Home Truths

by JJBluebell

All she ever wanted was to be like everyone else so when they move to Beacon Hills she thought it was the start of a normal life, that the past would let her go, but that's not how life works. How will she react when it all comes crashing down, when she learns the truth about the life she never wanted and the friend she's never met outside of gameland? Stiles/OC, slight Isaac/OC

1. Chapter 1

I remember being very small when everything happened, when I started to question it all, when I started to notice how different we were from the flocks of ever-changing crowds we hid amongst. I lived my life the way I thought all kids did, but I was wrong, kids don't grow up in the world I had to. The roads a lonely place; it's long, endless and has no memory, no judgments… which makes it so easy to get lost.

I got lost.

Maybe that's why he did it; maybe that's why we're pulling into a sleepy little town in our cherry glossed Chevy SS tin can we called home for so long and stop at a row of mirror built houses rather than the regular bar or motel six.

I look over the rims of my tinted shades at the sandy haired burly man beside me, a well-groomed devils goatee and thick eyebrows bringing out his green specked eyes and pearly white smirk as inked tribal flames lick at his throat. He nods for me to get out of the car with him and rounds the passenger side door, taking my creamy ring covered hand as my sneakers meet the sidewalk.

I'm more than a little confused as he stops us, rough hands on my small shoulders, outside a blue and white paneled house, a paved path leading to the snow-white rose covered blue arch, lining the tendered vivid garden with a white picket fence, but buried in the ground was a large red sign marked 'SOLD'.

"Welcome home" I turn to him with wide eyes.

"What have you done?" he smiles with a light laugh before explaining with a smile

Talking my hands I look into those pretty green eyes "I got a job, a real job…as a deputy actually and I figured we'd be needing a place to live so…"

My heart latches in my chest, barely able to breathe as I ask, ripping off my sunglasses to fully reveal my shock "you have a job? Wait…We have a house?! We…oh, my god! We have a freaking house! Seriously?!"

Throwing my arms around him I smile brightly, dancing on the spot before dragging him to the house trying to open the door "watch out."

My heart is racing as he fiddles with the keys and I push past him into the house, the walls are white washed and the floor is well shinned oak. Spinning on the spot I turn to the blonde man as he shoos me with a toothy grin and a wave of his hand "go, explore!"

I all but skip though the house, our house. I've never had a house before; not one I remember anyway.

I find myself dancing into a room with two bay windows looking out into the front yard, my front yard, there's an archway to a small walk in closet, but to me it's huge. Hey when you spend your whole life living out of suitcase a cardboard box looks pretty cozy.

"The furnishing trucks coming tomorrow, so for tonight we'll have to slum it with the sleeping bags and take out… by the look on your face I'm guessing you picked your room…you like it baby?" I feel tears threating to fall as I run to his arms

I bury myself in the familiar smell of whisky, cinnamon and cheap soap, holding him close around his middle as I sob into the comforting warmth "thank you daddy"

His arms circle my small frame kissing the top of my head before answers with a light squeeze "your welcome Harlee-girl"

As the sun sets we roll out the sleeping bags in the living room, my dad's is a simple red while mine is a green with pink polka dots. It feels strange having them on hard floor rather than soft grass; we only ever used them when we've been low on cash and it came to a motel or food, you can guess which won out. Once I've laid them out my dad walks in with bags of takeout "hope you're hungry."

"Starved!" I groan before we sit on the floor, pulling at the bags and popping open our sodas.

Holding up his can he declares "to our new home!"

"Our new home!" I smile and clink before taking a long sip then washing it down with a slice of meaty pizza

I notice those green eyes watching me before he asks after gulping a mouthful of fries "so you looking forward to your first day tomorrow?"

With a roll of my eyes I swallow "I've been to how many schools? I'm sure I'll survive." It takes me a second to realize I'm playing with my bracelet, their on my wrist is a rainbow of various shaped buttons joined onto a silver bracelet, but it's a penny sized navy button my fingers caress hauntingly with loving care. I don't even realize I'm doing it until my dad clears his throat, silly girl!

He gives me a look, a look I've come to know far too well of late "it's ok to miss him you know"

"Daddy, don't please… this is a fresh start, just… tell me about the job, do you get to carry a gun, legally I mean?" he looks disappointed but smile's as we drift into casual conversation. I know he wants to talk about it, we usually talk about everything but I'm not ready to open up.

This is a fresh start for us, a time to move on from the past… and who knows, maybe with time I'll be able to move on, from all of it… but probably not.

My music blares through the bathroom door as I dance around getting ready, the tangy taste of bacon still fresh on my tongue as I brush out my dark strands with a flatiron, most people think my hair is black but their wrong, it just a really dark chocolate color, my mom's was the same. I decide to highlight the long Cleopatra hairstyle I got not a month ago with a few strands of white hair-mascara before turning to my actual makeup, well-practiced black eyeliner painted and smudged with precision, making my icy blue eyes pop, my lips smeared with pink tinted bubblegum flavored gloss that tempt me to lick it off. For my first day I decided to go with my favorite blue sweater that had been stretched over my knuckles and holes cut in for my thumbs paired with a white front zipped waistcoat, my dark grey skinnies like a second skin and tucked under my knee high leather boots that are a bitch to lace up but make me look about four inches taller than my normal five two short-ass-ness.

I take one more look over the mirror, bruising out my hair with my fingers as my dad calls "Harlee! Come on your gonna be late!"

Once we're sat outside the school I kind of feel nervous, this was going to be my school until I graduated… it just still didn't feel real. Looking to my dad he hands me my jacket and bag with that little glint in his eye, I take them with a smile, slipping my arms into the spiked studded leather as he says "I put a twenty in your purse and try not to have the principal call until at least your second week, because I'll have to learn how to ground you and that sounds like too much hassle."

Laughing I sigh, leaning over to kiss his stubble grazed cheek "I'll try."

"That's all I ask. I have to get to work , have a good day Harlee-girl" he smiles as I climb out the car, people blatantly staring, getting a good look at the fresh meat for them to attempt to debone. Fucking vultures!

This is the worst part, first impressions. People always take one look and get the wrong idea, because I dress the way I dress I'm a freak or a lesbian or a Goth and over the years I've realized people really need to pick up a fucking dictionary once in a while.

I get lost twice on my way to the office, but now I sit in front of the blonde haired principal as he flicks through what I assume is my permanent record with how he keeps glancing at me with raised brows before finally setting the thick binder down and clearing his throat to look at me over his glasses "Well Miss Parish, your record is…colorful at best. When I spoke to your father we discussed terms for your transfer, did he talk to you about this?"

"Yeah, I have to play nice and see a shrink" I smile while leaning back and lock my fingers together

The older man seems either amused or annoyed, I'm not sure which "Ms. Morrell is an excellent counselor and I'm sure you'll get along well enough. Kendall will give you your locker number, commination and class schedule. Welcome to Beacon Hills Miss Parish I hope we don't meet too often."

I stand and leave without looking back. That was less patronizing than I thought it would be. With a light hum I look to the man who looks like he belongs in an anger management meeting rather than a school desk "Harlee Parish. He told me you'd have my schedule and stuff?"

He stands with a grumble as I turn to take a seat, I see a boy with head full of curls and baby blue eyes and he has a split lip and a bruised jaw. He looks up at me for a second, obviously feeling my gaze and gives a shy tight lipped smile that I return before another boy knocks into me "Excuse you!"

The pretty boy's only response is to grunt and walk out with a muttering of "Freak!"

I'm about to follow and break his fucking jaw when the bruised blue eyed boy speaks "ignore him, Whitmore's an ass"

When our eyes meet again he seems sheepish, almost crawling back into his seat but relaxes as I laugh "let me guess, popular jock fucking the prom queen? There's one in every school."

He laughs, showing off his bright smile before stammering "Isaac, um, my name. I'm Isaac."

"Well mines Harlee, I'm assuming that's what you wanted" I smile back at him before Kendall shows up with my papers.

He nods, bouncing those curls as he smiles "yeah well that's usually the point of an introduction… and for what it's worth I don't think you're a freak."

The desk jockey all put throws the damn things at me before I look to the boy with a small nod "ever consider that maybe I like being the freak? See you round Isaac, stay pretty."

He laughs at me little joke as I walk out into the sea of people pacing through the halls. That didn't go to bad; at least one person seems to like me. all in all I call that a fucking success.

My class schedule looks pretty good for the day, no gym so that's always a plus and art is just drawing so that's good.

I think I'll be ok. I hope.

I'm staring at the paper in my hand when I crash into someone hard and everything in my hands crashes to the ground and I mutter "shit!"

"Sorry" a gentle voice offers and kneels to help me with my books.

I look up to see a pretty brunette girl, offering a tightlipped smile as she hands me my pencil case "no, it's my fault I wasn't looking…"

Standing she looks me over and I resist the urge to roll my eyes, let the judging commence! "You're new, right? I'm Allison."

She offers me her hand and I hesitate before taking it, she looked like she could be popular and I look like…well, me "Harlee and yup, first day."

"Don't worry, I was the last new girl, it gets better trust me. Is that your schedule?" She smiles at me sweetly before gesturing after the paper.

I look her over for a long second, I've had run-ins with girls who pretend to be welcoming and helpful then lock you in a supply closet. This girl seemed genuine enough, sweet smile, bright eyes… seemingly none malicious, let's see. I hand her the paper with skepticism and she nods "Mrs. Barns, Math. I've got to pass by there for history so I could take you."

I slap on my best smile, the one I use when my dad asks where his cigarettes are knowing I've hid them… anyway I shrug while fiddling with my necklace "Why not, just don't try and lock me in any closets or I'll hold you down and shave your pretty little head like the last girl."

Her brown puppy dog eyes go wide for a second before she lets out a small giggle "I promise no closets and a little tip if you sit on the left of Mrs. Barns she can't hear you talking because she refuses to wear her hearing aid or go near the computer lab."

Walking down the hall we get a few stares as I nod with a laugh "so she's an antievolutionist, good to know. Maybe I can wave my IPod at her threateningly to avoid detention."

We glide through the see of bodies as the bell chimes and Allison looks at me with knitted brows "how do you know you'll get detention? It's your first day."

I laugh more to myself than anything and wink with a click of my tongue "it's inevitable, my best time record was seven minutes and eighteen seconds after the bell… but I did promise my dad I'd try and play nice, so who knows."

She just smiles with a light shake of her head as we stop "well this is it, it was nice meeting you Harlee and good luck."

I watch as she walks off into the crowd, she's nice and who knows we might even end up friends. I walk into class and race to the left hand side of the room, shrugging out of my jacket and taking a seat by the window. It's not long before the class is slammed with student eager to learn math…or nap, whichever. After a moment a frail woman, with greying red hair and strong posture speaks brashly reading from the register in her hand "quiet down now, I believe we have a new student with us, um, Harlee Parish! Miss Parish?"

With a heavy sigh I raise my hand, already half aware of where this was going "ah, Miss Parish, why don't you came up and tell the class a bit about yourself?"

I just groan to myself I toy with a pencil and smile "I'd rather not"

She looks kind of taken aback as I smile but carries on with her lesion plan, I covered this in my last school not a week ago so I decide to doodle instead. I dedicate mast of that class drawing an upside down Spiderman hanging on his web with name badge pinned to his chest with a Wal-Mart background, a little speech bubble coming from him reading 'My nametag says Bob… that's not my name.' and I'm not hating it, but with ten minutes left I decide to fold it into an airplane and when Mrs. Barns turns I throw into the air; hoping it'll hit someone.

"OW!" I bite my lip to hold back my laugh as it smacks some guy square in the head, he looks around and I see a pair of bright amber orbs looking back before he takes the plane off the floor curiously and folds it out.

I expect him to crumble it up and throw it back at me or something, but my head falls to the side as I hear his light laugh and see him nudge his shaggy haired friend who smiles as he's shown the picture. What I expect even less is for him to look back, searching the room as before those eyes lock with my icy gems and holds up the picture, silently asking if I drew it and I give a joking shrug with a cheeky smile to which he give me a thumbs up and a nod as the bell chimes.

My other classes went slowly and without much incident, I was on best behavior after all. When the lunch bell rings I almost drool in anticipation of food.

There was one thing that was bugging me, the two boys who had kept my little doodle, well it was more the one with the shaggy hair because it was only after I laughed off the cute kid giving me the thumbs up that I noticed how fidgety his friend was, sniffing the air almost as he looked around suspiciously, he was the same in French to… I hate French, I went to a French restaurant when I was twelve, I didn't understand a word, ended up ordering a sheep's brain thanks to the suggestive French waiter and I puked in the car. I hate French.

I walk over to the cafeteria I stand deciding what I should actually get, my stomach rumbling just looking at the food "I recommend the beacon cheese melt"

Looking up I find a pair of blue eyes and a torn smile "I was checking out the rib meat actually."

"Bold but the smell is deceiving, they taste like ass" I giggle lightly with a not leaning over to pick up the recommended dish.

Isaac looks at me with an approved nod and takes his own melt, as we move down the line "enjoying your fist day?"

"Meh, I've had better, I've had worse. I haven't been given detention but I also haven't put anyone in the nurse's office, so it's a win loose" he laughs and walks with me as I stumble to a stop looking for a table

It takes a second for me to realize he's watching me "um…you can sit with me, if you want I mean."

"Well aint you the charmer" I laugh and follow him to one of the smaller tables near the back of the largely packed room

When we sit down I notice he's looking over at a girl, I turn to see it's the one I bumped into earlier, Allison "she's hot, why don't you talk to her?"

His cheeks flush bright red as he shy's away, watching his fork play with his food "no, no, I mean… she's into someone else so…"

Shrugging I lean over and smirk "unless she's dating the guy, it's fair game and how do you expect to win when you aint even playing?"

He looks at me like I'm crazy before laughing with a shake of his head and points to the table Allison was sat at beside a red haired girl wearing a really cute shirt and the asshole from reception this morning "Allison's been here just over a week and she's sat with Lydia every day. We don't mix."

I sigh as my eyes wonder around the room, freezing when I find two boys looking over, whispering almost and shifting uncomfortably when they notice me watching "Isaac, you know those two?"

I don't take my eyes off them as he lean around to look past me "That's Scott and Stiles, Stiles is the pale one. It's strange though."

I turn to meet his thoughtful gaze "What's strange?"

"Well their both on the lacrosse team, but there're benched every season then the other day at tryouts Scott was good; like really good… I guess he trained or something over break." He just shrugs it off with a twitch of a smile before turning back to his meal

I watch the two, watched them sheepishly watch me pretending not to. Well, this could be interesting.

The rest of the day passed quickly and I was itching to get out of this place and see what the house looked like, dad had said he got an extended lunch so he could let the furnisher guys in. I hope he got me a big bed, my own bed… wow.

The second the last bell rang I bolted out, not even bothering going back for the books in my locker, I made plans to meet dad at the station if he wasn't out front by three. Now I walked around the streets on Beacon Hills, it was like many towns I'd been in over the years, everyone knew everyone and nothing was secret for long. I always dreamed of a place like this, don't get me wrong I loved the city's, Miami, San Francisco, Vegas… but nothing quit compared to the homely feel of a small town and for a girl who's never had a home that's kind of a big deal.

Eventually I find the station and smile to the first man in uniform I see "Excuse me; I'm looking for Bobby Parish?"

He looks down at me with kind eyes, his face aged with a familiar pain "You must be Harlee, I'm Sheriff Stilinski"

I take his hand with a first shake as he waves me over to follow him my face scrunches over as I see my little stalkers stood near the office, looking just as shocked as I am to see them "Bobby, you got a visitor!"

From the small desk stands my dad, his usual biker style ripped away by the ironed deputy uniform as he picks me up into a tight hug "Hey Harlee-girl, you have a good first day? Make any friends? Make anyone cry or bleed?"

I laugh and let go while standing with my hands on my hips, mirroring him "no bleeders, one criers, but it's still early. I think so, his names Isaac and the day is still on the fence"

The sheriff just looks at us as I wait patiently, a smile tugs my dad's lips wide as he pulls something from his pocket "I didn't get a call from the principal so I call that a win."

I do I little dance as I all but snatch the red vines from his hand then bouncing up to kiss his cheek "best, dad, ever!"

Ripping open the packet I start chewing on the cherry flavored stick, my little addiction, as the sandy haired sheriff laughs "why can't I get my kid to be that cooperative?"

"Because if I was you'd get suspicious" I hear a voice from behind me and turn to see the two

Scott just looks at me with a twitch of his nose and a tight lipped smile while the other boy stands bold and proud "Damn right I would. Boys have you met Harlee?"

The amber eyed one scoffs and nods "Obviously… your Harlee right?"

I laugh and nod "the one and only and your thumb boy."

I can feel the confused stares as he give a chuckle, even his grumpy little friend smiles a little "please call me Stiles, much easier to remember"

I smile at him before feeling a hand on the small of my back and a brief kiss on the top of my head "Good to see you playing nice, boys it was nice to meet you. Harlee I'll just go get my stuff ok baby?"

"Alright daddy" I say in a tone way too young for my age, but I can't help it, it's a habit

As he leaves the sheriff sighs "I better get back to work to. Stiles, why don't you get Scott and yourself home and don't still be up on that damned game when I get home. Harlee it was nice to meet you"

I wave him off, left alone with the two for a long moment of awkward silence until Stiles elbows Scott and I roll my eyes "What's your problem Scott? You've been giving me the stink eye all freaking day and I don't like it."

He swallows hard with a frowned brow while Stiles scratches his head awkwardly "I'm sorry it's just… something about you."

I feel my blood boil and cross my arms over my chest, not wanting to get busted for assault in a room full of cops "my hair? My clothes? What? What is your issue here just so I have a clear understanding of why I'm breaking your nose."

He looks away, a mask of inept shame covering his dark eyes "I'm sorry it's just, you're different and I don't mean bad or anything… you smell like vanilla grass."

That raises a brow and Stiles self-face-palms and groans "oh my god"

I look between them for a long second before nodding more to myself than anything else "you two are kind of creepy aint you… I like that."

Now they look at me like I just ripped my shirt open, minis the wood and Stiles smiles "Well, your obviously marginally insane… we can work with that."

I can't help the laughter as Scott smacks him on the chest, making Stiles jump and rub at the spot "just stop with the Manson glare, ok?"

This gets the moody fucker to smile and he nods "yeah, I really am sorry."

"Harlee-girl, ready?" a strong arm rounds my shoulder and I lean into the comforting embrace

Looking up to those green eyes I smile "yes Mr. Deputy sir! Bye guys."

So, I smell like vanilla grass… what the fuck does that mean?

When we get home I jump all over my bed, in my room, in my house. My bed is huge with a black leather diamond headboard and I have a small computer desk and a pink cushioned seat in the corner with my old laptop sitting on it. I change into some shorts and an old AC-DC shirt, that's too big for me but way too small for my dad, it has lingering smells of cigarettes smoke, mint scented aftershave and a musk that pulls me in.

As I button up the freshly bought pink and cream polka dot sheets I fiddle with my necklace, the silver cool on my skin as I twist the blue pearl against the two surrounding discs when the laptop whistles loudly.

Skipping over I smile at the game chat I have open and the message waiting for me;

The-California-Master: hey, been a few days. Should I be worried? x

Smiling brightly I take a seat, fingers tapping away;

RoadBrat69: I'm alive, call off the dogs. Just been settling in and all. x

The-California-Master: You move again? X

RoadBrat69: Yeah, but this time's better, we're here to stay. X

The-California-Master: Seriously? That's awesome! What's it like, being like everyone else? X

RoadBrat69: I haven't decided yet, only been here a few days, but I'm seriously digging having a bed of my own. X

The-California-Master: Least you don't have to worry about bedbugs anymore hehe. X

As I start typing a reply a voice travels from the lower level of the house "Harlee, come here baby."

"One sec!" I shout back and type furiously;

RoadBrat69: Tell me about it, gtg play later? X

The-California-Master: Definitely, I've been stuck outside the sanctum of souls for three days and bring your fire sward! Bye X

RoadBrat69: Later master ;) ha that still gets me x

I laugh and log out. What? I travel a lot, how else am I supposed to make lasting relationships?

Jogging down the stairs I look around at the empty kitchen, now filled with all the essentials of an all American home and their red "Daddy?"

"Down here baby and bring me some water would you?" after getting a chilled bottle from the fridge I follow the gruff voice through the dimly lit doorway and down the stairs to the basement, they don't creek like I'd expected and at the bottom is a large iron bared door I step through with a lick of my dry lips and slam it shut carefully behind me…