Chapter 12: Emotions
A/N: Got my shifts at work moved around so it means I can update two or three chapters a week, depending on how I feel. Kind of torn with this chapter, its good and then it's not in some areas when it comes to have I've written it. Still not happy with how I write, need to describe things in greater detail more instead of just listing actions off but I'm working on it.
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Chapter Twelve
The charts in front of her proved her doubts. For a week now she'd been hoping for different results but the ones printed in black letters on the piece of paper she now held in her hands showed her once and for all the truth. She was a Hale. Ever since Derek had told her about them being related she'd refused believing it completely. Only after the Alpha attack at the school did she begin to question it. She'd searched the house from top to bottom for any evidence to prove Derek wrong but yet she'd come up empty handed. There were no baby pictures of her whatsoever in the house.
The only way she could really prove Derek wrong was to use science and get a paternity test done, comparing her DNA to her Mom's. At the time it had felt wrong, why would she even for a second question that her Mom was her 'Mom'. And yet here she was now looking at the results. It was actually quite simply laid out, her Mom's DNA chart below hers. They didn't match. At the bottom it explained the results to her but the only thing she cared about was the 'DNA does not match' in bold red letters.
It felt like she'd been staring at the results for hours as she perched on the side of her bed. Finally, she snapped out of her daze and looked around her room. The various family photos hanging on the walls, they were all of her after the age of ten. How had she not noticed this before? The sound of a door closing downstairs drew her back to the present as she let out a small gasp, her Mom was home. Her eyes went to her bedroom door and then back to the DNA results, should she confront her Mom about this? What would she even say?
Pushing herself off her bed she walked to the door, her feet carrying her downstairs and to the noises coming from the kitchen.
"Hey, sweetie" her Mom smiled to her as she held the DNA results behind her back. "How was school?" she asked. Crystal wanted to scream at her until her voice was hoarse, wanted to demand to know why they kept this from her but when she looked to her Mom, she just couldn't find it in herself to hate her. Yeah she was angry about the whole situation but her Mom was her Mom after all, it didn't matter if she hadn't given birth to her. Over the years she had loved and cared for her like she was her own, why punish her for caring?
"Fine" her voice squeaked as she slipped the results into her back pocket. A thought suddenly popped into her little head. "I've got this history project actually" her Mom looked up from where she was unloading paper work.
"What about?" she asked a warm smile on her face.
"About me actually. My family history" she smiled as she saw a hint of panic flash across her Mom's eyes.
"Really? Hmmm, that sounds nice" she turned her back to her and walked over to the fridge.
"Yeah. My teacher has asked us to gather some photos documenting our self-growing up. Where do we keep the cute little baby photos of me?" she asked as her Mom seemed to stiffen up. Her heart beat was going like a drum. "Mom?" Crystal asked.
"Uh... I'll find them out for you later" she lied, still with her back towards Crystal.
"It's due in soon so I kind of need them no..." the sound of the fridge door slamming made her look up.
"I said I'll get them later!" her Mom shouted. Crystal's eyes were wide as she stood ridged, never had her Mom shouted at her. Surprising? Yes, but true. Ever since she could remember her Mom had been this sweet, cute and fun Mom. Even her Mom seemed shocked at her tone. "Later, ok?" she asked in a hushed voice. Crystal nodded before turning and leaving the room. She stood on the top landing for a few minutes, still in shock at her Mom outburst, why had she lost her temper like that? Crystal already knew the reason why, there were no baby pictures of her. Her Mom must have thought that one day this would happened, right?
Shaking her head, she walked back into her room and crawled onto her bed. The sun had set a few hours ago and now she found herself bored out of her mind. Since the attack at the school she hadn't really spoken much to Allison or Lydia, or Scott and Stiles for that matter. After the adrenaline vanished from her system she remembered how angry she was at the pair of them for withholding the truth from her. Lying on her bed she thought back to when they were at the hospital, Stiles' Dad had insisted they all be checked out, especially Crystal who had blood on her.
"So it's not your blood?" the nurse asked as Crystal sighed for the millionth time. How many times did she have to explain it?
"No, I have no cuts on me, it was the attackers blood. He had a knife, he went to attack me but I dodged out the way, he fell on the knife. Then he flung himself at me, we had a scuffle and that's how I'm covered in blood" she gestured to the blood on her top and jeans.
"The police asked why your top was ripped" the nurse pointed with her pen to the fabric hanging off her top.
"Yes and I told them, like I've told you, the attacker grabbed at my top as I pushed myself away from him" she felt frustrated. Almost an hour she'd been in this room, retelling her story to several people. Each asking the same questions, she felt like someone had set her to repeat. "Look, its late and obviously you can see I'm not hurt. I have school tomorrow" the nurse looked at her before ticking a few more boxes on the form before nodding.
"Alright, I'll just have a word with the Doctor and we can see about letting you go" she smiled and left the room, leaving the door open. Crystal knew her Mom was waiting down the hallway, the Sherriff had called her the second they got to the hospital. She would be panicking, probably biting her nails like she always did when worried. Right now she was scared to even look at her Mom. The memory of Derek shouting those words to her, telling her the truth, tearing her whole world apart in just a few sentences. And now she had to go home, to a house which was filled with lies, pretend like everything was the same. She felt torn. Should she really believe Derek?
The cops had found no trace of Derek on sight so there was every chance he was alive, either that or the Alpha had... No, he was alive. Closing her eyes, she buried her face into her hands and let out a frustrated groan. Why was this happening? Was she being punished?
"Hey" her head snapped up to the sound of Stiles voice, there he stood in the doorway to the hospital room. He'd come along to make sure she was alright; his Dad was busy filling in some paperwork down the hall. "You ok?" she looked back to the tiled floor. "Crys?" he asked again.
"I heard you" she snapped. "I'm fine", her voice was harsh and cold. She didn't feel like speaking to him right now, not after everything. Yes, in the chemistry lab her thoughts on what Derek had recently told her had vanished from her mind, expelled and replaced by fear and want for her friend's safety but now they were safe she didn't want to even look at him. "What are you doing here?" she asked as he slowly walked in.
"Just seeing how you are?" he said, his eyes looking to the chair by the bed she was currently perched on. He wanted to sit down, probably stay until she got discharged.
"Well, I'm fine. They're letting me go" she said and continued to look to the floor.
"That's good. I see you've healed huh, that's also good. No pain and all. It's kind of cool how you can do that, you know get hurt and heal" he was rambling on as she let out a groan.
"Stiles" he stopped midsentence. He looked up hopeful but then caught sight of the bitter look she held towards him. "Go away" the two words which cut him deep. She wanted him to leave. He opened his mouth but then closed it again before nodding and turning. Turning her head, she heard him shuffling towards the door before his voice sounded again, much quieter this time.
"I'm sorry" it was a mere whisper as she felt a pain in her chest, she'd upset him. How could she be sorry for that when she was mad at him? What was wrong with her?
Every day at school she would see him in the hallway, in class and in the cafeteria. Every day she would force herself to keep her distance, reminding herself that she was angry at him, angry at both of them for keeping this big secret from her. But the worst part of it was that every day, she found it harder to stay away. She wanted to be close to him, to talk with him, to laugh and watch movies and just be near him. It pained her to not be near him.
Rolling her eyes and letting a sigh she found herself thinking how cliché she was sounding. Like they were soul mates or something but Stiles didn't see her that way, she was just a friend. Barely that now after the way she'd ignored him for the past week. Staring up at her ceiling she felt the tears coming, the lump rising in her throat as she tried to hold back her sobs but they overpowered her and soon her vision was blurred.
"I'm sorry" she whispered and closed her eyes. This is what she needed, to let it all go. To release the frustration, the anger, her sadness in one hard long cry. It was how she usually dealt with something stressful; let it all build up until she was locked away in her room where she could bawl her eyes outs in the comfort of her own self. A buzzing sound began to rise over her sobs as she opened her eyes and sat up, who was calling her now? Reaching out for her phone she looked to see his name displayed, why was he calling her? Cleaning the tears away, she got control of her breathing before pressing the 'answer' button.
"Hello?" she asked.
"Crys... CRYS!" she instantly held the phone away from her ear and gasped.
"Whoa, too loud" she gasped before placing it back. "Stiles?" she asked as she heard the sound of a car engine in the background.
"I just... I just want to call. Yeah, just wanted to call, you" he stuttered as her eyes went wide.
"Stiles are you drunk?" she asked as she heard him snigger into the mouthpiece.
"No, I'm just me. You know me, good old Stiles" he hiccupped as she giggled.
"Are you driving?" she asked referring to the sound of the car engine in the background.
"No, that's Scott. Hey... SCOTT" he shouted in the background, "Say hello" another hiccup, "Crystal" he said as she heard a soft 'Hello' from Scott and smiled. "I'm calling to tell you something... what was it?" he asked himself.
"Stiles you're drunk. I'll talk to you tomorrow" she said and glanced to her clock, it was almost 10:30pm. "Get some sleep, alright?" but before she could say goodnight he started talking again.
"I'VE GOT IT!" he shouted as she winced from the loud voice.
"Stiles, you're shouting" Scott said in the background.
"No I'm not, you've just got super werewolf hearing, I'..." hiccup, "I'm talking at a normal person level" he slurred. "I know now, what I want to tell you" he said.
"What is it?" she asked.
"I want to tell you that I think you're wonderful Crystal Price" she could almost hear the smile in his voice. "You really are amazing, you're just like a dream ya know, just..." suddenly there was a struggle in the background. "SCOTT, give it back!" Stiles shouted as she giggled.
"No, go back to sleep!" Scott shouted back as Stiles continued to moan.
"I was talking to my future..." but Scott cut him off.
"Sorry Crystal, he's had a little too much to drink" he explained with a soft sigh.
"Why?" Crystal asked confused to why they would decide to go drinking on a school night.
"Stiles wanted to cheer me up because of Allison" he explained as she nodded. "Have you talked to her?" he asked.
"Not much, I've made excuses. She's upset with the both of us, she knows we're hiding something but hopefully it will all blow over" Crystal said. This was the most amount of words she'd spoken to any of her friends in the past week. "Scott" she could hear the sound of deep, loud snores in the background as a smile spread across her face.
"Yeah?" Scott asked.
"I'm sorry for uh, for ignoring you lately" she apologised.
"It's fine, I'm sorry too, me and Stiles are. We just didn't know how to break it to you" he explained.
"I know; we can talk more tomorrow alright. Make sure you get him home" Scott laughed.
"Yeah I will, night" she hung up and smiled down at her phone. An odd but wonderful talk with a drunk Stiles and Scott. At least now she could start to mend the bonds in their friendship. Tomorrow would be a busy day, between talking with Allison and then making up with Scott and Stiles.
That was however, easier said than done. The next morning, she walked into the school. Everyone was talking about the attack at the school but no one knew who the students were involved. As she walked up the hallway she caught sight of Allison and Lydia in front of her. All she needed to do was just talk to them, and then hopefully they could move past this awkwardness between them and be friends again. Speeding up her walk she caught part of their conversation.
"About that jacket with that dress? Absolutely" Crystal found herself smiling at Lydia's comment, same old Lydia. How had she come to like her? They'd been in each other's classes for years and yet she'd never really liked Lydia but now everything had changed.
"You know what I mean" Allison replied.
"Hello? Scott and Crystal locked us in a classroom and left us for dead. Their lucky we're not pressing charges against them, or paying for our therapy bills" Lydia said as they came to a stop at Allison's locker. That's when Allison caught sight of Crystal standing behind them.
"Crystal" she said already knowing Crystal had heard their conversation.
"Forget it" Crystal turned and walked away from them, the sound of Allison calling her name behind her only made her walk faster. Her two friends hated her. They blamed her for everything. Tears threatened to spill down her face but she pushed them back, she couldn't cry now, not at school in front of people. Entering the classroom, she found a seat at the back and kept her head down, they were taking a chemistry test this morning. Looking down at the test laid out in front of her she groaned, taking a test was the last thing she wanted to do.
The full moon was tonight which meant all her senses were heightened as well as her emotions. Glancing to her right she saw Allison near the front of the class, she kept turning to look at her but Crystal kept her focus on the floor. A buzzing could be heard around her, not the same as her phone but an actual buzzing sound. She glanced around until her eyes focused on a fly which seemed to have taken an interest to landing on her desk repeatedly. The sound seemed to drown out the other student's heartbeats as she let out a deep sigh. Keep calm, she just had to keep calm and get through the day. Her eyes focused on the fly; once again it landed on her desk. Her eyes narrowed and soon a loud bang erupted in the room, making everyone jump. At least the buzzing sound had stopped.
"Miss Price?" Mr. Harris asked, shocked at her outburst. Crystal looked up and found all eyes on hers. Stiles was looking to her worried, Crystal looked down at the test and scribbled her name at the top before standing up. "Miss Price" Mr. Harris demanded to know what the hell she was doing. She walked to the front of the class and placed her test down, "Done" she smiled and walked out, not bothering to look back at either of her 'friends'.
It wasn't until she'd exited the class did she snap out of this daze and realize what she'd just done. She was so dead. Never had she walked out of class before. Rubbing her forehead, she groaned and continued down the hallway. Usually she had a good sense of control over her emotions during the full moon but with the recent news she no longer cared about her emotions or anything else for that matter.
It wasn't until later that she managed to finally speak with Stiles.
"Hey" she looked up to see him looking to her; she was currently sitting under an old oak tree and had been for a few hours now. She didn't feel like going to any of her classes or going home so she chose to just sit outside for a while.
"Hi" she smiled as he gestured to the grass next to her.
"This seat taken" she patted it, "Thank you" taking a seat next to her he began to pull blades of grass up from the earth and twirl them between his fingers. "So, what happened this morning?" he asked as she groaned with embarrassment.
"I lost it" she replied.
"Lost what?" he asked.
"Control. There was this fly and it kept buzzing and landing on my desk and I didn't want to take the test anyways and I have all this family stuff to deal with like the fact that there are no baby pictures of me and this..." she reached into the side pocket of her bag and pulled out the DNA results before handing them to him. Stiles unfolded the paper before skim reading it, his eyes going wide.
"You did a test?" he asked as she nodded.
"Between my Mom and me, looks like Derek was right, you all were. I'm not a Price, I'm a Hale" she sighed and felt one of her stress headaches approaching. Stiles eyes locked with hers. "And with the full moon tonight, I'm just a little on edge" she finished and pulled her knees up to her chest.
"Yeah, you're not the only one being affected by the full moon" Crystal remembered Scott, how could she forget Scott?
"Of course. How is he?" she asked as Stiles shrugged.
"I don't know. He rushed out this morning and started having a panic attack" Stiles explained.
"Seriously? Is he ok?" she asked.
"Yeah, turns out he thought he was having an asthma attack, so by thinking he was having an asthma attack and giving him his inhaler it actually stopped the panic attack" Crystal looked back to the school.
"Lydia and Allison hate me" she murmured.
"I'm sure they don't" Stiles replied as she looked to him.
"Yes they do. They're angry at me for what happened the other night" she brushed herself off before standing as Stiles did the same.
"Maybe they just need some time" she nodded.
"Maybe, I'll go talk with them" Stiles smiled. "Thanks" she turned and walked back towards the school.
Crystal couldn't find Allison but she managed to find Lydia, although she wasn't really sure how she was going to approach her.
"Lydia" Lydia turned from where she was talking with another girl. "Can we talk?" she asked as Lydia glanced to the girl before nodding.
"Sure" she said as the girl who was unknown to Crystal walked off.
"I wanted to apologies for the other night" she rubbed her hands together. "I shouldn't have left you guys like that, I thought it was for the best but I was wrong" Lydia crossed her arms and nodded.
"You're right. It wasn't the best choice. You left us" Lydia replied but then her face softened. "But you were trying to help us so I guess I can forgive you" she smiled as Crystal let out a sigh of relief, that had gone better than she'd expected. "Now that we've got that out the way, we really need to discuss this" she said and gestured with her finger to Crystal.
"This?" Crystal asked.
"What you're wearing. It's like your mourning or something. Too much black, way too much" Lydia rambled on about different colours whilst Crystal smiled. Her eyes drifted over Lydia's shoulder to Scott and Stiles who were standing up ahead. She zoned out for a moment as she listened in on what they were talking about.
"Can you pick up on stuff like, I don't know, desire?" Stiles asked Scott. Scott seemed a little confused about what he meant.
"What do you mean desire?" Scott asked.
"Like Sexual Desire?" was Stiles really asking if Scott could feel when someone was lusting after someone else?
"Sexual Desire?" Scott really wasn't getting this was he.
"Yeah, sexual desire. Lust, passion, arousal" Stiles rolled the 'r' as Crystal smiled and looked back to Lydia but still listening to what they were discussing.
"From Lydia?" her body seemed to go ridged as she kept her focus on Lydia who was still explaining the different between a navy blue and a royal blue to her. Stiles and Scott were obviously looking at them, or Lydia really.
"What? No, in a general, broad sense, can you determine sexual desire?" Stiles asked. Crystal felt stupid ease dropping on their conversation as she tried again to focus on Lydia. Lydia hands were gesturing to Crystal bad choice of shoes but once again she found herself zoning in on their conversation.
"Look I need to know if I have a chance with this girl, ok?" Crystal stopped listening after this as she shook her head.
"Lyd" Lydia stopped talking. "I've got to go, but you can help find me a new wardrobe when we go shopping next time" Lydia's eyes grew big and bright as she smiled.
"Oh my god, this is going to be so much fun" she giggled and clapped her hands.
"Yeah, it'll be great" she smiled. "I'll see you later" Lydia nodded as she looked to Scott and locked eyes with him. He tilted his head slightly and knew she'd heard him and Stiles talking.
"Ask her" she whispered knowing he could hear her. "He likes her right" she saw Stiles looking to her as he held up his hand and gave her a wave as she smiled to him but turned and walked down the hallway. She was kidding herself before. Stiles liked Lydia. He had and always would like Lydia, no matter what. Nothing she could say or do would change that. She felt stupid for even thinking he would like her as more than a friend. When she reached the end of the hallway she remembered that she had to speak to Scott, see how he was feeling with the full moon approaching. Turning around she headed back the way she'd come and sniffed the air, following his scent. It took her to an empty corridor as she glanced around. Where was he? Lydia's scent was nearby, or really the floral perfume she often wore.
Coming to a stop she sniffed the air once more, the scents were right here. But she couldn't see them, as she turned she caught sight of something which made her eyes go wide. What the hell? Scott was in the room with Lydia but that's not what bothered her, the fact that Lydia had her arms wrapped around Scott's neck, his hands on her waist as they were making out. She slowly backs up and turned before walking away. What the hell had she just witnessed? Scott was supposed to ask Lydia if she liked Stiles, not stick his tongue in her mouth.
Shaking her head, she continued down the hallway, everything was so screwed up right now. Scott kissing Lydia. That was the cherry on top, the last straw. She no longer cared for school right now, heading the parking lot she got into her Mustang and drove off. Turning the radio off she concentrated on the road. Heading home she need to lock herself in her room, turn the lights off and listen to some loud music.
Hours passed as she was curled up under her blanket, listening to her playlist as 'Buddy Holly' by Weezer blasted through her headphones as she sighed. Just get through tonight and she'd be her normal self tomorrow. A vibrating began in her pocket as she let out a groan before pulling her headphones off and fishing her phone from her pocket.
"Hello?" she asked.
"Hey, I need your help" Stiles said as she sat up.
"What with?" she asked.
"It's Scott. He's not himself. He's just not Scott like and I think if he's left alone he might do something he'll later regret. You're the only other werewolf who I like and I need your help. I know you have your own emotional battle going on tonight but I have no one else" she sighed before grabbing her shoes.
"I'll be at his house in ten minutes" she replied.
"Thank you, I owe you" Stiles hung up as she grabbed her jacket and slipped it on. Her Mom wasn't back yet so she left her a note saying she was doing homework at Lydia's house. The drive over she was a little tense, the full moon would rise soon, she wouldn't shift but she might be a little short fused. Pulling up outside Scott's house she saw Stiles waiting for her.
"Hey, thanks again" he said as she nodded and then noticed the large duffel bag he had with him. "Uh, supplies for tonight, kind of not sure what to expect" he said as she nodded.
"Yeah well I would say he's allowed his emotions to get the better of him, not the best idea" she walked towards the house and went to knock but Stiles pulled out a key. He unlocked the door and walked inside with her.
"Scott" a woman's voice sounded and out walked Scott's Mom, Melissa. Melissa hadn't expected to see Stiles or Crystal.
"Stiles and Crystal" he said as Crystal smiled.
"Key" Melissa said and looked to the key in Stiles hand.
"Yeah, I had one made" Stiles smiled as Crystal looked from Melissa to Stiles.
"That doesn't surprise me. Scares me, but it doesn't surprise me" Melissa said as Stiles dropped the heavy duffel bag to the floor as it let off a thud. "What's that?" she asked.
"Uh, school project" Stiles lied.
"For what?" Melissa asked and looked between the two of them.
"Chemistry" they said in union before smiling.
"Mmmm" Melissa said, not buying it. Crystal looked around the room.
"Uh, may I use your bathroom?" she asked as Melissa nodded.
"Yeah, it's right upstairs. First door on the right" she pointed out as Crystal nodded.
"Thank you, Mrs. McCall" she excused herself for heading up the stairs and into the bathroom. She stood in front of the mirror and sighed, heat travelled throughout her body as she gripped onto the side of the sink. She should be curled up under her blanket right now, not here but Stiles needed her help. Staring at her reflection she closed her eyes and opened them to see her bright amber eyes looking back at her. "Control yourself" she stepped back and covered her face with her hands. "Control" she repeated it over and over again. A knock made her gasp, she needed to calm down.
"Crys?" Stiles asked and knocked again. "You ok?" he asked as she took her hands away, her eyes had returned to their normal colour.
"Fine" she called out and unlocked the door before stepping out. "So what do we do first?" she asked as he smiled and led the way to Scott's room. Stiles opened the door and flicked on the light before letting out a yelp of surprise.
"God" he gasped as Crystal walked into the room to see Scott sitting in an armchair in the corner. "You scared the hell out of me" Stiles said and pushed the bag further into the room. "Your Mom said you weren't home" Scott didn't seem to be himself, Crystal could tell that just by looking at him. His face was bitter as his eyes followed Stiles around the room, almost like he was hunting him.
"I came through the window" Scott replied back, lacking any emotions.
"That's nice" Stiles said. "Crystals here too" he said as Scott's eyes shot over to Crystal standing in the doorway.
"Hey, Scott" she smiled and have a small wave.
"Why?" Scott snapped to Stiles.
"Just to see how you're doing, you know because of the full moon" Stiles explained as Scott now looked to Crystal, his eyes roamed over her body. She felt a little uncomfortable under his stare as she crossed her arms. "Anyways, let's get this set up. I'll show you what I bought" Stiles knelt down next to the duffle bag and unzipped it. Crystal stepped forward as she took a seat on Scott's bed, his eyes still on her.
"I'm fine" his voice was a little disturbing, it sent chills down Crystal's body as his eyes drifted from her to Stiles. "I'm just going to lock the door and go to bed early tonight" Scott explained but Crystal knew something more was going on; this wasn't the normal Scott.
"You sure about that?" Stiles asked as his eyes flicked to Crystal who shook her head slightly to signal they couldn't leave him alone. "Because you've got this kind of serial killer look going on in your eyes, and I'm hoping it's the full moon taking effect, cause it's really starting to freak me out" Stiles stuttered as he looked to his best friend.
"I'm fine. You should go" his eyes moved to look at Crystal. "You too" he snapped as Crystal nodded and stood up.
"Fine by me, I have better things to do" Scott gripped the side of the armchair and glared to her. Stiles looked from Scott to Crystal as she stood next to him, her fists clenched.
"Uh, well yeah we'll leave but first, would you at least look in the bag and see what I bought? You know, maybe you use it, maybe you don't. Sound good?" Stiles asked as Scott looked at both of them before slowly standing up. Stiles backed up as Crystal stood next to him, if Scott tried anything she'd knock him back. Scott knelt down and reached into the bag; pulling chains out as he studied them quietly before glaring up at them.
"You think I'm going to let you put these on and chain me up like a dog?" Scott hissed to Stiles. Stiles knelt down and sighed.
"Actually, no" he didn't give Scott a chance to speak as he grabbed his wrist and flung himself at the wall. Crystal stepped back confused as Stiles managed to push himself back and away from Scott.
"What the hell are you doing?" Scott snapped as he looked down to the handcuffs chaining him to the radiator. He glared daggers at Stiles before trying to grasp at him with his free hand but Crystal pulled Stiles back and up off his feet.
"Stop!" she shouted as Scott looked to her. "You're not you right now, Scott. The best thing to do is to wait this out" she explained.
"Why are you doing this?" Scott asked Stiles.
"Protecting you from yourself and giving you some payback" Crystal looked to him puzzled as to what payback Scott owed Stiles, "For making out with Lydia" her eyes went wide. How did Stiles know that?
Crystal was lying on Scott's bed with her eyes closed. She was trying to remain calm and concentrate and keeping her emotions in check. A clanking noise could be heard on the other side of the room.
"Scott, stop it" she opened her eyes; he was starting to annoy her. This only seemed to fuel him more as he continued to pull on the handcuffs. Pushing herself up with a huff she looked over to him as he smiled, he was doing it on purpose. "Your beginning to annoy me, now stop before I have to knock you out" she threatened.
"Knock who out?" Stiles asked as he entered. He looked from Scott to Crystal as she shook her head.
"Doesn't matter" she crossed her arms and perched on the side of the bed.
"I got you something to drink" he said to Scott and held up a bottle of water as well as a dog bowl before filling it and sliding it towards Scott who looked at it with utter disgust. Really, more dog jokes. Stiles turned and started making his way towards Crystal when the dog bowl hit him in the back.
"I'm going to kill you!" Scott shouted to Stiles. Crystal stood up as she grumbled, "I'll going to get some water, from a glass" she eyed Stiles before leaving the room. Downstairs she could hear Stiles shouting at Scott, mostly about Scott having kissed Lydia. Leaning against the kitchen counter she rubbed her temples, her headache was like a tiny person was hitting her brain with a hammer.
"She would have done anything I wanted. Anything!" she felt Scott's voice radiating from upstairs as she sighed. Walking back up she rounded the corner to see Stiles sitting on the floor outside of Scott's room.
"Hey" Stiles turned his head and rubbed his hands together. "You ok?" she asked as he nodded slowly.
"Why didn't you tell me about Lydia and Scott?" he asked.
"What?" she leant against the wall.
"You saw them right, earlier and you never told me at the time" she groaned.
"Stiles, I was in shock over seeing them together. I didn't know how to tell..." but he cut her off.
"You're my friend right?" Crystal looked to her feet as she felt the lump rising in her throat. Yes, she was just a 'Friend' to him.
"Yeah, I'm your friend. I should have told you about Scott and Lydia. But you know what, you should have told me about Derek being my brother. You're a hypocrite Stiles. Angry at me over some imaginary bond you and Lydia must share" she shouted as she heard a chuckle come from Scott's room. Stiles looked to her before nodding and biting his lip.
"Well I guess you've said everything you can" he said as she nodded.
"Yeah. I guess I have" she turned and stomped down the stairs, letting the door slam behind her. How stupid was she? She knew coming here would be the wrong thing to do. Driving home she felt the rage building up inside of her, it was going to make her explode. She felt the steering wheel creak under her grip but ignored it, hoping to get home and just go to bed. That would be the last time she let anyone walk over her, make her feel like she was continuously the one in the wrong.
Arriving at home she walked into the house and slammed the door. "Hey!" she stopped dead when she heard her Mom's voice from the kitchen. "What's up?" she entered the kitchen and looked to her Mom who was busy helping herself to a glass of wine.
"Nothing" she said as her hands clenched.
"Well something must be up" her Mom lent against the counter as Crystal felt the anger boiling to the surface.
"Yes actually" she breathed heavily as her hands went to her jacket pocket; unzipping it she pulled out the folded DNA results and held it up. "Know what this is?" she asked as her Mom looked confused and shrugged.
"No, what?" she asked with a smile.
"This is me and you" she opened the piece of paper and slammed it down on the counter. "Tell me what you see" she thrust the piece of paper at her Mom before stepping back. Her Mom picked up the piece of paper as she read through it, her eyes going wide.
"What's this?" she asked with a nervous laugh.
"You know what this is Mom, or whoever you are" her Mom slowly folded the piece of paper and placed it back on the counter.
"Crystal, sweetie" she sighed and brushed her hair from her face.
"Don't you 'sweetie' me, alright. I know what this is. Does the name Derek Hale mean anything to you, Mom?" she asked as her Mom opened and closed her mouth. "Yeah well he told me that I'm his sister. But how can I possibly be his sister if you're my Mom right!" her voice was increasing in volume at the end.
"Crystal, we were going to tell you" Crystal lashed out and sent the fruit bowl flying across the counter before it smashed on the floor. Her Mom let out a gasp and jumped back.
"No you weren't. You were never going to tell me. Never!" she screamed as the rage was becoming too much. "I need to go" she turned and walked up the stairs.
"Go?" her Mom asked as she followed her upstairs.
"Yes, Go. Leave. Fly the nest. Understand?" she shoved her door open before grabbing a duffel bag. Stuffing it with clothes her Mom stood in the doorway.
"No, we need to talk alright. Please, let me explain baby. It's just... we didn't know how to tell you" her Mom was crying at this point as Crystal looked to her.
"Then why didn't you tell me Mom?" she asked as tears spilled down her face too.
"Because of this, I didn't want to lose you. You're my little girl. We need to talk about this. Please" Crystal looked to her Mom as she slowly nodded.
"Fine. Just leave me alone" her Mom nodded as she backed out the room, closing it behind her. Crystal pushed the bag from her bed before climbing under her blanket and burying her face into her pillow, letting off a scream as it became muffled. She prayed for morning, prayed for everything to return to normal. Now her Mom knew that she knew the truth, Crystal would have to talk with her in the morning. Right now she was clutching her stomach and humming to herself, waiting for her body to finally give in so she could fall asleep.
A/N: So a little long. I got carried away but I wanted to get a lot of stuff written down. Really hope you enjoyed it, if you have any questions then ask away.
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