DISCLAIMER - I DO NOT OWN TEEN WOLF OR ANYTHING RECONGNIZABLE! ;) Enjoy! ;)

~Anabella's POV~

"No, but what I'm saying is they should make something so that doesn't happen!" One of my best friends, Stiles, argued as he walked by my side through the hallway of Beacon Hills high. We were heading to the last class of the day, which I had with both Scott and Stiles, Chemistry. Because Mr. Harris was always a joy to be around. Note the sarcasm there.

"Stiles, I- What- How do you think they're even going to do that?" I asked, I can't beleive we were actually talking about this.

"Do what?" Scott asked coming up beside me, trapping me between the two of them.

"Make something so that the snacks in the vending machine don't get stuck anymore." I answered for Stiles laughing.

"Hey! It would come in handy! If those things were invented, the vending machine at the hospital, wouldn't have fell over! Just saying!" He aurgued his point, throwing his hands up in the air for emphasis as we walked into the Chemistry room.

Me and Scott exchanged and glance and shook our heads laughing.

"Ms. Woods, Mr. McCall, Mr. Stilinski! Would you take your seats so we can begin class? Or do you want to continue holding up the class, earning you all homework over the weekend?" Mr. Harris said in his usual sarcastic, dull tone.

We all took exchanged a quick glance and took our seats.

Scott and Stiles sitting next to each other, and me taking my usual spot next to Issac.

"Hey Issac." I whispered next to me. I loved Issac, he was one of my best friends besides Stiles and Scott.

"Hey Bella." he whispered back avoiding looking at me.

"What's wrong?" I asked noticing.

"Um, It's nothing."

"Issac. Look at me." I whispered sternly.

I heard him sigh and he looked up from his paper that Mr. Harris had passed out moments before.

My eyes widened when I saw the bruises on his left cheek and right eye.

"Issac! What happened?" I asked trying to keep my voice low.

"Laccross practice yesterday. I-It's nothing alright. I promise. Just drop it please?" He looked up at me with pleading eyes. I could tell he was keeping something from me. but I nodded.

"Alright. Put some ice on it when you get home though? Please?"

He smiled a little. "Yeah. I will. Thanks."

I nodded and turned back to the paper in front of me.

Suddenly I felt something flick me in the back of the neck, I looked back and saw Stiles throwing eraser bits at me. I gave him an odd look. He gestured towared Scott. I looked over to see him, looking like he was listening closely to something, after a few seconds, a look of shock and sadness flashed across his face. He looked at me, then to Stiles. He whispered something into Stiles ear and the same expression flashed across his face as well. They both turned torwards me with looks of sympathy.

'What?' I mouthed.

Scott looked down at his desk and then back to me. 'You'll find out soon.' He mouthed back.

Wait what? Could he hear something I couldn't? How?! I shook my head and turned around to get started on my worksheet.

Just then, two police officers, one being Stiles's dad, walked in and said something to Mr. Harris. For a second, I think I actually saw some emotion on his face! Wow, I'll never see that again.

"Ms. Woods, would you take a step outside for a moment please?"

I glanced at Stiles and Scott, who looked at me sadly. I nodded and got up, walking out with the two officers.

"Yes?" I asked once we were out of the class.

The two officers exchanged a glance and Stiles's dad turned toward me, putting a hand on my shoulder.

"Anabella, we found a couple in the woods last night, their throats were slashed, and their faces couldn't be identified until the bodies were cleaned up. Now I have to ask you something very important ok?"

I just nodded. What did any of this have to do with me?

"Have you- Have you seen your parents lately?" He asked.

"If lately means in the past few days, then yes."

"Ok, lets s try this. When was the last time you saw your parents?"

"Um, yesterday morning before Stiles took me to school. Why? Mr. Stilinski, what does any of this have to do with me?"

He sighed and looked me in the eyes. "Anabella, the couple we found last night, they-" He stopped and took a deep breath. "Those were your parents. I'm so sorry." He gave me a sympathetic look and gave me a hug. But I was to in shock to do anything else.

"I'll get Stiles and Scott to leave early and take you to your house or something, our house even, you'll have to be leaving tomorrow."

"L-Leaving? Where?" I asked fighting the tears forming in my eyes.

"To a foster home a while away from here."

I sstood there in shock once again. What was happening? Who had killed my parents? How far away was this place?! And how would I see Scott and Stiles? Could they visit somehow? Questions flooded through my head as Stiles's dad wwnt into the chemistry room once again, I'm assuming to get Stiles and Scott. My assumtion was proven correxct when I hear the scraping of chairs against the linolium flooring and the quick shuffle of feet until they all walked out of the classroom.

"Stiles, Scott, I need you to take Anabella to her house, our house, your house, whatever." He lowered his voice as so I wouldn't hear what he said, but I made out the words anyways. "She needs you two boys more than ever right now, take care of her, I've gotta go back to work, help her pack if you need to."

"What? Where is she going?!" Stiles said, not bothering to be quiet about it either.

His dad gave him a stern look and kept his voice lowered. "She has to go to a foster home about four hours away from here.

"What?! Four hours?" Scott blurted.

Stiles's dad just nodded.

"I have to go back to the station now, take care of her." Those were his last words before he walked out with the other officer.

Four hours?! Parents, dead, never going to see Scott or Stiles or Issac again, Leaving Beacon Hills for good. It was all to much to handle.

Everything around me started to go to slow motion, my breathing became rapid and I couldn't calm it down no matter what I did, a horrible ache formed in my chest, making it harder to breath and feeling like I'd just been shot.

"Bell?" Scotts voice drifted toward me, but it all came in slow motion. "Bells! Are you alright!? Stiles? What's happening?" Scott yelled his voice panicked.

"I-I think she's having a panic attack."

That was when I losr it, I ran away, hoping I wouldn't run into a wall or something, the world was spinning around me, but I somehow made it to the girls bathroom before collapsing onto the ground in front of a sink, gasping for breath.

"Anabella!" I heard Stiles yell my name as well as two pairs of feet slapping against the linolium tiled floors as they ran.

Stiles came running straight into the bathroom. I think Scott was coming in to, but Stiles said something about not crowding me right now. He carefully picked me up off of the ground and pulled me into his arms.

"Anabella look at me, breath, in, out."

"I-I can't." I choked out still gasping for breath. Stiles look of worry turned into something like he had gotten an idea.

"Hold on Bell."

The next think he did shocked me, but got me to hold my breath for a brief moment. Stiles leaned in and placed his lips to mine, kissing me, and getting me to hold my breath. After a few seconds he pulled away.

"What- What was that?"

"You were having a panic attack, I used to get them all the time when my mom died. Not fun huh?"

I shook my head, a tear driped from my eye, I expected more to come soon.

"But why-?"

"Did I kiss you?" He cut me off. I just nodded.

"I read somewhere that holding your breath can help stop a panic attack, and when I kissed you, you held your breath." He smiled slightly, still hugging me tight in his arms. "I'm so sorry about what happened Bell. But hey, at least you got to skip Mr. Harris's class. Yeah, I'll be quiet now."

I smiled a little at him before looking down.

"It-It hurts so b-bad.S-Stiles." I choked out and tears spilled from my eyes.

"I know Bell, I know. Come on, let's get you to mine or Scotts house alright?"

I sniffled and nodded and Stiles helped me up.

We walked out of the bathroom and Scott immedietly tackled me into a famous McCall bear hug.

"Come on Bells, do you want to go to mine or Stiles's house?" Scott asked, his arm on top of Stiles's arm around my shoulders.

"Can we go to your house Scott?"

They both nodded and we all walked out together to Stiles's light blue Jeep. We put all our school stuff in the back and I climed in the Jeep. Scott surprised me by not sitting in the passenger seat by Stiles, but instead sitting with me in the back seat, pulling me close to him as Stiles started up the car. I layd my head on Scotts chest and took in his warmth and protective arms around me. I loved Scott and Stiles so much, like older brothers, only more. They always made me feel safe and protected. How would I even let them go? Did I really have to?

"Alright, to Scotts house we go!" Stiles declared as he pulled out of the parking lot and started driving to Scotts house.