Turns out, I didn't go to Lydia's because I really just wanted to be alone. And there wasn't any point because Lydia stayed the night at the station. I decided I'd just sit by the park until morning because I really had nowhere else to go.

Why had life been so hopeless? Why does life have to be a bitch sometimes?

I found myself drifting off to unconsciousness soon after and fluttered my eyes open when I heard the birds cry. It wasn't their usual chirp, it was a cry. They must've known what was coming.

Something bad was coming…

I hailed a cab and went over to the Sheriff's station. I waltzed in, ignoring all the deputies that greeted me and waltzed into my dad's office.

I found him flipping the blinds open and looking through the window.

I'm so glad to see him alive. I don't know what I'd do if I lost my dad.

"Hi, dad," I whispered.

"Hey, Stels," He told me as he placed his head in his hands and running them over his head in frustration as he made his way over to his table.

I took a seat on the bench.

"Where's your brother?" He asked.

I shook my head. "I don't know. I don't care." I told him.

He fell silent. I guess he probably let it slide because he thought he and I had one of our little 'arguments'. I heard him release a sigh and I looked up to see his face filled with disbelief.

"What?" I asked him.

He gestured the library keycard that belonged to my brother. My eyes bulged. He knows. He knows about Stiles and Donovan.

The Sheriff quickly grabbed his jacket and slipped his gun in his holster.

"I'll be right back," He told me as he headed for the door and shut it on his way out.

I sighed. Oh god! I hope wherever he's going, he'll be okay.

I was sitting in the office for more than half an hour, wondering how my friends are doing. Lydia ran to school to do some research at the library whilst I assumed the rest were figuring out some way to save Hayden. Even though I'm not up to face anyone from the back, I was still extremely worried for them.

"Where is he?" I heard a familiar voice coming from outside the office.

"Sheriff left half an hour, he says he's on his way back." One of the deputies said.

"Okay thanks, I'll swing by his office." I heard the voice say before the door was immediately flung open and in walked Stiles who caught me sitting immediately flung open and in walked Stiles who caught me sitting by the bench with wide eyes.

What? What the hell was he doing here?

He awkwardly shut the door behind him.

"Hey," He sighed.

I nodded my head. "Hi,"

He walked across the room and took a seat on the chair beside me. The whole room fell silent and the energy turned cold.

"So where did dad go?" Stiles asked nervously.

I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know." I told him. I didn't want to tell him that our father knew about him and Donovan.

He nodded his head and the awkward silence was present yet again.

I heard him groan and release a frustrated sigh. "You know, things don't have to be cold between us. Not when we see each other every day –"

"Where's Malia? How is she?" I demanded gruffly, diverting from his topic. I didn't want to talk about it.

"S-she just left." He told me. "We just broke up."

I frowned as I glared at him. He had his head faced to the ground and his fingers tapping on his lap.

"I'm sorry to hear that." I told him.

He shook his head.

"You don't mean that." He said.

I narrowed my eyes at him. "You see that's the difference between you and me Stiles. I actually mean what I say. That's what you do for family, you don't lie to them." I told him.

He turned to me, his eyes filled with pain and sadness. I almost gasped at how much he reminded me of our mother at that very moment. I scoffed and shook my head.

"Just forget it," I said to him.

Then as if on cue, the sound of an alarm pierced through our eardrums. Stiles and I immediately got up and headed out the station.

"What's going on?" I asked, but to no one in particular.

"Did somebody pull the fire alarm?" One of the deputies questioned.

I frowned as I watched all deputies run in frantic.

"Hey, check the back!"

I narrowed my eyes at the scene. It must've been Parrish.

Whilst everyone was finding out ways to stop the fire alarm from breaking all the glass windows, Parrish waltzed into the room but he wasn't himself. He looked like he was in a catatonic state, a state that seemed so familiar to all of us.

Death…

I widened my eyes as the deputies all pointed their guns at him.

"What the hell?" Deputy Straus stated.

"No! No! W-wait! Wait! Don't shoot! Don't shoot!" My brother shouted out, gesturing to all the officers to hold their fires.

"Get back! Stay out of his way!" I told them.

Parrish continued walking passed all of us and immediately waltzed out of the doors. Stiles turned to me.

"Stay here," He told me, following Parrish's tail.

I managed to listen to my brother's request for about five minutes before running out the door and continuing on his trail. I saw him behind the deputy's back every time he made a move but he made sure not to get caught.

However, I was doing the same to him…

We reached an odd place. I had no idea where but it seemed like some sort off alley behind a building around a bunch of cars.

I hid behind one of the cars whilst my brother did with another. He still had no idea I was ensuing right behind him.

The shirtless deputy stopped behind a van and unfurled the door, beginning to dig into some box which I assumed had a chimera in it.

He then shut the backdoors and hopped into the drivers' seat and drove off. I frowned. Was he taking them to the nemeton?

My brother suddenly pulled his phone out and began dialing a number. He was speaking inaudibly and I really couldn't make out what he was saying through the darkness.

A familiar truck pulled up and Theo came out, running towards Stiles. Stiles had been calling Theo? That's a first!

"I'm sorry! I came as fast as I could," Theo said to my brother.

"We gotta go, now!" Stiles told him. "Parrish just got the bodies," Stiles added as he flung the car door ajar.

"Stiles wait!" Theo called.

"Parrish is out, he got the bodies. We gotta find Scott and we gotta tell him." Stiles said, about to hop into the truck.

"Stiles!" Theo yelled. Stiles frowned and slammed the door shut. "I don't think Scott wants to talk to you right now." He told him. Yeah, Stiles! Can't you get a hint?

"Yeah, thanks I'm aware of that." Stiles stated, heading back to the car. "It doesn't matter. He needs to know about this."

"Stiles," Theo said. "Scott doesn't want to talk to you." Theo stated, this time in a different tone. A tone I really didn't find comforting. It was almost…sinister.

Stiles narrowed his eyes at him.

Theo grinned and flashed Stiles' library keycard at him.

"But I think your dad does." Theo told him.

My eyes widened in absolute shock as I watched my brother send a dagger of a distinct look at the boy.

What the hell is happening? What the hell did Theo do to my dad?

"Your dad was looking for you Stiles." Theo told him, making circles around the area. "He found me instead." He added.

This is not happening!

"Where is he?" Stiles demanded.

Theo raised an eyebrow at my brother. "I covered for you!" He said, gesturing to the card.

"This was taken care of!" Theo said, circling around. "Melissa didn't find it in the hospital. I guess even the son of a cop can make mistakes!" He seethed in a way I've never heard on him before.

"Did you hurt him?" Stiles requested, taking a step forward.

Theo turned to him, giving him a very sly, devious look.

"I never lied about why I came to Beacon Hills." Theo said, reflectively. He flashed a crooked grin that seemed so devilish. "I'm here for a pack!"`

Stiles had eyes of fury set on Theo.

"I came for the werecoyote! The one whose first instinct is to kill." Theo said, pacing around Stiles. "I came for the Banshee, the girl surrounded by death!" He added. "I came for the dark kitsune! The beta with anger issues," He snarled ferociously, and then chuckled lightly. "I came for your sister, to make her mine and I clearly did when I fuckedher the other night."

I flinched at the words and shaking my head in disbelief. I gritted my teeth together and felt a low growl coming in my throat. What a dick!

"I came for Void Stiles!" He retorted. "That's the pack I want!" He mentioned with such power as he looked at my brother in the eye. "Fortunately, it doesn't include Scott!"

I could literally feel Stiles breathing heavily and I watched as he clenched his fists together. Theo grinned devilishly.

"Your heartbeat's rising, Stiles," He told him guilefully. "It's not because you're afraid. The Nogitsune's gone but you still got more blood on your hands than any of us."

I couldn't believe this. The one guy I gave into had to be the one guy I had to run away from.

"And I'm about to get more," Stiles warned him.

"I'll tell you where you dad is." Theo said, walking up to his car and placing the keycard on the bonnet. "If you promise not to help, Scott,"

Stiles shook his head and gave Theo a right hook to the jaw, causing him to grunt in pain.

Theo chuckled. "There he is! That's Void Stiles!" He yelled out.

"It felt good, didn't it?" Theo questioned. Stiles gave him another punch to the face, this time leaving Theo falling to the ground hard.

Theo groaned as he lifted the bridge of his nose and then facing the ground, making a spit take of the blood in his mouth. God how I wish it was more.

"We won't tell Scott!" He yapped. "'Cause you can't lose your best friend, right?" He panted.

"Even though we both know you never needed him." He said. I immediately got up, prepared to intervene in killing this bitch before I saw Stiles lunge for him and grabbing him by the collar and viciously slamming him against the ground.

"You hate me now but you'll get it eventually." Theo seethed between heavy breaths. "This is the hard part! You can't help Scott and save your dad's life!"

My eyes widened and I felt the tears began welling up in the tips of my eyes. My dad?

"You still got time, Stiles." Theo stated. "You still got time."

Stiles was growling, his breath literally on that stupid cunts face. He spat in his face before giving him two more punches and getting off of him, sprinting out of the isolated area.

Theo was laughing as he wiped the blood and spit off his face, getting up from the ground. What a cunt!

I couldn't believe this. I never knew I'd ever feel this much hatred for a person this quickly after seeing their true colors. He's shown me his true colors and I'm about to show him mine…

He got up from the ground and began making his way over to his car. He paused and slowly turned around, catching me staring at him with immense anger.

"I hate you," I whispered inaudibly, I wasn't sure if he heard but I didn't care.

He chuckled as he threw the keycard my way and hopping into the car and driving off.

I picked my brother's keycard and ran my hand over it, dusting off the sand and just stared at my brother's picture.

M. Stilinski…

I couldn't help the tears from overflowing off my cheek and I fell to the ground, sobbing viciously.

Why does this keep happening? Why do I always feel this pain? I let myself fall for a guy, trust in him with my whole heart and give into him with no intention of going back only to leave me defeated. I hate feeling this way. I hate feeling hopeless! I hate falling too hard too quickly!

This shouldn't be me anymore. This is not me.

This is not me…

… …

I reached the one place I used to enjoy as a kid with my brother. We'd always skateboard together here and our dad would always tell us never to come back. This was the only rational place I'd find my father.

The water treatment plant…

I ran through the series of pipes and barriers until I noticed a huge hole on a wall. I slipped through it only to see my brother bent down by my father's dying side and his bloody hand in his grasp.

"No! No! No!" I cried out as I slid by his side. "Daddy! No!"

"He'll be okay." Stiles said, with his voice broken and tears streaming down his face.

I sobbed as I held my father's other hand. He was unresponsive. His pulse was weak. He couldn't breathe.

"How did you know?" Stiles asked.

"I followed you." I admitted as I ran my hand over our dad's head. "You're going to be okay dad. I promise." I cried, feeling the teardrops on my lips.

"D-did you see what happened?" He asked me. I nodded my head. "I'm sorry you had to see that,"

I shook my head. "He deserved it." I told him and then looked up at him, stroking his face lightly with my hand. "Hey," I called. He looked at me. "Thank you,"

He formed a small smile. "That's what you do for family." He told me. I smiled weakly.

We may fight, we may have disagreements, we may overstep each other, we may not even trust each other, but my brother and I always find our way back to each other.

"Come on, help me get him up!" He told me as soon as we heard the ambulance sirens.

… …

A/N: OH THE FEELS! My emotions! My freaking Stilinski family emotions! Who liked this chapter? So Stella found out Theo's whole deal and got heartbroken in the process. I know hate me! But I hate Theo.

But don't worry. You'll see a totally new Stella in the upcoming chapters. In '5B' you'll see her deal with what Theo did to him and get over him, with an addition of revenge!

But all you Thella fans out there don't lose hope –as Mama McCall says.

Review all your thoughts and tell me what you expect to see what happens in the next ten chapters.