AN: I own NOTHING, except Poppy and any other OCs you might notice within this story. (Although I would not mind owning ANY of the boys from this show ;) )

Poppy Fairchild; the pretty red head moved to Beacon Hills after a house fire took everything from her and the last thing that she expected to find was werewolves and hunters plus more tearing up the town in a war that's waged since the begging of time. She finds herself in a whirlwind of violence, love, hate, and even innocence hiding somewhere in there. Stiles/OC and Isaac/OC

AN: Hey guys! As promised here's the next chappy! :D BTW I might not be able to update as often because DirectTV and whoever is in charge of MTV and a few other channels are in like a little spat so I will be using my family computer to watch the episodes until they fix the issue. :P

Also several of you have said that you hate Poppy's dad (I do too) but it's part of the story line D: sorry!

Enjoy! ;)

A Wise Man Once Said "Appearances Can Be Deceiving"

Chapter Three

RESTRAINT

Poppy POV

"What do you mean you got arrested?" I whisper yelled into the phone at Stiles.

"Jackson's dad is a lawyer and Jackson may or may not be pressing charges against us." Stiles said sighing.

"Well let's hope it's the latter, with any luck you'll get off with a small punishment that doesn't affect the whole convincing Jackson he's the kanima thing." I said still speaking quietly as not to wake up my dad.

I heard a voice in the background and the Stiles sighing again, "I've gotta go its judgment time." He said.

"Mkay, let me know the verdict, I'll see you at school." I said running a hand through my cherry colored hair.

"Bye, Poppy." Stiles said and I heard a click.

I sighed and flopped back on my pillows. I ran a hand over my face before I got out of bed. I slipped on a pair of smiley face socks and padded quietly over to my door. I opened it slowly and slipped through it quickly. I padded down the stairs and into the kitchen. I opened one of the cabinets and grabbed a glass before closing it again. "Poppy, what are you doing up?" My dad asked.

I yelped and the glass slipped out of my fingers and shattered on impact with the floor. I winced before facing my dad, "I'll clean it up, dad; don't worry." I said meeting his gray eyes.

Carson smiled, "No it's my fault, don't worry about it." He said with a chuckle.

My shoulders visibly relaxed and I let out a breath through my nose, "But we did agree on a curfew so I will have to punish you; say no TV for a week?" Dad suggested.

I nodded even though I knew what was coming. He lunged at me and I fell onto the glass. I hissed as I felt glass cut through the skin on my arms and back. I felt him grab me by the shoulders and slam me into the refrigerator before getting tossed into the railing. I hit the ground and lay on my stomach panting slightly. I could feel hot tears running down my cheeks as he picked me up and slapped me across the face.

I felt a pulsing underneath my cheek and knew I'd be working with my makeup for at least an hour the next morning. My dad slung me over his shoulder and carried me down to the basement where I finally let my screams loose.

I looked at myself in my vanity the next day. I had on a baby blue dress with a sweetheart neckline that ended about mid-thigh with a pleated skirt and a thin brown belt. It had tiny printed red bows on it that were the same shade of my hair. I had on a thin cream long sleeved cardigan, black tights and brown combat boots. My hair had a slight wave to it except for the bangs which I had straightened. I had a sliver necklace that had a flat circle pendent with the word halfelins (AN: Google translate French to English) scrawled on the back and an intricate design of a wolf howling on the front.

I had cuts up and down my back and legs and bruises up and down my arms and stomach along with one blossoming across my left cheekbone that I had successfully covered up with makeup and my hair. I also had on a shimmery gold colored eyeshadow and black mascara to bring the attention away from my cheekbones and to my blue eyes. I grabbed my messenger bag and car keys and headed out my bedroom door and ran right into my dad.

My eyes immediately flickered anywhere but his face, "I'm heading to school I should be back by 4:30 if I'm not I'll let you know." I said brushing past him and down the stairs.

As I opened the front door he finally spoke up, "Have a great day!" He called.

I cringed as my body ached, "Bye dad!" I called back before hurrying to my car.

When I got to school I got a text from Stiles to meet him and Scott in the library. I got out of my car and hurried up the steps and into the school. "Poppy!" I heard my name being called.

I stopped and turned, "Smile!" Matt said holding up his camera.

I smiled and raised my hand in a greeting, "Thanks!" He said before running off.

My smile dropped and I headed to the library. I went inside and spotted Scott and Stiles in one of the rows. I walked over and tapped Stiles on the shoulder to get his attention, "A restraining order, really?" I hissed at the two.

"Hey you look nice, blue looks great on you!" Stiles said grinning goofily.

Do not blush, Poppy, do not- damn red head genes! Butterflies erupted in my stomach at his smile and I caught Scott giving me a weird look, "Thank you, but seriously what the hell is going on?" I asked.

"This." Scott said pulling out a black tablet from the shelf.

"It's everything Lydia could translate and trust me she was very confused." Allison said as Stiles and I peered over Scott's shoulder at the screen.

"Lydia knows archaic Latin?" I asked and Stiles gave me a look, "I mean I know she's a freaking genius but I didn't know she'd studied archaic Latin, I just thought she studied regular Latin."

"What'd you tell her?" Scott asked.

"That we were part of an online gaming community that battles mythical creatures." Allison said hiding a smile.

I stifled a giggle, "Nice one." I said biting my lip to hide my smile.

"I am part of an online gaming community that battles mythical creatures." Stiles said seriously.

I giggled at his geekiness but hid it behind a cough, "Oh course you are sweetie." I said patronizingly and patting his shoulder.

"Oh." Allison said, "Great."

"Okay does it say how to find out who's controlling him?" Scott asked.

"Not really but Stiles was right about the murderers." Allison answered.

"Yes!" Stiles said doing a little fist pump.

I smiled at him again before turning my attention back to the tablet. "It calls the kanima a weapon of vengeance." Allison said, "There's a story about a South American priest who uses the kanima to execute murderers in his village."

I nodded and bit my lip, "Alright so maybe it's not all bad." Stiles said shrugging.

"Wait there's gonna be more." I said tugging at the sleeves of my cardigan.

"Until the bind grew strong enough that it killed whoever he wanted it to." Allison added.

"All bad, all very bad." Stiles said and I nodded.

"Here's the thing though the kanima's actually supposed to be a werewolf but it can't be-"

A teacher walked up and Allison stopped talking and looked down at a book in her hands. "Until it resolves that in its past which manifested it." Scott finished reading from the tablet.

"Okay if that means that Jackson could use a few thousand hours of therapy I could've told you that myself." Stiles said.

"Jackson was open with me in the van, when we were alone, that was the only time I ever saw him calm." I said crossing my arms.

"We're not letting you give him therapy," Stiles said bluntly, "That's completely out of the question."

I rolled my eyes, "That's so not what I was suggesting." I said.

"Guys, what if it has something to do with his parents?" Allison asked cutting us off, "His real parents."

Stiles and I exchanged looks, "Does anyone know what happened to them?" Scott asked.

They looked at me and I shrugged, "That wasn't in the file my source had." I said answering their silent question.

"Lydia might." Stiles said.

I nodded in agreement, "But what if she doesn't know anything?" Scott asked.

"Well he doesn't have a restraining order against me." Allison said, "So I'll talk to him myself."

"What do I do?" Scott asked.

"You have a makeup exam remember?" Allison reminded him.

Stiles and I nodded at him and I could see the conflict on his face. Allison reached through the bookshelf to hold Scott's hand and I turned my head away to let them have their moment which was interrupted by Stiles sticking his head through the bookshelf, "Anything evil." He added.

I grabbed his backpack and pulled him back, "Smooth." I said as he fumbled with the book in his hands.

"Let's go find Lydia." I said grabbing his hand and tugging him away.

"I'm not supposed to tell anyone." Lydia said as we followed her down the hallway.

"Oh, c'mon anyone who says they're not supposed to tell anyone is always dying to tell someone, so tell us!" Stiles said

"Why do you want to know?" Lydia asked irritating me.

I gritted my teeth, "We can't tell you that." I said.

"Then I'm not telling you." She snapped.

"But you are telling us that you could tell us something if you wanted to tell us?" Stiles asked confusing us.

I raised an eyebrow at him, "Was that a question?" Lydia asked.

"It…felt like a question." Stiles said sighing.

Lydia smiled at him, "Tell me if this feels like an answer…no." She said speeding up.

I hit Stiles on the arm and walked faster. We followed her up the stairs into a different hall, "Lydia, c'mon! Lydia, wait!" Stiles called after her as I brought him to a stop.

"What?" He complained looking down at me.

"You're-"

I gasped as we were slammed into a wall. I felt my back pulsate with pain and glared at Erica, "What are you two a thing now?" She asked in a sugar sweet voice.

I rolled my eyes and looked down to see her claws out, "Why are you asking Lydia about Jackson's real parents?" She demanded as I shoved her hand off me.

"Why are you bringing out the claws on camera?" Stiles retorted as I adjusted my cardigan.

Erica turned to look at the camera before dropping her hand from Stiles' chest, "That's right, you wanna play Catwoman; I'll be your Batman." Stiles said putting a hand on my back and starting to lead me away.

"If you're wondering about Jackson's real parents, they're about a half mile from here," Stiles and I turned to face her, "In Beacon Hills Cemetery."

Stiles and I followed Erica down the hall, "Erica!" He yelled as we hurried up on either side of her, "Do you know how they died?" Stiles asked.

"Maybe, if you tell me why you're so interested?" She said smirking.

Stiles and I hesitated, exchanging looks as she slowed down before coming to a complete stop, "It's him isn't it?" Erica asked walking again.

"What? Him? Him, who?" Stiles asked.

"The test didn't work but it's still him," Erica said, "Its Jackson."

I hit Stiles in the stomach and picked up my pace so I would fall in step with her, "Erica, listen, we just need to know what you know, that's all." I said as we walked, "And you can't tell Derek. There's a lot more to this that you don't know about." I added as we turned into the hallway by the boys' locker room.

Stiles caught up to us, "Just because you got the Alpha bite makeover doesn't mean you get to go around destroying people." He said.

Erica turned around to face us, "Why not?" She demanded, "That's all anyone used to do to me." She said turning to Stiles, "I used to have the worst crush in the world on you."

I watched Stiles' mouth fall open in shock, "Yeah you, Stiles, and you never once even noticed me, exactly how you're not noticing me right now." Erica said.

I followed Stiles' gaze to the water seeping out from the locker room. I took a step closer but was pulled back by Stiles as Scott came flying through the door followed by Jackson who started shaking Scott. Erica grabbed Jackson and held him back while Stiles did the same with Scott. "What the hell's going on?" Mr. Harris asked, "Hey enough! Enough! What do you idiots think you're doing? Jackson calm down!"

Allison came out with a terrified look on her face and I put my arm around her comfortingly. "Mr. McCall, care to explain yourself? Stilinski?" Mr. Harris demanded.

"Hey you dropped this." Matt said holding out the tablet to Scott.

Mr. Harris grabbed it before pointing to Jackson and Scott, "You and you…actually all of you." He said pointing around the little circle that had formed from Stiles to Matt, "Detention 3 o'clock." He said before walking off.

I groaned, "Great job guys, fan-freaking-tastic." I spat looking from Scott to Jackson.

I stood at my locker looking at the pictures on the door. I traced the outline of Sara shoving Kyle as she laughed. A smile flickered across my face before I shut my locker to reveal Isaac standing there with a smirk on his face. "Got detention, huh?" He remarked.

I rolled my eyes, "Only because Harris is an asshole who relishes in other peoples' pain and misery." I huffed pushing my hair off my face and crossing my arms.

Isaac's eyes narrowed at me and his thumb came up and brushed across my cheekbone making me wince and goosebumps to pop up across my arms. "Stilinski was right, blue does look good on you." Isaac said smiling.

I felt my cheeks heat up and Isaac's smile widened. "Thank you," I said smiling softly at him, "Was there something you needed? I have to get to detention."

Isaac shrugged, "Just wondering if I could walk you to detention." He said.

"Well the answer's yes as long as we don't talk about my father." I said tugging on my sleeves.

Isaac nodded and we began walking, "Where'd you get your necklace?" He asked stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"It was my mother's; she gave it to me after I was born." I said fiddling with it.

"What happened to her, your mom?" He asked after a moment.

I winced, "She died the day after I was born." I said simply.

We stopped outside the library, "I'm sorry." Isaac said facing me.

I faced him, turning my back to the door and shrugged, "Are you gonna ask me who the kanima is now or what?" I asked smirking at him.

Isaac shrugged, "Nope, I actually did want to talk to you." He answered smirking back at me.

I opened my mouth to reply but was cut off by the bell ringing, "Bye Poppy." He said turning on his heel and walking away.

I sighed and turned back around to see Mr. Harris, "You're late." He spat

My eyes widened, "Sorry sir I was-"

"Talking to Lahey, I saw, get in." He snapped moving so I could walk past him.

I walked in and sat next to Stiles. "I'm gonna kill him." Scott said and my eyebrows went up as my eyes went wide.

"No, you're not, you're gonna find out who's controlling him and then you're gonna help save him." Stiles said while Scott glared at Jackson.

Scott shook his head, "No you're right let's kill him." He said shaking his legs up and down.

Stiles and I sighed, "Oh…no…" Stiles groaned.

I hit him on the arm, "You are such a bad influence." I said watching as Scott tried to control his anger while he glared at Jackson.

"Me? Says miss cute innocent little hunter girl who carries deadly weapons around with her and tried to teach Scott how to use a gun." Stiles retorted licking his bottom lip.

Ignoring the fact that he called me cute I smirked and leaned towards him, "Appearances can be deceiving, Stilinski." I whispered and heard his heard speed up as color flooded his cheeks.

I grinned and giggled as I pulled out my chemistry book and notebook. Stiles got his thinking face on as he turned to Scott, "Hey, what if it's Matt?" He mused, "I mean this whole thing comes back to the video right?"

I looked up from my homework and saw Matt eating from a bag as Jackson pinched the bridge of his nose. "Danny said that Matt was the one who found the two hours of footage missing." Scott said watching Matt.

"Exactly he's trying to throw suspicion off himself." Stiles said while I did my homework.

"So he makes Jackson kill Isaac's dad, one of Argent's hunters, and a mechanic working on your Jeep?" Scott asked.

"Yes." Stiles said nodding.

"Why?" Scott asked furrowing his eyebrows.

"Because…he's evil." Stiles said unconvincingly as he glared at Matt while he ate his chips.

I laughed slightly as I finished up my homework, "You just don't like him." Scott said smirking.

"The guy bugs me, I don't know what it is, just look at him." Stiles said leaning back in his seat.

I smirked, "I think his face is cute." I said.

Stiles glared at him, "You so don't help." He accused.

I laughed, "Why because every guy in this school is attractive?" I paused, "Except for Mr. Harris and Gerard, Harris is an asshole, and Gerard is an old jerk." I added putting away my chemistry homework.

"You just took that out!" Stiles protested running a hand over his hair.

I looked at him with a blank expression, "What part of how smart I am didn't you understand?" I asked clasping my hands together.

I saw Jackson get up and nudged Stiles, "I have to go to the bathroom." Jackson said heading towards the door.

"Are you alright?" Mr. Harris asked.

"I just need to get some water." Jackson said leaving.

"No one leaves their seats." Mr. Harris said before following Jackson out.

I grabbed my bag and sat down at Erica's table along with Stiles and Scott. "So you know how Jackson's parents died." Scott said as we all looked intently at her.

"Maybe." Erica answered not looking up from her notebook.

"Talk." Scott demanded.

Erica closed her notebook and put it down, "It was a car accident, my dad was the insurance investigator and every time he sees Jackson drive by in his Porsche he makes some comment about the huge settlement he'll be getting when he's 18." She said.

"So not only is Jackson rich now but he's getting even richer when he's 18?" Stiles asked while Erica smirked at him.

"Yup." She said.

"Some things are deeply wrong with that." Stiles said sighing.

I nodded, "So why the hell is this kid so messed up? He seems like he has a perfect life." I snapped crossing my arms.

"You know what?" Erica said opening her laptop, "I could try to find the insurance files in my dad's inbox, he keeps everything."

"Scott McCall please report to the principal's office." A woman's voice said over the PA.

I furrowed my eyebrows as I looked at Scott and he shrugged as he got up and left. I looked back at Allison who shrugged and shook her head. I sighed and turned back around to Stiles and Erica. Jackson came back in a moment later all sweaty with Mr. Harris behind him, "Passengers arrived at the hospital DOA, the estimated time of death, 9:26 p.m. June 14th, 1995." Erica said.

"Jackson's birthday's June 15th." Stiles said matter of factly.

I raised an eyebrow and he quickly turned back to the screen. Mr. Harris packed up his stuff and we all started to pack up. Mr. Harris laughed, "Oh no, I'm sorry, yes I'm leaving but none of you are." He said, "You may go when you're done with the reshelving."

I groaned and sat back down, "Enjoy the rest of your evening." Mr. Harris said as he left.

"It means he was born after his mom died by C-section, they had to pull him out of her dead body basically." I explained to Scott and Allison as I reshelved books.

"So was it an accident or not?" Allison asked.

Stiles shrugged, "The word all over the report is inconclusive." He said.

"But his parents could've been murdered?" Scott asked.

I nodded, "And I don't know about you but that sounds to me a lot like it goes with the kanima myth." I said grabbing a book and walking over to Erica's aisle.

I shelved it and Erica smirked at me, "You know we could have our own little girls who like Stiles club." She said.

I smiled, "Thanks but no thanks, I'm good with just being friends with him." I said turning on my heel.

Her hand shot out and grabbed my arm and I hissed in pain, pulling my arm away as my eyes flashed purple. Erica looked at me confused before smirking, "But how long is it gonna be before you jump on him and kiss his face off on a full moon?" She asked sweetly.

My eyes narrowed at her, "I can control myself." I retorted.

Erica glared at me before something leaped across the shelves taking out the lights and chunks of the ceiling. Erica howled for Scott as I covered my head with my hands. Sparks were flying and my eyes changed to purple in fear, "Stiles! Allison!" I called as I pulled my knife out of my wrist holder and cursed mentally at myself for not grabbing my bag.

"Poppy!" Stiles called back as Allison shrieked.

I heard something hit the floor before a shriek and turned to see Erica hitting the floor, her canines retracting and the gold in her eyes fading. I ran over to her and supported her head, "Erica what happened?" I asked setting my knife down next to me.

Scott went flying by our aisle and I looked up to see Jackson half-kanimaed. We watched as Jackson wrote on the chalk board looking horrifyingly possessed. "Stay out of my way or I'll kill all of you." I read aloud.

My eyes widened as his head turned towards me and I picked up my knife and held it out in front of me. His head cocked to the side as his snake like eyes stared blankly at me before he ran and jumped out of the window. I dropped my knife and pulled the hair out of Erica's face as I looked over at Stiles, Allison, and Scott through the shelves.

Erica began to thrash around and make noises, "Stiles!" I yelled and he came over running.

"I think she's having a seizure." I said as he kneeled next to me.

Allison went to check on Matt while Scott came to hover over Erica, "He's alive!" Allison called over to us and I breathed out a sigh of relief.

"Erica, it's gonna be okay." I soothed brushing the hair out of her face as Stiles held her.

"We need to get her to a hospital." Stiles said looking at me with frantic honey brown eyes.

"D-d-d-Derek; only to Derek." Erica managed to stutter out.

Scott turned to Allison, "We need to get her to the hospital-"

Scot was cut off by Erica, "To Derek." She murmured.

"Scott, Derek's gonna know more than that hospital would about her." I said looking up at him while I smoothed down her hair.

"Go." Allison said.

"Scott!" Stiles and I protested as he went over to kneel next to Allison.

"Stiles, keep your arms loose, and her head up we don't want her swallowing her tongue." I said as Stiles looked panicked as he watched Erica thrash.

He did as I said while I continued to smooth down her hair and murmur soothing words, "How'd you know what to do?" Stiles asked looking up at me with his eyebrows furrowed.

"Before Gabe turned he used to have seizures a lot, his parents couldn't afford the medicine needed to help him." I said assuming Scott had told Stiles who Gabe was.

"So he wasn't your brother?" Stiles asked lines forming on his forehead from him furrowing his eyebrows so hard.

I shook my head, "Not by blood, none of them were." I said looking up into Stiles' honey brown eyes.

Scott came back and took Erica from Stiles, "Don't hold her too tight she's still seizing." I told him watching Erica's trembling figure as we followed Scott out.

We took Stiles' Jeep with me in the backseat with Erica as Scott lead us to the pack's hideout. I smoothed down Erica's hair as she trembled, "It's okay, it's okay." I murmured.

As soon as we got inside Derek took her from us and lead us into an old subway car. "Hold her up!" Derek commanded.

Stiles hurried over and sat down as Derek placed her in his arms. Stiles looked up at me and I gave him a reassuring nod as Erica laid limp in his arms. I knelt down next to them and listened to her heavy breathing; the trembling had been replaced by limp unresponsiveness which made me all the more anxious to get her here. "Is she dying?" Stiles asked.

"She might," Derek said rolling up her sleeve, "Which is why this is gonna hurt."

I heard her bone snap and smoothed down Erica's hair as she screamed out in pain. "You broke her arm!" Stiles yelled at Derek.

"It'll trigger the healing process," Derek said, "I gotta get the venom out; this is where it's really gonna hurt."

He sunk his nails into her arm and I watched as she screamed in pain as her blood oozed onto the newspapers underneath her. Her cries quieted as she lost more blood before she finally lay back in Stiles' arms. I watched as she turned her head up to look at Stiles, "Stiles…you make a good Batman." She said before passing out.

Stiles looked up and locked eyes with me as I sat back and sighed, wiping the nervous sweat off my forehead. Derek and Scott left and I pulled off my cardigan and motioned for Stiles to do the same with his plaid shirt. I folded them both and placed them underneath Erica's head as a pillow of sorts before I sat back and ran my hands through my hair. "What do we do now?" Stiles asked sighing.

I shrugged, "We wait." I answered.

Stiles' eyes trailed to my arms, "What the HOLY-"

I leaned across Erica's legs and covered his mouth, "Don't say anything." I said with pleading eyes.

Stiles took my hand off his mouth, "You said it wasn't that bad!" He hissed.

I sighed, "Stiles, please he's the only family I have left." I said with begging eyes.

Stiles shook his head and leant away from me, crossing his arms.

As I drove up to my house I noticed all the lights on and several police cruisers outside my house. I parked my bug and got out of the car as my dad was being walked out in handcuffs and a police officer was reading him his rights. "Dad!" I yelled shoving through a few officers.

Somebody caught my arm and I winced as I turned to see Stiles' dad. "You're Poppy right?" He asked and I nodded as I watched my dad get pushed into a cruiser.

"I'm Sheriff Stilinski, we're going to have to bring you in for questioning, sweetheart." He said with a sigh.

I nodded and turned away from my dad as I let him lead me over to his police cruiser. I got in the back and buckled up before turning to the back window and watching my dad get driven away.

The ride was silent up until Stiles' dad parked in front of the police office and got out. I unbuckled and he opened my door for me. I got out and felt him place a hand on the small of my back as he led me inside. I kept my eyes down as I felt the other officers staring at me and pulled the sleeves of my cardigan farther down my arms as we were buzzed in to Sheriff Stilinski's office, "Shouldn't you be taking me to the questioning room or whatever?" I asked as he gestured for me to sit down on the couch in his office.

Stiles' dad laughed, "That's only for criminals, Poppy." He said leaning against his desk.

I sighed and leaned back against the couch, "So my dad is in there?" I asked crossing my arms.

He sighed and gave me a look that made me look down at my combat boots. "You aren't going to tell me anything are you?" Sheriff Stilinski asked.

I shook my head and put my chin in my hand, bracing my elbow on my knee as I looked up at him with wide blue eyes, "No probably not." I answered.

Sheriff Stilinski sighed and stood up. As he made to leave I sat up, "I know he's a bad person," I said and he turned to me, "And that he's done horrible things to me, but he's still my dad."

The Sheriff nodded at me and sighed, "I know," He said before leaving.

About 10 minutes later a woman came in dressed in a police uniform holding a blanket and a mug of coffee, "Figured you'd want this honey." She said draping the blanket around my shoulders and handing me the mug.

I smiled at her and nodded, "Thank you." I said taking a sip of it.

My phone rang and I pulled it out of the small pocket of my cardigan, "Hello?" I said into it.

"Poppy, where are you? Why haven't you been answering Stiles' texts?" Allison rushed out worriedly.

I bit my lip, "Something kind of happened with my-"

The phone was ripped out of my hand and the woman pressed it to her ear, "She'll have to call you back tomorrow." She said before hanging up.

I watched as she put it on Sherriff Stilinski's desk and pouted slightly, "No phone calls until you give your statement, babe, the Sheriff himself said so." She said before leaving.

I sighed and sipped my coffee, now Allison probably thinks I got kidnapped or something.

I traced the edge of my mug absentmindedly as I watched the clock change to 2:08 a.m. and ignored the constant buzzing of my phone. Stiles' dad walked back in and I focused my gaze on him, "Shouldn't you be at home?" I asked sipping on my now almost cold coffee.

The Sheriff sighed as he rubbed his forehead and leaned against his desk, "Both of us can go home once you tell me where you got those injuries." He said.

I shrugged, "You already know so why do I need to tell you?" I asked as I traced the rim of my mug with my finger.

My phone rang on his desk and I glanced at it as he answered it, "Shouldn't you be in bed?" He asked.

My eyes widened, Stiles, shit. "Because she was brought in for questioning." Sheriff Stilinski answered.

"I can't tell you that." He said stubbornly.

"Because I'm the Sheriff!" He exclaimed and I hid my giggle into my coffee.

"Go to bed Stiles." He hung up and looked at me with raised eyebrows, "Why is my son calling you at 2 a.m.?" He asked shaking my phone slightly.

I shrugged, "Probably got over excited over something he saw online and Scott's phone is off." I answered.

Sheriff sighed, "Can you please just give me the statement? I know you want to go to bed." He said.

I smiled sweetly at him, "I've had plenty of Adderall." I said.

He groaned rubbing his temples and I sighed, "He's the only family I have left, you get that right?" I asked softly.

Sheriff Stilinski nodded at me and sighed, "But from what we found in your house you need to tell me what happened." He said.

I sighed and sat down my mug on the in table, "It started when I was 7 with small things and progressed as I got older, the beatings got worse he started using different…tools I guess you could say? He never broke any bones and always made sure the bruises and cuts were easily covered but occasionally he's slip up." I said and licked my thumb before rubbing it on my cheek bone wincing at the pain that blossomed to reveal the bruise there, "I hate him, but still, he's my dad."

I stood up and let the blanket fall off my shoulders before taking off my cardigan, "Do you need photographic evidence or anything?" I asked as I saw hate fill his eyes as he looked at my injuries.

Sheriff Stilinski stood up, handing me my phone as he did and led me out into a different room where a woman was waiting.

AN: Hello! :) so how'd you like it? I was kind of disappointed of the amount of reviews from last chapter :( so if I could get more with this chapter it would be great and would also help me to post chapters quicker!

So let me know anything you thought while reading this and don't forget to check back by Tuesday for a new update if I get enough reviews!

Not much Isaac in this one but I hope to have more of him in the next chapter! What did you guys think of what happened with Poppy's dad? And poor Papa Stilinski he doesn't even know he's gonna lose his job soon I felt so bad for him when that happened! :(

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