People hadn't stopped talking about her. She had been in town a total of one day and they still hadn't moved on to the next topic of gossip. She was afraid that somehow her mother and sister would hear of her arrival. She didn't want that. She didn't want them to hear from someone else that she was back. She had been trying to go back home but somehow the courage to do that was lost on her.

"Did you hear? Emma Martin is back." She quietly sipped her coffee as the conversation between the waitress and the customer reached her ears. While everyone knew she was back, fortunately no one had noticed that she was sitting in the exact same diner as them. Maybe she should have just taken her coffee to go instead.

Yes, she was back and there was no way that she was leaving no matter what Derek said. She had yet to see him again after meeting him yesterday.

"I wonder why she's back. She's been away for so long." She threw her payment on the table and practically ran out. Her head was exploding from all the conversations in that diner.

Making her way to the car she felt someone's eyes on her. Upon turning around she sucked in her breath. There stood Lydia, that head of hair, a stark contrast to her plain brown, would have been recognizable anywhere. She was gorgeous. Gone was the chubby girl with pigtails. She had an air of maturity around her.

She took a step towards her with a smile on her face, "Lydia…"

"What the hell are you doing here?" Lydia seethed. Emma was taken aback and visibly flinched. She had expected animosity but nothing could have prepared her for it.

"Lydia." She whispered and tears welled up. She wanted to hug her so bad.

"Don't! You need to leave! Leave before mom finds out! Don't make me repeat it again." And she started walking away. Her shoes clicked a beat on the sidewalk, successfully breaking Emma out of the trance.

"Lydia, stop! Stop! Please." Her strides become longer but she reached out and grabbed hold of her arm. "Please just stop and listen to me. I beg you!"

"No, Emma. No." She whispered and Emma could sense her distress and hurt.

"Please, just let me explain."

"No, Emma. I'm not going to stand here and listen to you. Do you know what it feels like to hear from someone else that your big sister is alive and well, in fact back to Beacon Hills and hasn't even bothered to show up home? Ever since you left you don't know how we've been living our life. Mom has been a mess. I was a mess. But we came out of it. We were so worried about you, scared that someone would show up on our door and tell us that you were-

Somewhere along the conversation both sisters had started crying. Emma was speechless but at the same time felt deserving of it all.

"And here you are having the gall to tell me to stop and listen to you! Why couldn't you pick up the phone all those years and give us a call and tell us that you were okay?"

"I tried to, you know?" Emma whispered. "Every time I stopped somewhere I always made my way to a phone booth and dialed those numbers that I could never forget. It would ring but I would never be able to talk. I would shut it because I didn't know what to tell you guys. I was going through so much-

"No! Now you're just making excuses! I have seen what this world has to offer. My eyes have been opened. I know what's going on. You can tell me now!"

"Lydia…I…I don't know where to start."

"The truth for a change would be a good place."

"Lydia, I'm a…I'm a werewolf. I never meant…" Emma tried to control her tears, "I was just trying to protect you and mom and it was the only way out."

"You're a werewolf? Well, I'm a freaking banshee! Okay? I see dead people! I can tell when someone is about to die! I scream when someone dies! It doesn't get weirder then me, okay?"

"I know." Emma laughed and a genuinely smile came upon both the sisters' faces. "And I'm sorry. I'm sorry I hurt you so much and hurt mom so much. I was going to show up but I was scared that maybe you guys wouldn't want me and it's justifiable that you guys don't want me and-

"No, Emma. Don't you see even after this entire time mom hears your name, she starts balling her eyes out. She thought she saw a glimpse of you in town today. It wasn't my secret to tell that you were back." Lydia wiped her tears and composed herself. "Please come home. Fix this. Please, Emma. It's been too long."

"Okay. I'll drop by. I'll come home. Right now."