Andrew POV
I'm sitting in a chair, my wrists handcuffed behind me, as I sit quietly in the Sheriff office. I'm soaked to the bone, shivering. I've taken off my hoodie, shoes, socks, and my beanie, as I happily embrace a warm blanket that they gave me. I stare straight ahead, as Sheriff Stilinski tiredly sat in his chair. They already taken my fingerprints, my mug shots, hold me in a cell, and called Bill. I'm sitting here, as I wait for Bill to finish with the papers.
"Andrew, what the hell were you doing? You can't keep doing this you, know? One more, they are gonna have to sent you to Juvy! I have been looking out for you here because I know you are a good kid. And I hate to sent you to Juvy," Sheriff Stilinski lectured me.
I hung my head, looking down at my lap, and avoiding his disappointing gaze. He doesn't get it. I have no choice. My baby sister is practically starving from the little of amount of food we have in our trailer and I didn't have the money to get the food.
"I'm sorry," I mumbled.
Sheriff Stilinski sighed, rubbing his forehead tiredly, showing off the stress wrinkles on his forehead.
"I don't think you understand the situation here. I understand you're sorry, you keep apologizing to me after you keep on getting arrested but you gotta understand that you need to stop this. You're ass is very lucky that the person you stole from, dropped the charges. You keep this up, the next person you steal is not gonna be so nice about it."
I didn't say anything, just stayed quiet. I heard Sheriff Stilinski shuffle through something but I didn't dare look up. He plopped something on his desk but I kept my eyes glued to the floor.
"What I don't understand, is why you keep stealing food? I get it if you stole it once but you keep on stealing people's food repeatedly, almost like a pattern. Food is the only thing you have been stealing," Sheriff Stilinski questioned me, looking at me with calculating eyes.
I kept a poker face, keeping my face emotionless. But in the inside, I was freaking out. My heart hammered through my chest in nervousness, that I could hear it pound through my ears. He can't figure it out. He can't possibly know that my parents are abusers, drug addict, and that I am force to get a job. Because if he does, then he might put my baby sister and I in an orphanage, and could separate us. I can't lose her, she's the only family I have. I need her as much as she needs me. I stayed quiet and kept my face hard.
"I wanted a late night snack," I told him, keeping my face hard.
"So you decided to steal from somebody, in the middle of the night?!" He asked me incredulously.
I just shrugged my shoulders.
He pointed a finger at me, getting mad, opening his mouth to argue at me when his office door was open by one of his deputy's.
"Sir, you are needed at the crime scene at the Hale house again," the deputy told him.
Sheriff Stilinski dropped his finger, sighing before he got up. He wrapped his belt of guns around his waist, before the Sheriff came behind me, taking the cuffs off of my wrists. I rubbed my wrist, as the the cuffs were digging through my skin painfully. I looked up at Sheriff Stilinski, who motioned me to get up.
"We are not done talking about this," he told me, as he handed all my stuff back to me.
Sheriff Stilinski gave me one more look, before leaving and following the deputy. I quickly put on my still wet clothes and slowly walked up to Bill. I got my looks from my mom not my dad, thank god. He has salt and pepper buzzed cut hair, beady black eyes, a beer gut, and a permanent ugly smirk on his face. Everytime I look at him, he just makes my blood boil, wanting to punch him in the face for making my life hell. I clenched my jaw as I slowly walked up to him. I could practically smell the alcohol on him. He reeks of it. Bill gave me fake, tight smile but I can see the anger in his eyes. Bill Miles, grabbed me by my arm and tugged me roughly to his side, the smile still on his face.
"You are gonna get it now, boy," Bill whispered in my ear, with a malicious tone.
I stiffened, when his grip tighten painfully on my arm, knowing that it is going to bruise. Bill finished the papers and he aggressively dragged me to his old dark red 1969 Boss car. Shoving me inside, slamming the door shut, we sat there in silence in the car. The whole ride back home was silent and tense. That was never a good sign. Bill drove to the trailer park, going way back to where our trailer is at, far away from everybody else. Our trailer gotta be the worst one out of the rest here in the park. It's all beat up, dirty, and a need of a new paint. It is white with red lining. It's being hold up, by bricks underneath it. The windows are cracked and some of them are even duct-taped. The trailer is surrounded by the woods, far away from people. I was basically raised here. My childhood home. Bill parked the car in front of the trailer, cutting of the engine. It was quiet, as I prepare myself for the worst.
"You really done it now, you fucking idiot," Bill growled at me.
I didn't say anything, just stayed straight ahead, clenching my fists. Apparently, Bill didn't like that and he grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking it roughly so I am facing him. My nostril flared, as I looked at him angrily, breathing heavily but didn't do or say anything.
"You look at me when I am speaking to you, you little bastard," Bill sneered in my face, the stench of beer burning my nose.
With that, using his free hand, he backhanded me across my face, my head snapping to the side by the force. He then punched me across the cheek a couple times, splitting the skin and blood to ooze out. I could already feel my skin started to swell and bruise by the amount of hits I am getting. But Bill wasn't done. He grabbed the back of my neck and slammed my face against the dashboard, breaking my nose. I put my arms up to cover my face, as Bill repeatedly hit me again. Soon, the hits finally stopped. I slowly lowered my arms, glaring heavily at Bill, my breathing coming out ragged. I could feel blood droop down my nose, and I could taste the metallic flavor of pennies in my mouth. My face was numb, already feeling it bruising. I leaned back on the door, when Bill leaned forward threatening, a sneer in his face.
"You make a mistake like that ever again, I'll make sure that you are out for days," he threaten me.
"Won't happen again," I growled under my breath, my voice hoarse and strain in anger.
"You got that right," he said, slapping me on the face again.
I looked down at my shoes, as he left the car. I sat there for a couple of minutes before getting out of the car. I locked it, and slowly walked inside the trailer. I carefully opened the screen door and shutting it quietly behind me. The living room isn't much. Just a dirty, ugly brown carpet floor, a dirty old couch, a old wooden tv with a indoor television antenna on top, a worn-out coffee table with coloring paper, empty beer bottles, and cigarrattes buds littering it. The kitchen is connected with the living room. It was small, with just a small white refrigerator, microwave, and an oven.
I made my way to our closet size bathroom, knowing that Bill is already in his room with my mom. Shaking my head in disgust, I flipped the switch on. I sighed, as I looked at the damage Bill has done to my face. He broke my nose, which has a cut at the bridge of my nose. Blood ooze out of the cut and my nostrils. I have a black eye on my left eye, he splitted my right cheek, and I have a busted lip. I turned on the sink and watched as the faucet shook a bit before spluttering out water. I splashed my face, cleaning the blood off from my face. The water turned red, going down the drain. It stinged at first but you kinda get use to it. Turning off the sink, I dried my face with my jacket. I patched up my broken nose and splitted cheek with a butterfly bandage, so it could close up the cuts. There was nothing I could do about my busted lip and black eye. I stared at my face for couple minute before turning the light off, leaving the bathroom.
I quietly crept inside my bedroom that I share with my baby sister, Katherine Miles. She's only four year olds and I literally raised her when she was just a baby. My mom couldn't take care of her because of her state so I stepped up, be the big brother, and took care of her. She has auburn curly hair which she got from our grandmother from my mom side who I never met and russet brown eyes like me. She also has a severe asthma since she was a baby, because my mother smoked when she was pregnant with Katherine. Her small frame exaggerated the large mattress on the floor, as she sleeps with her teddy bear. Not even bothering to change out of my wet clothes, I kicked off my shoes, grabbed a blanket, pillow, and laid on the floor. I closed my eyes, my muscles relaxing. Right when I was about to fall asleep, I heard the bed move a bit.
"Andy?" I heard a small voice say in the dark.
Cracking one eye open, I saw my little sister sitting up in her bed, clutching the teddy bear with one hand while the other she rubbed cutely over her eyes. She gave out a adorable yawn causing me to smile.
"Go to sleep Kit-Kat," I told her softly, using her nickname that I have been using since she was a baby.
"Why are you home so late?" She asked me sleepy, ignoring my first comment.
"Late shift at work. Don't worry about it. Go back to sleep. Tomorrow we got school," I told her.
Katherine nodded her head, her eyes already drooping down. She got out of the mattress and snuggled to my side on the floor. She sucked on her thumb, closing her eyes, and soon she was snoring softly to sleep. I pulled the blanket over us, closing my eyes, falling asleep.
I snapped my eyes open when the alarm clock radio started to blare in my ears of a station that I really don't care about. Groaning, I slammed the alarm off. Slowly opening my eyes, I blinked the tiredness away from my eyes.
I read the alarm. 6:00 A.M.I looked down, when I felt Katherine shuffle in her sleep. She moved last night, her head now laying face-first on my chest and her legs up on the mattress. I smiled at the weird position she was sleeping. Slowly picking up her head, placing the pillow under her head, I got up and left the room, trying not to wake her up.
On the way, I grabbed my towel and some clothes. Yawning, I turned the shower on and took a quick shower. After wiping away the grime from my last night chase from the cops, I turned off the water, wrapping the towel around my waist. I wiped the fog from the mirror, staring at my reflection. My brown wet hair, stick to my forehead. My russet-brown eyes roamed over my injuries. My black eye turned into a ugly purple color, my busted lip now has a scab over it, my broken nose still hurts, and my split cheek sting under the water. Erica, one of my very few friends here, told me that I have body that can beat Taylor Lautner or whatever his name is in that vampire movie. I guess doing parkour by chasing away from the law pays off. My bicep has a bruise handprint, were Bill grabbed me back in the station. I also have other bruises where Bill punched me but they weren't that big of a deal. I glared angrily at the mirror, gripping tightly at the side of the sink.
Bowing my head down, I sighed. I turned on the sink and brushed my teeth. I changed my bandage on my cheek and nose. I changed into some battered, dirty jeans, my old hiking boots, and a worn out white long-sleeve shirt that show off my muscles. Throwing my dirty clothes in the hamper, I walked up to Katherine and shook her gently awake.
"Kit-Kat, wake up. C'mon, get up," I told her gently.
She slowly opened her eye, smiling when she saw me. I smiled as she slowly sat up, her hair all crazy.
"Morning," I chuckled.
"Morning," she yawned sleepily, snuggling her teddy bear to her side and her eyes slowly drooping down.
I chuckled as I selected her clothes out for her.
"No, that shirt doesn't go with those shoes," she whined at me.
I raised my hands up in the air playfully.
"Sorry, I'm no Ralph Lauren," I joked at her, as I picked the shirt that she says that match.
She giggled as she shoved me out of the room. It was pretty funny for a little girl struggling to push a big guy like me. So I let her push me and slam the door on my face. Shaking my head, I walked to the kitchen to find anything to eat for breakfast. I opened the fridge only for me to sigh, as I saw that the power is off in the fridge. Closing my eyes, I remember that I was a bit behind on paying the electric bill. Slamming the fridge shut, I shuffled through the cabinets which were practically empty. Lucky for me, I found a bag of slice bread. Making two peanut-butter and grape jelly, I scarfed down on my sandwich, the other for Katherine. I then made some grilled cheese for lunch, as I don't have the money to buy lunch at school.
As I placed our lunch in a paper bag, I watched happily as Katherine skipped inside the kitchen. I lifted her up in the air, causing her to go into fits of giggles, as I set her down on the kitchen counter. I gave her the peanut-butter and grape jelly sandwich, which she happily chewed.
"Hey Andy, what happen to your face? Did you get hurt?" Katherine asked me in her tiny voice, tilting her head to the side as she looked at me in worry.
I smiled and shook my head.
"Don't worry Kit-Kat. You know how clumsy I am," I lied to her.
Katherine doesn't know about our parents being abusers and I like to keep it that way. She is way too young to know about that. It's bad enough that our parents drink and smoke in front of her, I can't scare her when she knows that our parents hits me. I would rather get beat everyday than for Bill to lay a finger on Katherine. I will protect her, no matter what it takes, no matter how bad the consequences are. Katherine smiled at me, poking my side.
"You're so clumsy Andy," she giggled at me.
"Oh you thinks that's funny, huh," I told her playfully as I start tickle her sides.
Katherine started to laugh uncontrollably. Her childish laughter is so contagious, that I couldn't help but laugh along with her.
"Shut the hell up!" A gruff voice said, causing me to stop tickling Katherine.
I looked up and pale when I saw Bill awake, already drinking a bottle of beer. I pulled Katherine off the counter and pushed her behind me protectively, as she hid behind my legs. Bill took a long swig before pointing at me, swaying a bit.
"Shouldn't your ass be in school already?" Bill slurred at me as I covered my sister ears so she won't hear the argument.
"Shouldn't your ass be sober already?" I retorted back angrily.
Bill took a threatening step towards me but I stood my ground, standing protectively in front of Katherine. Bill beady eyes looked at me for a moment, analyzing me. Bill snorted, taking another swig from his bottle. I watched angrily as Bill stumble back to his room, too drunk to even hit me or say anything back at me. When I heard the door close, I look down at Katherine.
"Go get your coat and backpack before we are late for school," I told her.
Katherine nodded her head, her curls bouncing around before going back to her room to get her stuff. Running a hand through my hair, I put on a grey hoodie with a faded brown Levi coat over it. Grabbing my backpack and stuffing my lunch bag, I turned around and saw Katherine sitting on the couch, with her untied shoes. Chuckling, I knelt next to her and showed her how to tie her shoes. Stuffing her lunch in her Hello Kitty backpack, I held her tiny hand in mine and walked out of the trailer. A bark made us look to the side.
"Buster!" Katherine whispered yelled at the dog, as she let go of my hand and wrap her arms around the full grown Boxer.
Buster just nuzzled his snout on Katherine face, causing her to giggle a bit. I scratched Buster behind his ears, chuckling as his hind leg started to shake and his tail to waggle. I found Buster when he was just a puppy when I was roaming around the woods. I hid him from my parents and took care of him. Buster is a very smart and protective dog, especially with Katherine. He growls at anyone who comes close to her or barks at them when they even touch her. My parents doesn't know about Buster and I like to keep it that way.
"Say goodbye to Buster Kit-Kat, we gotta go to school," I told her.
"Bye Buster," she whispered in his ear before coming back to me, holding my hand.
Buster went back to his hiding place, that only Katherine and I know where it is at. The sun is just barely rising, still a little dark. I could feel Katherine shivering a bit from the cold, standing closer to me for warmth. We walked out of the trailer park and follow the dirt path that lead us to the road.
"Andy, why was daddy mad this morning?" Katherine asked me, looking up at me innocently.
I breathed out deeply, causing a puff of vapor to form in front of me.
"Because he has a headache and wasn't feeling to good," I told her.
It wasn't a total lie. I just stretch out the truth, that Bill was just drunk in the morning. Katherine nodded her head, accepting the answer.
"Now come on, smile for me," I told her playfully, as I lifted her up in my arms, twirled her around before I rested her on my shoulders.
Katherine smiled toothily, showing her one missing front teeth, as she giggled loudly. She played with my hair as I held tightly on her little legs so she won't fall or anything. She even mess with me, by flipping the hood over my eyes or covering my sight using her petite hands. Soon, we were at her school, a few kids already here early in the morning. I crouched down on one knee as Katherine slid down off my back and onto her feet. I made Katherine face me, placing my hands on her shoulders.
"Ok, got your homework?" I asked her.
She nodded.
"Lunch?"
She nodded again.
"Inhaler?"
She nodded again.
"Remember number and the High School phone number so that you can call me for any emergency?"
She nodded.
"Good," I told her as I fixed her colorful beanie on her head, causing her to smile at me. "Now, go into class and show that Pre-K teacher how smart you really are. Show your classmates not to mess with a Miles, alright?"
"Yes, sir," she told me, saluting at me.
"Alright, love you and remember, you are staying over at and Erica. Call my from work for anything, all right? I'll be there," I told her seriously.
Katherine nodded her head, kissing my cheek that is not cut.
"Bye Andy! Love you!" I shouted over her shoulder as she ran inside the school building.
I waved good-bye, standing up. Once I made sure she went inside safely, I started walking to Beacon Hills High. I started walking a bit farther, making sure no one was around. After checking again, I flipped my hood on, tighten the strap of my backpack, and changed my walk into a full blown sprint. I sprinted down the road and took my usual shortcut to school, by going through the apartments.
I jumped and grabbed on the bars of the apartment gates, climbing it, and tossing myself at the other side. I kept on running, as my body sends out a chemical signal to my adrenal glands, activating my sympathetic system. Also known as adrenaline coursing through my veins, pumping my heart and contracting my muscles. I flipped over a hedge, rolling on my shoulder, shooting back on my feet, and went back to my run. I swerved around few people that are up this early, shouting out sorry when they yelled at me. I ducked under clothes that were being hanged outside. The cold air were burning my lungs, as I breath out evenly. The cold bit my face, leaving it numb from the low temperature.
I leaped over a 10-steps stairs, landing on my feet, and not breaking my run. Running up a set of stairs outside of the buildings, I sprinted on the 2nd floor before I slowed down my run a bit. I leaned on the metal rail, grabbed the staircase rail bars above me, and I hauled my entire body on the 3rd floor. Running, changing directions, and turning corners on the 3rd floor, I leaned on a rail, catching my breath. I rubbed my hands, to get friction, as I looked over the view. I could see the high school a mile or two from here. Gripping tightly on the rail, I jumped the outside of the rail, facing and still holding onto the rail. Jumping off, I quickly grabbed the 2nd floor rail. I back-flipped off the 2nd floor rail and landed gracefully on my feet, stumbling a bit. Shaking off the impact, I sprinted to school.
10-15 minutes later, I saw the Beacon Hills High School sign. I slowed my sprint into a jog. The school was already full with teeangers, as class was about to start in a couple of minutes. You got your usual jocks, nerds, goths, emo, glee, and the popular click. You know, your cliche high school. I smiled, when I spotted my blonde, frizzy hair friend, Erica Reyes, who was waving at me to catch my attention.
"Morning," I breathed out, as I caught the water bottle that Erica tossed at me.
"Morning. Ready for hell?" She asked me, as I chugged the water.
"Erica, I'm already in hell," I told her as we walked the steps to school.
I turned around when I felt someone looking at me. Turning my head, I scanned around. My eyes caught someone in the woods. I couldn't see much because of the distance but I can tell it was a male, tall, wearing all black, build, black hair, and staring right at me. I blinked and he was gone. I shook my head, searching for the guy but it was like he just disappeared out of thin air. Erica nudged me on my ribs.
"Andy, what are you looking at?" She asked me.
Shaking my head, I turned around and walked inside the school.
"Nothing. I thought- it's nothing," I told her, as I pulled my hood more over my head.
It was finally lunch as I sat tiredly at one of the many tables outside, Erica and Isaac sat in front of me. I grudgingly ate my now squished grilled cheese sandwich, drinking water from the same bottle from this morning. All day, I wore my hood up so nobody could see or question my beat up face or stay away from people so nobody can notice me. It worked so far but not to my friends. They notice me. They're the only people that notice me.
"Andy, you can't hide it from people forever, you know?" Isaac told me quietly, nibbling on his lunch.
"I've hidden stuff like this pretty well for, like, my whole life. I think I can hide it for a week or two," I told them, keeping my head low.
"H-How bad is it?" Erica stuttered nervously, looking at me in worry.
I sighed, closing my eyes, and debating in my head if I should show them or not. Making up my mind, I made sure no one was looking in our direction before I slowly lowered my hood. Erica took a sharp breath while Isaac just looked at me in sympathy and understanding on what I was going through. That's how I became friends with him so fast. He understands what I am going through because he deals the same thing as me with his dad. After a couple of seconds, I flipped my hood back on.
"Andrew, you gotta tell somebody about this. You can't keep hiding this forever. It's gonna get worse. I mean, look what has he done to your face!" Erica whispered to me.
I clenched my fists, looking down at the table.
"I can handle it Erica. I have worse before and you know it. You understand why I can't tell anyone, right?" I said the last part to Isaac.
He nodded his head slowly.
"Well, I still don't understand. So explain it to me again, Andy, why you are not going to police after your father is beating the crap out of you?" She asked me a bit furiously.
"Because I can't do that to Katherine!" I hissed at her.
Her face soften a bit, making me sigh.
"If I report this to the police, they are gonna sent us to an orphanage since we have no other family left to take us in. They could also separate us into different family and I might never see her again. I-I can't lose my baby sister, Erica. She's all I have. She need's me. And if that means getting hit everyday so I won't lose her, than I'll do it. I'll do anything to protect her," I explained to her, dropping my sandwich, losing my appetite. "Besides, the police would think I will be making it up because of my record and last night."
"You got arrested, didn't you," Erica said it more like a statement than a question.
I just shrugged sheepishly, making Erica roll her eyes at me.
"What was it this time?" Isaac asked me, a hint of smile in his face but he hid it so he won't face Erica scolding.
"We were running low on food," was my only response.
I am not proud on what I have to do but I have no choice.
"You know, I always need an extra hand in the cemetery. You want, you could work for a couple night shifts?" Isaac offered me.
I shook my head at him.
"No offense Isaac but you dad kinda creeps me out," I admitted.
He just shrugged, not denying it.
"Besides, it will feel like charity," I finished.
He shook his head at me.
"Don't see it like charity. Look at it, as a friend giving a friend a job. It pays good. You can help me dig using the machine tomorrow night."
"Tomorrow?" I questioned.
"Haven't you heard?" Erica asked me.
I shook my head no at them.
"You remember all those killings and everybody were saying that it was an animal attack or it was Derek Hale?" I nodded my head. "Well, it was actually Kate Argent."
I widen my eyes.
"Argent? Like, related to Allison Argent?"
"Her aunt to be precise. She was also the one that caused the Hale fire years ago. Killing almost everyone in the house," Isaac explained to me.
"People also say that she attacked Lydia and that's why she is in the hospital for a couple days. That bitch kinda deserve it," Erica whispered the last part harshly, taking a sip from her bottle of water.
"Wait, Lydia is in the hospital? What happened?" I asked them worriedly.
"Don't worry. You're childhood best friend is alive," Erica reassured me bitterly.
That's right people, Lydia and I used to be friends when we were little kids. It all started when we were little kids, back in Pre-K. I hadn't had lunch one day so little Lydia sat next to me and offered me some of her animal crackers. Another time was when some of the other kids was making fun of Lydia's strawberry blonde hair, calling her ginger. I remember pushing a kid to the floor and dumping sand on his head. From then on, we became best friends. She know almost everything about me as well I know everything about her. I know her better than Jackson or even her own parents. But things changed during middle school. That was also the time when I got abused even more and when Bill got arrested. People ignored me but not Lydia. She stayed by my side.
That was until we went to High School. People ignored me even more, when they heard that I have been arrested a couple times. Lydia just outright ignore my existence. She started to get popular and forgot all about me. She went to parties, I went to work. She shop for new clothes everyday, I steal them. She gets everybody's attention, I hide in the shadows. She lives a perfect life, I live in hell.
"She's not my friend," I growled at her.
"Right, she's your crush," Isaac teased me.
I glared at him but the heat on my cheeks failed me.
"Lydia Martin is just a girl who just waste her money that her parents give her. I am done with her and I don't have time to take care of a ," I told them seriously.
"Right," Erica drawled out, rolling her eyes.
Isaac laughed at us when I gave Erica a sarcastic look. Right before I can make sarcastic comment to them, a shadow loomed over me. I gritted my teeth when I heard a familiar arrogant laugh behind me.
"Well, if it isn't the town biggest freaks. Seizure girl, graveyard boy, and our little thief here. What the biggest freak show this is?" Ashton, the second douchebag in school, chuckled behind me with his jock friends.
Ashton Filler is the second asshole in this town. Jackson Whittemore being number one. He is you're cliche jock. Good at sports, horrible grades, popular, and rich. Erica and Isaac both looked down at their lunches, not looking up, and scared of Ashton and his crew. You could say that they harass us almost everyday.
"Leave my friends alone. Just fuck off, Filler," I snapped at him, my back facing him.
"Or what, freak?" Ashton hissed in my ear.
"Or you gonna regret it," I sneered at him.
"You threatening me, Miles?"
"So what if I am? I can kick your ass, easily."
I smirked when I heard Ashton group snicker behind him and I don't have to turn around to know that Ashton is fuming in anger. Erica and Isaac pleaded me with their eyes to let it go and to shut up before things get any more worse. I ignored them.
"You know what Miles, you're all talk. Just because your daddy got sent to jail and you got arrested by cops, you think your all badass."
"I don't think, I know I am badass. Besides, a stuff animal can be more badass than you. So, why don't you do me a huge favor and leave us the hell alone?" I told him, finally facing him.
Ashton face turned red real fast and soon, he grabbed me by the front of my Levi jacket, and jerk me up on my feet. As I hate to admit it, he's strong. And as I love to admit it, I'm stronger. I roughly pushed him off of me, causing him to fall onto the grass. Ashton scramble back on his feet and he tackled me to the ground. We wrestled on the grass as a group started to form around us, recording our fight. In the corner of my eye, I saw Erica try to come towards me but Isaac stopped her. I grunted, as I slammed Ashton back on the grass, me being on top. He struggled but I was stronger than him. I used my forearm to restrain him as I raised my fist, ready to punch him across the face.
"Andrew! Stop!" One of the teachers yelled at me, to stop.
I froze, my fist raised up in the air. I could feel my anger slowly leaving my system. My chest raised up and down, my breaths came out in short breaths. I looked around and saw everybody looking at me, either in horror or for me to go on and beat the living crap out of Ashton. Looking at them in disgust, I stood up, grabbed my backpack, and shoved people out of my way. I ignored everybody stares, the teacher shouting my name to come back, and gave my two friends an apologetic look. I just kept on walking. I was so focus on my thoughts, that I didn't see the same person that was looking at me in the morning at the front of the school, with a look of interest in his face.
Lucky for me, my punishment for fighting with Ashton, is an hour in detention. Un-lucky for me, I have to stay in room. I swear, something must've crawled up his ass long time ago and died because he seems to be on his cycle 24/7. He enjoys giving us detention, extra homework, or humiliate us in front of the classroom. And to put the icing on the cake, I am his favourite most hated student. Just because last year, I corrected him of a difficult chemistry formula that he didn't see his error, he believes I am a obnoxious kid and he has hated my guts ever since. Second on hate list, is Sheriff Stilinski kid, Stiles.
I sat at a stool, a lab table next to Stiles. I stared boredly at the clock, the ticking sound echoing in the class. My eyes moved from the clock to , who is grading and probably failing his students papers. My right eye twitched in annoyance, when Stiles repeatedly keeps on tapping his pencil on top of the table, for the past twenty minutes.
"Will you stop that?!" I hissed at him in annoyance, finally fed up.
Stiles jumped a foot in the air in shock that I even said a word. He almost fell off from his stool, if he hasn't steady himself by using the lab table. cleared his throat at us, making us look at him.
"This is detention , so I advise you to keep your mouth shut before I will be tempted to give you a whole month of detention," smirked at me arrogantly.
I glared angrily at him which he couldn't see because of my hood being up.
"Also, the school dress does not allow students to wear their hood up when they are inside the school building," he continued, that stupid smirk growing by the second.
I've been lucky enough that teacher's ignore my hood the whole day.
"But-," I tried to argue.
"Take your hood off. ."
Grinding my teeth, I slowly lowered my hood down. Glaring straight at , I saw the smugness in his face falter a bit when he looked at my beat up face. I turned my face to the side when I heard Stiles gasp.
"Whoa, dude, what happened to your face?!" He exclaimed to me curiously.
Stiles shrinked under my harsh glare that I directed under him.
"I fell," I snapped sarcastically, before I faced the window so I won't be questioned for anything.
It's late night and instead of being at home and doing my homework like a normal teenager, I was at work, working all night. All I have to do here, is stack boxes in a 12-wheeler truck, make sure everything is secure in the trucks so they won't fall during the ride, and then check them off. It's mostly just moving heavy boxes in the trucks. They pay me $8.50 per hour, so it pays good. My other job is being a waiter in small restaurant in Beacon Hills which I got fired because I was late for work as I was held up in detention.
It was probably about 11:00 PM and I still have like another hour left before my shift is over. The temperature dropped drastically at night but doing all of the heavy lifting, I started to sweat. I've taken off my Levi brown jacket and rolled up the sleeves of my grey hoodie. I was listening to music through a cheap pair of headphones and a battery handheld radio in my pocket, listening to the Rock station. I grunted, as I lifted two heavy brown boxes, jumping in the back of the truck, and stacking them up. After making sure everything is secure, I grabbed the back of the truck door's, shutting it closed. I locked it and banged my fist on the truck, signaling for the driver that everything is loaded and ready to go. The driver honked at me before driving off. I sighed tiredly, rubbing my hands together and rolling my shoulders, as I checked off the truck on the clipboard. Getting ready to stuff another truck, I was stop by my boss, Rick.
"Hey, kid, I need to talk to you," Rick told me.
Rick is a skinny man, with glasses, a beard, and thinning white hair. He is probably about in his late 50's and he's kinda a dick but he is paying me so I force myself to control my anger around him. I took my headphones out of my ears and let it hang around my neck.
"Something wrong?" I asked him.
"I heard that you got arrested again yesterday. Is that true?"
"...Yes" I sighed, not liking where this is going.
"Listen here kid. I warned you about this. I told you not get in trouble with the cops but you did anyways. I can't have someone like you, ruining my business."
"What are you saying?" I asked him angrily but I already knew what he is going to do.
"Sorry kid but I have to let you go. You're fired", he told me, not even sounding apologetic before turning around and walking off.
Dread burned through my soul. I ran after him and faced him.
"You can't fire me! I need this job!" I pleaded him.
"Sorry kid," he said, not even looking at me and instead looks down at his clipboard.
That just made me even more mad.
"No! You're not sorry. Just give me another chance here! Please?!"
Rick stopped, sighing a bit annoyance.
"I already gave you multiple chances, kid. I'm sorry but you're fired. Don't come here tomorrow. If you do, I will call the Sheriff on you and will press charges," he threaten me before walking off.
I stared angrily at his retreating not even bothering to stop him, as he went back inside his building. I started to breath heavily in anger. I grabbed my battery radio and threw it out at a concrete wall next to me, shouting out in anger. I watched angrily as the radio broke into million pieces. I took deep breaths, as I tried to control my rage. I slowly walked up to the broken radio and picked up the pieces, stuffing it in my jacket. I went to grab my backpack, stuffing the broken pieces in it, my brown jacket, zipping the bag up. Slinging the strap over my shoulder, I walked out of this place.
I walk down the vacant street, keeping my head down. Today just gotta be the worst day for me. I just want to pick up Katherine from Erica's place, take her home, take a shower, and go to sleep. I will need to find another job soon tomorrow after school. I sighed, as my stomach grumbled for food. I haven't ate anything since lunch and that was like 11 hours ago. Ignoring my hunger, I sat on the bus stop bench. I looked up at the night sky, the moon shining down at me. I closed my eyes tiredly, plopping my elbows on my knees, and burying my face in my hands.
"Rough night?" A male voice said, startling me.
I jumped a bit at the sudden sound causing the person to chuckle. I looked up and saw a guy, his hands in his pocket, looking all casual. He looks to be about 21-22 years old. Tall, build, black spiked up hair, green eyes, a bit of stubble on his face, leather jacket, black clothes, and a confident smirk on his face. His eyes though, they look broken, bitter, like a soldier who just came back from war. He has this vibe, that makes me feel uneasy about him. My instincts are telling me that this guy is dangerous, sending warning alarms in my head. I just kept my guard up if he does anything weird. He looks familiar though.
"Rough day," I corrected him.
"Why is a teenager doing out here late at night? Shouldn't you be at home or at a party?" The guy questioned me.
"That's none of you business," I snapped at him.
"Let me take a guess here. You were at work but just got fired. Teeanger out this late, probably needed some cash so you work this late at night. By the worn out outfit, I would say you don't have much money though. Sitting out here alone, middle of the night, and your parents didn't even pick you up, so you're taking the bus. By the wounds on your face, I would say that someone beat you up. School fight? Or a parent?" He questioned me.
I clenched my fists together. I think he sense my anger because I saw his smirk grew bigger.
"All of the stuff I just said, are true, aren't they?"
"Why do you care? I don't even know you," I snapped at him.
The guy didn't seem that affected by my anger towards him.
"What would you say, if I told you that things could get better?"
"I would say, that what drugs are you on?" I told him sarcastically.
He didn't seem to like my sarcastic remark one bit.
"No drugs. You would become faster. Stronger. Better than ever. You would be powerful. You can fight back," he continued.
"How?" I asked him in curiosity not in interest.
He looked me in the eye and something happened that made me jump and fall off the bench. His eyes, they changed color. It when from his normal eyes to blood red eyes. I crawled back away from him, panicking. He blinked and his eyes went back to normal.
"Wh-what are you?" I stuttered.
"Something that can make you powerful and change your life," he told me.
"I-I don't want power," I told him truthfully.
I shrinked back when he took a step towards me.
"Say it again. Slowly," he demanded me.
I gulped, as I stared at him a bit scared.
" ' .Power," I told him through gritted teeth.
His face was scrunched up in concentration, like he was listening to something. I watched his face, as it went from concentration into confusion. My head snapped to the road as the local bus came into view, coming towards our way. I quickly stood up and brushed the dirt off of me, grabbing my backpack tightly in my hands.
"L-look. I don't know what you are but I swear I won't tell anybody. And I don't want your offer. I'll keep quiet about it. J-Just leave me alone," I told him as the bus halted right in front of us, the door opening.
I started to walk up the steps in the bus but the guy said something that made me hesitate.
"You can protect your little sister, Katherine right?"
I turned around, facing him.
"How did y-," he cut me off.
"You can protect her, Andrew. With you being stronger, faster, powerful, nobody can harm her, not even your father. You can protect her from anyone. And anything."
I stood there, debating my options.
"Hey, kid! I don't got all day!" The bus driver yelled at me.
I slowly looked back and forth between the bus driver and the guy. I then slowly descended off the steps and off the bus. I watched the doors closed in my face before driving off. I turned towards the guy, to see him smirking again. He motioned his head towards a black Camaro that I just finally noticed.
"I'll explain it to you more while we pick up your sister," he told me, already walking to his car.
I quickly jogged to the car. Before we could get inside his car, I stopped him.
"Wait, wait, wait. Wh-who are you? What are you? And how do you know my sister and I name's?" I questioned him.
He looked up at me, his eyes glowing red again.
"I'm Derek Hale, and I'm an alpha," he told me, his voice changing from normal, to deep, powerful, and inhuman. "Get in."
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