The Start of Time
This will be my first teen wolf fan fiction! And one that I hope to keep updating if you all like it :) pjs. Also this is only my second fan fiction I have ever wrote.
Chapter 1 Part 1
People say it's normal, that in your lifetime you will attend a funeral of a loved one at least once, usually it's your Grandmas or your Granddads.
When you show up all your family will be there supporting each other, people will be crying on someone's shoulder, but in the end it doesn't matter because you have each other, that's what a family will do.
But what happens when all your family is gone? What happens then? You pray that the ones you do have don't go, you cling to the loved one who you can always rely on, and will always be there for you. The real question is, what will will you do when that person is gone?
The whole world in which you live begins to crumble and rip itself apart. You don't know how to pull it back together so you just let it go and hope you get swept along with it.
That's how it felt when my mother died.
I just acted as though everything was normal, expecting my mom to walk through the door and tell me everything was going to be okay. Instead I got nothing.
I have to sit in the sheriff's office and wait for my dad to come and take me away, I never really thought he would show up. I'd only seem him a few times when I was younger! then he left altogether. He didn't even have the decency to tell me he already had a wife and son and that he wanted to make things right. My mom had to tell me that. She sat me down on the couch, still crying her eyes out because he had just walked out. After she told me,from then on we decided that from then on it was us against the world, we didn't need him, we had each other.
Now I'm sat waiting for him to show up and some how make things better. I'd been sitting for hours for him to show that I was tired and could feel my eyes getting heavy. I just decided to lie down between two chairs and try to get some sleep.
When I eventually woke up the sun was beaming through the window and straight into my eyes practically blinding me. I put he palm of my hand against it to shield myself from the rays. As I was pushing myself into a sitting position something dropped from my knee, but it wasn't a blanket. I fell asleep with nothing on but the clothes I was wearing. I bent down to pick it up, it was a thick green jacket with the sheriffs badge sewn on the sleeve. He must have thought I looked cold, and in fact I was since it fell off me. I threw it back over myself but I was still I was still shivering even with the sun shining through the window. As soon as I started shivering I felt something warm placed on my shoulders and across my back. It was a black blazer, I'd never see. Anyone around the sheriffs office wearing blazers, these were normally just worn by he occasional agents who decided to pop in once in a while. I turned my head to thank the agent who gave me it, but instead I found my dad smiling at me from one of the seats I was just sleeping on.
"Hello Sophia," he said still smiling,
"Hello?" I hissed standing up," that's all I'm getting? Not any how have you been? I'm sorry I never bothered to go to your mother's funeral because I was busy with the family I actually care about!" I could help screaming at him, instead of trying to keep my voice down. There was only a couple of people in the office with us as they didn't seem to mind me yelling so I kept it up. But he interrupted during my rant.
"Hey look I'm sorry," he said grabbing my shoulders, " I am Sorry I didn't go to the funeral, I just couldn't go through it,"
"What about me going through it? For once could you think of someone other than yourself," I cried.
I just of struck a nerve in him because I could see he had tears in his eyes and from the times I spent with him, he never cried.
I promised myself I wouldn't cry but I could feel tears welling up in my eyes, I clenched my fist to try and stop myself but he spotted it and moved his hand gently to mine so I had no choice but to relax it.
"If I didn't think of anyone else but myself," he started, trying to get his words out, "I wouldn't be here,"
Even though every fibre I me was telling me to get mad and scream till my lungs couldn't take it anymore, I flung my arms around him and let his shirt be my handkerchief.
"Why did you have to go?" I mumbled into his shirt, while he put his arms around me and stroked my hair.
"I had to sort things out with Melissa and Scott, and it's still taking a while," he said, still clinging to me.
"So that's what they're called," I said, able to get out a light laugh and smile out.
"Melissa knows about you, she was mad at me and probably still is. It we finally came to a conclusion that we were both having problems at the time."
I pushed myself from him, " If you wanted to make things right with them, why did you come back for me?" I said wiping the tears from my cheeks. He moved my hand away from my face, took out a tissue from his pocket and began dabbing it on my face,
"I would never leave you here by yourself," he said frowning at me, " you're coming with me and you're going to live with Melissa and Scott."
"You really think that's a good idea? I don't don't think she needs reminding that you have another kid," I argues argues, taking the tissue from his hand and sitting back down on the chair. He just smiled at me, he didn't need to say anything I knew from the expression on his face that he had already told Melissa everything. That meant she knows I have no where else to go.
"She's okay with me living with her?" I asked, looking quite worried since I didn't think for one second that she would be happy with me in her house.
"Of course she is," he said putting his arm around me, pulling me up from the chair, " let's go get your stuff, it's going to be a long drive."
The car journey was quiet for a while, but after an hour or so my curiosity got the better of me. "So where do they live?" I blurted out, catching him by surprise. He turned down the radio down to talk,
" Beacon Hills, It's a nice place, a bit up on the crime right now though, but that's why my job is so important."
I frowned, crime? What kind of crime, "what kind of crime are you talking about?"
"Oh it's nothing we can't handle , you don't have to worry,"
"Oh... Okay," I muttered. If that was supposed to make me feel better, it really wasn't working. I didn't want things to go quiet again so I changed the subject, "so where will I be going to school then?" I said, trying to smile at him.
"Beacon Hills High School, you'll be going with Scott, you two are the same age so he should be able to show you around your classes." He seemed to like talking about Scott so I asked more.
"What's Scott like?" I asked trying to sound interested. It must have worked because he seemed to be smiling more than he already was.
"He plays Lacrosse at the school, one of the star players and his grades have gotten better this year," he stopped talking for a second and sighed to himself, "he doesn't really talk to me much, he's still frustrated at me for walking out without no explanation," he looked at me when he said this, " he's a lot like you actually."
I guess there was some relief in knowing I could relate to someone, but I don't know what Scott would think of me. Would he blame me for his dad walking out? Or his dad cheating with my mom? I really didn't know what to expect.
We were quiet from then on till we finally arrived in Beacon Hills. We must have been driving for a while because it was already starting to get dark.
"I'll get your bags, you can go straight in," he said pulling up near a set of houses. The house was bigger than I thought it would be, on the outside anyway. Opening the door, I took in every detail of the house. It has a homely feel about it that I began to feel comfortable straight away.
"Where's the dog?" I shouted out of the door at my dad who was still carrying my bags up the front steps.
"They don't have a dog," he shouted back, finally making it the the front door and putting my bags down. I raised my eyebrows, and looked around the entire ground floor of the house. Strange,they don't have a dog but it smells as though a dog has been living with them. I didn't mean it in a bad way, the house just had a feeling about it. The perfect family, perfect house, and a dog that lives with them.
I shook my head of this 'perfect family' though and went back over the the front door to pick up my bags, when I did dad led me upstairs to put my stuff in my new room.
"Your room is the one straight ahead, Scott's is at the opposite end," he pointed out before walking back down the stairs.
"Where are you going?" I asked from the top of the stairs, he stopped just at the front door,
"I need to go to work, but Melissa will be home soon and I think Scott will be back from school with Isaac , I'll see you later okay?" I nodded and waved watching him leave the house and leave me alone to wait for strangers to come and probably ask questions about myself, no thank you.
I thought I may as well pack since I had nothing else to do. When I opened the door to my new room, I was surprised to find a couple of boxes already in there. I didn't want to be nosey so I just moved the boxes beside the door. I'm glad the room was just plain colours, I didn't want them to make a massive fuss over me, with colours they think I would like.
The room already has a chest of draws, a desk and there seemed to be a sliding door wardrobe. I put all my bags on the bed, dropping down next to them.
This is going to take a lot of getting used to.
I had only just started putting my clothes away when I heard the front door open, I froze. I should probably go downstairs and introduce myself but that seemed too forward so I continued to unpack. I must of been quiet because who ever it was seemed completely unaware that I was there.
When I had finished hanging up all my clothes, I went to put things on the window sill, I picked up a couple of my favourite ornaments and a photo frame and began placing them carefully along in a certain order. I had up there, my owl ornament that always seemed to be staring at me wherever I put it so I turned it around to face out the window, that will freak the neighbours out.
The next along was a wolf and her cubs. I had this one ever since I was little, my mom got it for me when I was having nightmares. she said that the wolf watches over her cubs and protects them from harm, she said it would do the same for me. I don't think I've had any nightmares since then.
The last one I put up was a photo of my mom and me, I should have just put it in my photo album with the rest of the photos but this was the last photo that was ever taken of her. So I like to keep it out.
As I was putting the photo up someone came through the door at the same time, catching me off guard that I got a fright and almost dropped it on the floor. Luckily I was able to catch it in time before it smashed. When I put it back, I looked up at the person who had walked in. She was a young looking woman with dark brown, mid-length, curly hair. She had a friendly look about her and I was glad because I didn't feel as shy.
"I'm sorry if I gave you a shock, I'm Melissa," she said smiling at me. I didn't know what to do so I just awkwardly walked over to her, held out my hand and said my name. She just laughed at my awkwardness, but shook my hand never the less, "you don't need to be so formal with me sweetheart,"
I tried not to show it but I sighed with relief and smiled back at her. She opened the door for me to follow her downstairs and out the front door. I was slightly confused as to where we were going.
"I don't want to sound rude, but where are we going?" I asked curiously, she went red in the cheeks.
"Sorry, I thought your dad told you, Scott and Isaac have a lacrosse game and it's almost finished, I'm going to go pick them up, you don't have to come if you don't want to,"
"No it's fine, I'd like to go," I assured her. As I said this she nodded, opening the car door for me and drove over to the school.
The second car journey of the day was a lot better than the first, I didn't feel so awkward.
In fact this time I actually wanted to ask a few questions, and I didn't feel so bad doing it.
"Is Isaac your other son?"
"No darling he's just Scott's friend but he lives with us,"
"Does he not live with his parents?" She frowned slightly but still kept her eyes on the road, she was so pretty that frowning really didn't suit her, she looked towards me for a second trying to smile then back at the road,
"His parents died a short while back, he was living with another friend but he ended up kicking him out, he had no where else to go," she said in a sad tone.
"I know the feeling," I muttered to myself looking down at my feet. She stopped the car in a large car park just outside the school. Before she got out the car she took my hand and stroked it slightly, " I know this is strange for you, but you will get used to living here, I'm here whenever you need me, I'm sure Scott and you will be good friends and you dad doesn't live to far away from where we do,"
"Wait, he doesn't live with you two?"
"No, not everything is sorted out between us yet," she sighed with a sad smile, "forget about that for now, let's go get Scott,"
The school was huge but I never would have thought that there was a field behind it. To be honest it scared me slightly to see everyone roaring in their seats at the lacrosse team, everybody seemed so into it.
Melissa and I took a couple of seats in the middle of the stands, where there just happened to be room. Even with not being one of the tallest people in the world, I could see everything from where I was whichever as nice for once. It can be frustrating not being tall enough to see over am entire crowd yet not small enough to worm your way though them. I was stuck smack bang in the middle.
I was took out of thought when Melissa tapped me one the shoulder and pointed at the field. "Number eleven, at the furthest end of the field, that's Scott," she shouted in my ear so I could her over all the noise, "number fourteen not far from him is Isaac." I nodded still looking around he field at the players, when I spotted one that caught my eye. Probably because he was bring shouted at by the coach for trying to shoot in the opposite goal.
"Who is that?" I said pointing the player out,
"Number twenty four?"
"Yeah, who is it?"
She laughed, "that's Stiles, he's Scott's best friend, can you tell why?"
I nodded and laughed along with her.
Through the last part of the game I think I had the rules all figured out, sports aren't usually hard to get the gist of and surprisingly, I was starting to enjoy it. Dad was as right when he said Scott was a star player, he really was. I didn't know anyone could move so fast. He could weave in and out of players with ease. Isaac was the same, not as fast but he definitely wasn't slow. All together they were a good team in my opinion,even though this was the first lacrosse game I had ever seen.
When the game was over, I was left pretty excited, and proud that they won. It wasn't even my first day a Beacon Hills but I started to feel as though I belong. But I was definitely not trying out for lacrosse, to me it looked way too violent.
We were waiting at the side of the field by the stands when Scott, Isaac and Stiles came over talking between themselves.
"I know where I'm supposed to shoot, I don't need you to remind me!" Stiles shouted waving his arms around.
"I wouldn't have to remind you if you knew..."
"Would you two shut it!" Scott cried, "hi mom,"
"You did great out there," Melissa beamed, "but Stiles you should really know where to shoot." Stiles went to talk but just mumbled to himself and began walking away.
"See you tomorrow Scott," he shouted while waving.
"We better be off, come on you three," Melissa grinned.
The third car journey of the day wasn't too bad, Scott and Isaac were talking so it wasn't a quiet ride, but I kept to myself through it. I didn't introduce myself, I just sat and listened to them talk. Creepy, yes, but I guess I'm still finding out about them this way.
As soon as we reached the house, I made my way back upstairs to unpack all my things. I didn't bring much so it didn't take too long. When I had officially unpacked everything, I tiptoed carefully down the stairs, I didn't want Scott and Isaac to hear me go down otherwise I would have to face Scott and I really didn't fee
Like having the awkward conversation of "hey I'm sorry my dad cheated and that I'm here to be a living reminder of that!"
It didn't seem to matter that I was being quiet, as the two of them talking so loud that they wouldn't have heard me even if I fell down the stairs.
As I reached the bottom of the stairs, I made my way over to the kitchen where Melissa was cooking, "do you want any help with that?" I asked , standing by the door. She turned to face me, still smiling. I have never seen anyone smile for this long.
"If you want, I guess I could use a helping hand," she said pointing to a plate of vegetables. I began chopping them, taking my time so I didn't cut myself.
"This really is going to take some getting used to," she joked.
"What do you mean?"
"Scott never helps out in the kitchen, never mind clean his room,"
I smiled, "I can't help but clean my room, whenever I'm stressed or just bored I end up cleaning it, it's something to do I guess."
She gave a small chuckle, "I guess I have one less room to clean then."
As we were finishing preparing dinner and the table, there was loud thuds coming from the stairs. Scott and Isaac were coming down. This may be the first time I ever talk to my brother.
