10; Sometimes The Truth Hurts
Henley looked at herself in the mirror, finally starting to see some color come back to her face. She still didn't know what caused her to feel so drained earlier. There wasn't much she was understanding lately. Everything was crazy and out of control, and she felt completely lost.
When she heard her cell phone beep, she reached into her bag and pulled it out, seeing she had a text message from Lydia. Apparently Scott wasn't planning to play in the game, she had tried to persuade him into playing and wanted Henley to do the same. She figured with both of them in his ear, he would listen to reason.
Henley blew out a breath, then text Lydia back, telling her she would do it. At least it would distract her from whatever was going on in her life.
She glanced in the mirror one more time, noticing she looked a little more like herself, then turned to leave the bathroom. It was time to put the wall back up and play her part.
She exited the bathroom and walked down a few hallways, seeing Scott at his locker changing out books. Now was a good time as any to talk to him.
"Scott!" Henley called out as she made her way over toward him. He jumped slightly then turned to look at her when she added,"What is this I hear about you not playing in the game?"
"Some things are more important than a game." Scott mumbled as he took another book out of his locker.
"Like what?" Before he could answer, she added,"Look, it's simple, before this year, you were a nobody. I bet you and Stiles spent your time touching yourselves and playing some nerdy role-playing game or something else lame."
Flashing him a smile, she continued,"But now... now you have a chance to be someone. You have a chance to actually be a part of the winning team instead of riding the bench and you have an amazing girl who's very interested in you, but tell me, do you think Allison is going to be into you still if you go back to being a loser?"
Scott blew out a breath, knowing deep down she was right. His fear was going back to a nobody and losing Allison, but he also couldn't forget Derek's threat. He turned his head to look at her, then lowered his eyebrows when he saw a glow around her again. It wasn't as bright as last time, but it was still there, and no matter how hard he tried he couldn't stop staring at her, it was like she was drawing him in.
Seeing that he wasn't going to answer, she did it for him, "She won't, Scott. No one wants to date the loser on a losing team. So whatever the problem is, man up and play, okay?"
When he didn't answer her and continue to stare at her, she yelled out his name, causing him to jump and broke the daze he was in. "Okay?" She asked again.
Not wanting to admit he was staring at her and not paying attention, he nodded his head and said,"Uh, y-yeah. Yeah, okay."
Henley flashed a smile, happy that he agreed. "Glad you came to your senses. See you in the game." She said as she went to walk away.
Realizing what she said, Scott lowered his eyebrows and said,"Wait, what?" He reached out to grab her arm to stop her, then quickly pulled back when she shocked him.
She quickly glanced up at him, seeing his eyes flash yellow for a moment, causing her to gasp. She placed her hand over her mouth for a moment and took a staggering step back.
Dropping her hands, she asked,"What the hell was that?"
"I-I don't know." Scott said nervously. He didn't know what just happened, but just with that one touch he could feel energy radiating off of her. It was intoxicating and addictive.
"Scott, what the hell are you?" Henley angrily asked as she took a step toward him, causing him to take a quick step back. Something weird was going on and it was something with him.
She closed her eyes for a moment, flashing back to when she was little and saw the eyes in the woods, then she saw herself sitting in the psychiatrist's office and being told that everything she saw was just her imagination, but this was not her imagination, this wasn't her eyes playing tricks. She knew what she saw. She knew his eyes flashed yellow.
She snapped her eyes open as she demanded,"Scott, what is going on?"
"N-Nothing. Whatever you think you saw, you-you didn't." He lied as he cautiously took a step back from her, his back hitting the row of lockers behind him. He didn't know what was going on with her or what that was just now, but he couldn't reveal his secret. If she knew what he was, he was worried she would tell Allison and spread it all over school.
"Don't! Don't just brush this off as I'm crazy!" Henley stated. "I've heard that before, but just now... I know what I saw."
"Henley, you didn't-" He began to say as they heard someone call out their names. He glanced over his shoulder to see Allison standing down the hall. When he saw her walking toward them, he turned back to look at Henley with wide eyes, hoping she wouldn't mention anything about what just happened.
"Hey, is everything okay?" Allison asked as she came to a stop beside them. She could tell her brunette friend was upset about something.
Turning her attention to her, she asked,"Are you still feeling bad? I can take you to the nurse."
"No, I'm fine." Henley lied. She gave a bitter chuckle as she added,"Apparently I'm just crazy."
"What?" Allison asked confused. She looked at Scott for a moment, wondering if he knew what she was talking about, but he just shrugged and acted like he was just as confused as her.
"Nothing." Henley mumbled. She flashed her a small smile and added,"Nothing, just forget it. I'm sorry. I got to get to class."
Without another word, she walked past them to make her way down the hall, leaving Allison even more confused than she already was. She hated to confuse her friend, but it's not like she could tell her to truth. She couldn't tell her about Scott's eyes. It would just be her word against his, then she'll be dragged back to a psychiatrist. She wasn't going to go through that again. She refused to do that again.
•••
Later that day, after the bell rang to end class, Henley made her way down the hallway. When she saw Allison up ahead, she made her way over to her, feeling like she needed to apologize for the way she was acting earlier. She had to make her believe everything was fine.
"Hey." Henley said, coming to a stop beside her.
"Hey, how are you?" Allison asked with a concern look on her face.
"I'm fabulous." Henley lied as she flashed her a smile. "Sorry for being so weird earlier. I guess I was still feeling a little bad from before."
"It's fine. I just want to make sure you are okay." Allison said, giving her arm a friendly rub. "You're going to make it to the game tomorrow, right?"
"Yeah, wouldn't miss it." Henley said. "Besides Lydia will need someone to help hold her Jackson signs."
"She makes signs for Jackson?" Allison asked. When Henley nodded her head, she chuckled and added,"Of course she does."
"Ah, speak of the devil." Henley mumbled as they saw Lydia walking toward them with a lacrosse player on either side of her.
The three came to a stop in front of the two brunettes. Lydia nodded her head toward the boys as she turned her attention to Allison and said,"This is Nate and Daniel. They're on the team with Jackson." Looking at the two guys, she added,"Boys, this is Allison Argent, she's new here."
As they began to talk to Allison, asking her how she liked the school and town, Henley softly chuckled, knowing what Lydia was doing. Seeing that Lydia was looking at something down the hall, she turned her head, seeing that Scott was watching Allison as she chatted with the lacrosse players.
Scott glanced at Henley for a moment as she shot him a look, as if telling him if he doesn't play he could lose Allison. She looked away from Scott, looking further down the hallway and noticed Isaac standing at his locker watching her. When the two locked eyes, he shook his head before turning away, but she saw the look of disappointment appear before he did.
She continued to look at him, until she heard Lydia called her name a few times. She turned her head to look at the redhead, who shot her a smile, before nodding her head toward one of the guys.
"You remember Nate, right?" She questioned.
"Yeah, hey, Nate." Henley said with a friendly smile.
"Hey, you're Alex's girl, right?" Nate questioned.
"Ex-girlfriend." Lydia spoke up. "She is completely single."
Henley playfully rolled her eyes, knowing what Lydia was trying to do now. She was trying to set her up with someone new. She folded her arms across her chest and glanced down the hall again, seeing Isaac watching her with that disappointed look on his face again, before he closed his locker and began to walk down the hall.
She turned her head back toward her friends and said,"Hey, I have to go to my locker before class. I'll see you two later." She had only taken a few steps, when Lydia grabbed her arm to stop her before quietly saying,"Where are you going? I brought Nate over here for you."
"Yeah, I figured that, but I told you, Lyd, I don't need a boyfriend." Henley said back. "But I do appreciate the gesture. I feel a little like I'm being pimped out, but still, I appreciate it."
When Lydia opened her mouth, she quickly interrupted,"I'm sorry, but I really gotta go, Lyd."
Before the redhead could say anything else, Henley rushed down the hallway in the direction that Isaac went. She came up behind him and as he went to turn a corner, she grabbed his arm and dragged him over toward the closest empty classroom.
"What the hell is your problem?" Isaac snapped as he watched her close the classroom door.
She spun around and snapped back,"What the hell is your problem, Isaac?" Before he could answer, she added,"Why do you keep looking at me like that? What is that look for?"
"What look?" Isaac asked, confused.
"The look, Isaac! You know what look." She said, folding her arms across her chest and shot him a look.
"We're not doing this." Isaac said with a sigh as he tried to walk past her, but she grabbed his arm to stop him.
She spun him around to face her as she stated,"Yes we are." She poked him in the chest and added,"You are going to tell me why you keep looking at me with that judgy look. Like I'm such a huge disappointment in your eyes."
"Why do you even care how I look at you, Henley?" He shot back as he threw out his arms.
"'Cause I do!" She snapped, taking them both by surprised. She didn't know why she cared and until the words spilled out of her mouth, she never thought she did care about his opinion on her.
Isaac took a deep breath and turned around, resting his hands on his hips as he thought about her words. He didn't know why she cared so much and he also didn't know why he liked the fact that she did care.
He blew out a calming breath, then turned back around to face her. "Okay, you want to know why? The truth?"
When she nodded her head, he continued,"Because I know this isn't the real you, Henley. The clothes, the way you look down on others, the partying, the bitchy attitude... None of this is you. This is not you."
"Isaac, you haven't been a part of my life for two years. You have no idea who I am now." Henley pointed out as she shot him an angry look.
"Two years or not, I will always know who you really are, Henley." Isaac stated as he took a step toward her while reaching into his back pocket. Pulling out a picture, he handed it to her and added,"This is who you are."
She looked down at the picture with wide eyes. It was the picture she had fallen asleep holding the night before. The picture of herself, Isaac and Camden.
She raised her head to look at him, she quietly asked,"Where did you get this?"
"I had to go by the cemetery during lunch and I found it on Camden's grave." Isaac explained. "I'm guessing it came from you."
She didn't remember leaving the picture on his grave, but there again she didn't even remember going to the cemetery. She must have had it with her while sleepwalking and left it there.
"Yeah. Yeah, it's mine." Henley said, barely above a whisper as she nodded her head. She lowered her head to look at the picture again, tears filled her eyes as she lightly ran a finger over their smiling faces.
Isaac kept his eyes on her, seeing how the picture was affecting her and took a step toward her. When she raised her head, she was surprised to see how close the two were to each other now. All it would take was one to lean forward a little and certain parts could be touching. But she wasn't going to think about that. She was not going to think about kissing him.
Isaac tapped his finger on the picture and softly said,"This is you, Henley."
He caught her eyes, then continued,"You are the girl who still visits my brother because he was just as big part of your life as he was mine. You were the girl who I use to tell everything to. You know everything about me, Henley, all my hopes, dreams and fears. You could use any of that at any moment to destroy me, but you never did.
"You can make my life a living hell, but you don't. Because that's not the type of person you are. No matter what kind of act you try to play, you're not a cold-hearted person."
"I may be mad at you and hurt, but I never hated you, Isaac." She softly admitted. "I would never use anything from our past against you. Like you said, I'm not that kind of girl."
"No you're not." Isaac agreed. "You're the girl that I..."
"I'm the girl that you what?" Henley questioned, when he paused.
Isaac slightly shook his head, realizing he almost slipped and confessed how he fell in love with her years ago, but he couldn't tell her that. He could never tell her that. Instead he said,"You're the girl that was always so happy and smiling."
"Yeah, well, I don't have much to smile about anymore." She quietly said as she lowered her head for a moment.
Isaac lightly grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up at him. He cupped her cheek and softly said,"That's a shame, because I always loved your smile."
"Well if something good ever happens again, maybe one day you'll get to see the smile." Henley said back.
He laid his other hand on the other side of her face, holding her face in his hands. "Believe it or not, all I ever wanted was for you to be happy."
She felt tears fill her eyes as she said,"But how can I be when I lost Cam..." She paused for a moment before whispering out,"And you."
"Maybe you haven't completely lost me, Henley." He whispered back as he absentmindedly ran his thumb over her bottom lip.
Henley didn't know what was happening between them at the moment. The fact that they were not yelling at each other was surprising, but when she saw him lean toward her more, she was even more surprised. What shocked her the most though was when she felt her eyes flutter shut as she waited for his lips to press against hers. She hadn't thought about kissing Isaac in years, but in this moment that was all she wanted.
Isaac brought his face closer to hers and lightly rubbed his nose against hers, before pausing inches from her lips. He didn't know what suddenly came over him, but after seeing glimpses of his Meddy coming through he couldn't stop himself from wanting to kiss her.
Ever since their first kiss at age eleven, he would dream often about kissing her again and as much as he hated to admit it there were even a few times he thought about it after they drifted apart. She was the only girl he had ever kissed, but he didn't need to kiss any more to know how good kissing her was or how right it felt.
When he noticed her eyes closing, he took it as a sign to go for it. He took a shaky breath, then went to press his lips against her, but before their lips could touch, they heard the bell ring, signaling the start of their next class, and causing them to jumped back from each other.
Henley leaned against a desk to catch her breath. She glanced over at Isaac, seeing that he was doing the same, except he had his head lowered to avoid looking at her. He was mentally yelling at himself for what he almost did. He couldn't believe he almost kissed her, not because he didn't want to, but because that was the worst thing that could happen between them.
They weren't friends, they could barely talk to each other without biting their heads off. Kissing her would have just made everything between them worse. He hated himself for doing that, for ruining the little bit of progress they made, but mostly he hated himself for wanting to kiss her. He couldn't fall for her again. He couldn't allow himself to feel anything for her again. It hurt too much the first time.
"Isaac..." She breathed out as she took a step toward him, but he quickly backed up.
"We should-We should get to class and that..." He began to say as he gestured between them. "That shouldn't have happened. I'm sorry, I just... I'm sorry."
Henley folded her arms across her chest and watched him rush out of the room like he couldn't get away from her fast enough. As if things were not already confusing enough, now this happened.
There were times earlier she saw her Isaac; the boy who promised they would be friends forever, the boy she could count on and the boy she loved. Then when she saw him leaning toward her, she couldn't help but flash back to the time they kissed when they were younger and her body craved more.
She wanted him to kiss her and she even felt the familiar flutters she use to feel for him years ago, but then a flash it was gone and he was pushing her away again.
They were right back where they started, only this time instead of leaving her mad or upset, she was mostly confused and feeling things she had not felt in years. At the moment she didn't know which was worse, the fighting or the confusion. But either way she couldn't help but think everything just got a whole lot more complicated.
•••
That evening, Henley sat silently at the kitchen table with her family as a million of thoughts raced through her mind. Between all the crazy stuff going on lately and the weird moment with Isaac, she couldn't concentrate on anything around her. Thankfully, Logan kept their parents entertained during dinner and they didn't notice how spacey she was.
She forced a few bites of food in her mouth, then asked if she could be excused. She lied and said she had a big test coming up that she needed to study for, which sadly could be true. She didn't pay much attention to her classes that day.
Once in her bedroom, she sat in the middle of her bed with the box of Isaac mementos in front of her. She had put everything back in the box earlier, but was tempted to go back through it again. She didn't know why she was torturing herself with the past so much, maybe because it was better than her current present.
She cautiously reached out to open the box, but before she could touch it, she heard her cell phone ringing, causing her to jerk her hand back. She glanced over at her desk, when she had left her phone, then stood up to drag herself across the room to answer it.
Seeing who it was calling, she placed her phone against her ear and called out,"Hey, Lyd."
"Hey, Hen, what's going on with you today?" Lydia questioned.
"What do you mean? Nothing is going on." Henley lied.
"Allison mentioned you've been weird all day, then I bring you cute boy and you bolt, not to mention you forgot all about our plans today."
"What plans?" Henley asked confused. She honestly did not remember making plans with Lydia, but there again with everything going on she could barely remember anything anymore.
"We were suppose to meet up after school, remember?" Lydia said. "I needed to go by the craft store to get things to make Jackson's signs for the game tomorrow."
"Right, sorry, Lyd." Henley said, feeling bad for letting her down. "I can meet you now. We'll do it now, okay?" She added as she slipped on a pair of shoes and grabbed her keys.
"I already grabbed some poster boards and a marker from a convenience store on the way to dinner with Jackson." Lydia said. "I just won't get to do a fancy sign for him like I wanted to."
"I'm sorry, Lydia. I really am, I just-it slipped my mind." Henley said.
"Well if you really wanted to make it up to me you can come keep me company at the hospital." Lydia suggested.
"Why are you at the hospital?" She asked confused.
"Have you forgotten every talk we have had today or something?" Lydia questioned, then added,"Jackson is getting a cortisone shot so he can play in the game tomorrow. I think he should get one right before the game too."
"Right." Henley said, vaguely remembering Lydia telling her about it now. "Is that such a good idea though? I mean, wouldn't it be better to just wait for his shoulder to heal."
"We don't have time for it to heal. He has to play, we can't start the season off with a lost. We have to stay on top." Lydia said, then added with chuckle,"And you know I like being on top."
Henley laughed at her comment, then said,"Sadly I know that since this isn't the first time you have told me."
"So are you coming to keep me company?" Lydia asked. "After we leave here, Jackson wants to meet up with some of the team at his house to watch last year games. I can not deal with that on my own."
"Is Alex-"
"No, he's not going to be there." Lydia interrupted. "I told Jackson to make sure he was not invited."
"You didn't tell him why, did you?" Henley asked worriedly. The less people who knew about the Alex thing the better. She wasn't dumb, she knew how the world worked. No matter what he did, some people would still side with him and turn against her. Plus she just didn't want many people to know. She didn't want to talk about it and wanted to pretend nothing happened.
"I didn't say a word." Lydia promised. "He is curious about it though, so expect some questions soon."
"Okay, thanks." Henley said, blowing out a breath and running a hand through her hair. She opened her mouth to say something else, but before she could she heard someone trying to speak to Lydia. The more he talked, the more she recognized his voice, causing her to asked,"Wait, is that Stiles?"
"I don't know." Lydia mumbled. "Hold on, give me a second." She added as she took the bluetooth out of her ear and looked at the boy with the shaved head standing in front of her.
"Yeah, I didn't get any of what you just said. Is it worth repeating?" She asked him.
"No. Sorry. I'll just sit." Stiles said, pointing off to the side. When he saw her putting the bluetooth back in her ear, he added,"You don't care."
"You know what, Lyd, I will come there." Henley said, hoping she could corner Stiles somehow and find out some things. "I'll be there in a few minutes."
•••
Thankfully the traffic was light and she was able to make it to the hospital within minutes. She entered the building and made her way down the hall like she was on a mission and in a way she was. She knew Stiles and Scott knew exactly what was going on or at least more than she knew, and if one was at the hospital chances are the other one wasn't far away.
She had just turned down another hallway, when she suddenly felt drawn to a certain room a few doors down. She took a few cautious steps toward the close door. She glanced over at the name beside the door, seeing who was inside. It was a man named Peter Hale.
She turned her head back to look at the door, then placed a hand on it. She took a shaky breath as she began to feel sleepy, like all of her energy was being sucked away. She knew she should take a step back, but she couldn't force herself to do it until she heard someone called out.
"Hey! What are you doing?"
Henley snapped her head to the side as she dropped her hand and saw a redheaded nurse standing beside her.
"I just.. I'm-I'm looking for a friend. Sorry." She mumbled out.
"Well I doubt your friend is in there." The nurse stated.
"Right, sorry." Henley said, apologizing again. She turned to walk away, but was still feeling so drawn to the room, she was finding it hard to walk away.
She turned back toward the door as the nurse cryptically said,"You don't come to him. He comes to you."
"Wait, what?" Henley asked confused as she turned her head to look at her.
"You should go." The nurse said as she took a step closer to Henley, scaring her.
The teen took a few staggering steps back, before turning around and rushing down the hallway. She glanced over her shoulders for a moment, making sure the nurse wasn't following her and noticed she wasn't there anymore. Maybe she just imagined the whole thing.
With her head still turned, she quickly turned a corner and felt herself slamming into someone.
She took a quick step back and laid a hand on the wall to catch herself, then raised her head to see that she had ran into Scott, who had just walked out of the morgue.
She shot him a look as she asked,"What were you doing in there?" He stuttered a few times, causing her to sarcastically add,"Or am I just crazy again? Are you going to tell me I am imagining things again?"
"I-I was just... I went into the wrong room." Scott lamely said. He cringed at how badly his lie was. His mother worked there for crying out loud, he knew that hospital like the back of his hand. "Nothing is going on." He continued to lie.
Henley glanced over his shoulders for a moment and saw Stiles coming down the hall toward them, looking like he was up to no good just like Scott. She turned her attention back to the boy in front of her and shot him a look, letting him know she didn't believe him.
Nodding toward Stiles, she said,"Yeah, looks like you two are up to nothing at all."
"Hey, Henley, you look-" Stiles began to say as he came to a stop beside his best friend.
"Like I just caught you two doing something that you're probably not suppose to be doing?" Henley guessed as she interrupted him. She took a step toward them, causing them to take a step back as she said,"Okay, seriously, what the hell is going on with you two?"
When neither boy answered, she continued,"And don't try to tell me nothing because I know something is." She turned her attention to Scott as she stated,"You and I shared a dream and I still don't know how the hell that happened and I can tell by the look on your face as I say this, you know exactly what I am talking about."
"Whoa, wait, you two shared a dream?" Stiles asked in surprise as he look between Scott and Henley. "Wow..." He breathed out excitedly. "That's pretty cool."
"It wasn't very cool." Henley corrected him. "It was weird and scary and I still don't understand how it happened."
"Wait..." Stiles began to say as a worried look appeared on his face. He turned his attention to the brunette girl and asked,"We haven't shared any dreams have we?"
"What?" No!" Henley answered.
Stiles blew out a sigh of relief and said,"Good. That could get a little awkward."
Henley shot him a look and shook her head at him. "You are so weird."
"I'll take that." Stiles said with a nod. When a thought hit him, he added,"Oh, but don't tell Lydia I've had dreams about you."
"Trust me, Stiles, I won't be telling anyone that." Henley pointed out as she folded her arms across her chest. She turned her head back to Scott and added,"So are you going to tell me what is going on or not? Why did we share a dream, what is that freaking glow I see around you and how the hell did you get your eyes to flash yellow?"
"Oh, woah, let's not-let's not just blurt this stuff out in the open." Stiles said nervously as he glanced around making sure no one was near by and overheard them.
He grabbed one of Henley's arms and dragged her across the hall and tried to open the closest door, while nodded his head toward Scott, telling him to follow them. He silently cursed when he realized the door was locked. He led her down the hall a little further, ignoring her as she told him to let her go.
He glanced behind him, making sure Scott was still behind them, then hissed out in pain when Henley kicked him in the shin.
He released her as he reached down to rub his leg. "Ow! Why did you do that?" He questioned as he glanced over at the pissed off brunette.
"Why are you trying to drag me down the hall?" Henley snapped. "What do you think you were going to do to me?"
"Nothing!" Stiles called out. "I was just trying to find somewhere private for all of us to talk." He rubbed his leg again as he added,"This isn't the type of conversation to have in the middle of the hospital."
"Look, we're not going to hurt you." Scott said, stepping forward to come in between them. He knew Henley didn't trust them and he wanted to show her it was going to be okay. He reached out to try the door beside them, which thankfully opened to reveal an empty room.
Scott gestured for her to go, before saying,"But you're right, something is going on. I don't have the answer to all of your questions, but there are a few I can answer."
Henley nodded her head and took a step toward the room. When she passed by Stiles, she said,"Touch me again and your leg won't be the only place I kick."
"Noted." Stiles said, holding up his hands.
After all three walked into the room, Stiles glanced down the hall, making sure no one saw them, then quickly shut the door. Henley walked across the room, glancing out the window for a moment, watching the sunset.
She turned around to face the boys and folded her arms across her chest. "Okay, what is going on?"
"What do you think is going on?" Stiles questioned, wanting to know how much she knew beforehand.
"I don't know what is going on!" Henley snapped. "That's why I'm here, Stiles. All I know is I'm seeing a faint glow around certain people, I've seen glowing eyes and I'm sleepwalking. And as far as I know, I've never slept walked before in my life."
"Where do you end up at?" Scott asked. The night they had the same dream, he ended up in someone's pool.
"What does it matter?" Henley questioned. "Just tell me what the hell is going on? I feel like I am going crazy..." She cried out as she ran her hands through her hair. "And I know you two know something."
She looked at Stiles as she continued,"You couldn't get away fast enough when I questioned you in the library." Turning her attention to Scott, she added,"And you are one of the worst liars I have ever met. I am tired of being lied too and being told I'm imagining things when I know I'm not. I know what I saw!"
"Okay, okay, just calm down." Stiles stated as he went to take a step toward her. He could see she was getting upset and frustrated, and just wanted to help calm her down.
"I am calm!" Henley snapped as she glared at him, causing him to take a quick step back.
"Yep, I was wrong. You're super calm." Stiles said sarcastically, causing her to shoot him a look.
She looked back over at Scott as she quietly pleaded,"Just don't tell me I'm crazy again. Please just tell me the truth."
Scott lowered his head for a moment, making her think he wasn't going to say anything, but when he raised his head and look at her, his eyes glowing yellow, she softly gasped and took a step back.
"It is true." Henley breathed out, realizing all this time she really wasn't crazy.
She felt tears fill her eyes as she thought back to all the times her psychiatrist told her what she saw wasn't real. That she just imagined it. She also thought about all the times she tried to tell her parents what she saw, but they looked at her like she was losing her mind. People really did have glowing eyes. It was really possible.
"What are you?" She softly asked as her heart began to race. She had an idea what the answer was already, because of the little bit of research she had done before, but she wanted to hear him say it.
Scott caught her eyes, neither one being able to look away, as he stated,"I'm a werewolf."
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A/N; Thank you to everyone reading and/or adding the story. Also big thanks to Lucy Greenhill, LionHeartMisfit, xxxRena, Monkey. gone. to. heaven, RHatch89, Momsen-xxxx, LovelyFandomLover, Guest, Guest, Guest and MessintheMirror for reviewing.
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