Chapter 2

I could hear the sounds of hearts beating, the beeps of machines and the heavy pained breathing of those around me. I knew without ever opening my eyes where I was and was not at all happy about, I could feel my throat constricting and the sweat breakout all over. I screamed so loud my own ears started to hurt, my eyes flew open and I began to rip at the tubes and wires connected to me. A dark-haired nurse flew into my room and took one stunned look at me before coming across the room towards me. She froze as I pinned her with a look I had been told made people want to curl in a ball and cry, she was a fairly pretty woman but if she wanted to stay that way she need to keep back.

"Iveliss" Someone hisses

I turn to find El standing by the door a worried look on her face as she held Bria's hand; I knew she wanted me to lay back down and rest. But I also knew she understood my hate for hospitals, doctors and pretty much all things medically related. I would never willingly set foot in a hospital ever again and that was a promise I intended to keep.

"I'm leaving" I say to the nurse who looks shocked that I spoke at all

"I I'm sorry miss but I can't allow you to leave, you're just a minor and…" she began to stutter before she was interrupted

"It is fine Ms. McCall; Mr. Whittemore here has agreed to become the girls' legal guardian." Said a man dressed in a brown sheriff's uniform, his name tag says Stilinski.

"I've already signed the release forms, Iveliss can go." Said the man who I assume is Mr. Whittemore, he was a medium sized man with dark hair.

I don't quite know if I like these two or not but they did me out of the hospital so I guess they are good in my book.

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El, Ria, and I are all seated in the back of a dark blue Honda civic with the Whittemore driving to their home. His wife seems just a little bit too excited for my tastes I was hoping she would be as stoic as her husband but she keep gushing along that she always wanted a daughter.

"Now I have three" She cried happily

"Sweetheart they've just gown through a traumatizing event I doubt they will want to do mother daughter things." Said Mr. Whittemore as he patted her leg

"Well I hope that will change soon. Oh I almost forgot we have a son his name is Jackson, he goes to Beacon Hills high just like you girls will. I know you'll get along just fine."

A son named Jackson; hopefully he would be nice to the girls so I wouldn't have to hurt him. I turn to them to ask their opinion of this family but immediately recoil once I catch sit of their faces. They are both sporting huge Cheshire cat grins; if they smiled any harder their faces would split open. I looked away from then and watched the trees fly past the window in a blur each one melting into the next. I was exhausted; after being discharged I had to be questioned about our family, retelling the story left me drained and feeling hopeless. Sheriff Stilinski had promised to find the people responsible but of course he would never find the werewolves as I had left that piece of information out.

I woke up in a warm bed curled up in the fetal position feeling for the first time in a long time safe. I sensed someone was in the room with me and rolled out of the bed onto the floor to peep over the edge of the bed. A boy or no a man walked out of the bathroom wearing a towel and nothing else, I went on high alert immediately and made a mad dash for the door while yelling.

"Stay away from me!"

I made it to the end of the hall where I crashed into Mrs. Whittemore leaving another room, her smiling face quickly morphed into a frown as she looked down at me.

"Iveliss what's wrong dear?" She said in a hushed tone

I didn't say anything only pointed behind me and headed down the stairs, as I reached the bottom of the stairs I heard her speaking with someone.

"Jackson there are girls here, put some clothes on son."

"Why was she in my room?"

"Oh my… that was my fault I forgot to tell you her bed wasn't put together yet and the poor dear fell asleep in the car."

"Just make sure it doesn't happen again." He growled

My mouth dropped open at that last part and stayed that way until Mrs. Whittemore came down the steps whistling to her. She stopped and patted my chin closed before going into the kitchen to finish dinner. I walk into an almost scarily clean living room to find Elena and Bria sitting watching TV; something on animal planet about panthers. Just as I'm settling myself into one of the chairs Mrs. Whittemore yells for us to come and eat dinner.

"Food" Elena screams

"I'm so hungry what are we having?" Bria chirps skipping after El to the kitchen to see

Right before I could enter the kitchen a sharp pain went through my shoulder as the boy; Jackson, slammed into me.

"Ivy you should watch where you're going wouldn't want to you to get hurt." He said as he sauntered into the room pulling out chairs for my sisters then settling into his own.

I slowly slide into my own seat and look that food before me and my stomach churns, I would go to sleep hungry tonight. The look on my face must have been a free pass for him because he immediately put his two cents in.

"A little ungrateful aren't we Ivy, not eating the food that my mother cooked just for you."

"Let's not begin to accuse each other of being ungrateful Jack; at least I don't treat my mother like crap." I hiss watching him stiffen in his seat

"At least my mother is still alive." He growled smirking as I look down at my plate.

The whole time his mother sat there, doing nothing but try to make small talk with the girls as we glared at each other from across the table. I stood suddenly and turned to leave, I'd have enough of him to last the rest of my life.

"Ivy you haven't eaten any of your food are you unwell?" She asked smiling brightly

"Ivy is a vegetarian Mrs. Whittemore; she gets sick from meat and meat byproducts." Mumbled Bria with her mouth full as she stabbed at the steak on my plate, trying to wrestle it from El

"Oh I didn't know dear, I'm so sorry."

"It is fine" I whispered as I cast one more scatching look towards Jackson before going up stairs to find my room.

I didn't realize it then but I had started war with a boy whose very soul was fractured into a million pieces, who had everything but really had nothing. He made the next month of my life hell and I started to count the days of the week by his insults, every day was another little thing about me he would pick at.