the furniture was still in the house.

I got to remind dad to sell or throw away most of the unneeded furniture.

We had a minimum of seven boxes and two military duffel bags filled with clothes. That was only the easy part, I thought to myself. As soon as my eyes glanced over toward the stairs, I knew it was going to be much more work that I unanticipated. I had good upper body strength, but with a box load of kitchen pans and pot, I knew I'd have to drag it all the way up the stairs before making it inside the house. All I really wanted to do was sleep, but if I didn't do this now, were likely to get robbed. I was determined as I rolling up my sleeves and placing my dark black curls into a messing bun to prepare myself from the chore.

" Let get this shit done with" I said to Brandon who already took hold of both duffel bags and made him way into the house.


This is a short chapter; I understand but it how it came out that matter to me. It bugs me that I can't make it longer without my brain telling me to leave it alone, so I apologies in regard to the shortness or the character presents that's missing. As you can see this is my first story into the fictional world that is fan fiction and I'm still pretty new at this who OC character theme, so please be nice but also critic my work as well. I like improving myself and your comment are really helpful. The next chapter coming up soon, I promise and with more characters into the mix. For now this is what I got, so please review and tell me what you think.