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When the final bell rang Rachel went to her locker to place everything away before she went to find Isaac to get the key to the car. When she opened the locker she stood puzzled a silver and black key sat on the bottom of the locker, the key to her car. Isaac never gave her the key without a fight, but she thought for a while and figured he was really mad at her. She took the key and drove home not thinking about her brother at all, just the haunting memory of Matt. Her phone vibrated when she reached her house and she looked at the message from Stiles. She replied by telling him to call her and she placed her phone on the kitchen counter.

Making herself a little meal she retired to the livingroom and turned the TV on trying to drown out what she saw the night before. An hour and fortyfive minutes from when she got home her phone began ringing and she answered knowing exactly who it was. "We need to talk," she sighed as Stiles coughed.

"Did...did I do something?"

"No, just come to my house now," she demanded and hung up. She back on the couch feeling sick not knowing what she was doing not knowing what she was saying she just needed to talk to him. Stiles didn't give her too long a wait and she let him in with no sign of love or affection.

"What is wrong?"

"Everything ok, Stiles! Everything is Wrong." He smiled trying to calm her down and wrapped his arms around her but she pushed him away shaking her head. "Matt's dead and..."

"Tell me something I don't know," he laughed interupting her.

"Matt's dead and I witnessed it," she barked grabbing her head thinking she would never unsee what she saw.

"Rachel, I...I am so sorry," he said stepping closer but she took another step back.

"And I think that we...need some space, I'm sorry, we are not breaking up but we shouldn't..."

"Why are you saying this?" Stiles asked angrily.

"Because, what I did in the hospital may have been the stupidest thing ever," she growled as Stiles shook his head.

"Scott saved your life, twice Rachel."

"I know, but I don't know what I'm doing. You saw my brother I could be more dangerous, I could kill you."

"Rachel when you learn to control it you won't be changing twice a month."

"What? Did you say twice?" she freaked as he grabbed his head wishing he kept quiet. "Twice Stiles?"

"I know it sounds bad, but trust Scott, he is your alpha and he will train you," he said calmly grabbing her hands. She began breathing slowly, it killed her what she thought in her head but she thought it was the safest thing. She leaned in and kissed Stiles a single tear running down her cheek.

"We need a break," she whimpered as Stiles shook his head.

"No, we don't you love…"

"I know, but after what happened last night I want to pretend I have a normal life for a little. Forget about it and you only keep the memories."

"The memories are what makes you, you."

"I understand that, but Stiles I don't think I can live with this guilt right now, I could saved Matt and maybe…"

"You were thinking of helping him? After he tried killing you twice?" Stiles looked at her like she was crazy while Rachel bit her lip and nodded a little. "Are you insane, he tried to kill you!"

"I know, but what Gerard did was inhuman. I stood behind a tree and just watched and when I finally decided to help I was too late, isn't that what we are supposed to do love our enemies?" she barked as Stiles pinched his nose.

"Not when they try to kill you."

"Is that your only defense because if it is we should just stop arguing now."

"Rachel, just take a nap and when you…"

"No, everything won't be normal Stiles. I won't be a normal teenager with a normal boyfriend with normal friends or brother or whatever. I have an abnormal life and I'm ok with that, I just want to forget it for a little and pretend to be normal. Can you do that for me, please?" she asked as Stiles stood defeated his hands in his pocket.

"Fine, if you want a break, consider it a break," he sighed walking for the door, she went to stop him but stopped herself. Stiles slammed the door and Rachel felt like her whole world blew up in her face.

"What have I done?" she whispered sitting on the couch. She stared at the clock waiting for Isaac to come home to talk to her about this morning but as it grew later she grew more worried, she grabbed her phone and went to make a text but thought no one would answer her. Stiles probably already told Scott and he always sided with Stiles, Allison separated herself from everyone when her mom died and she knew Lydia wouldn't even know who her brother was. She sighed and went to her room thinking Isaac would be there in the morning.

When she woke the next morning she walked around the house and couldn't find him, the car was there from the night before and everything stayed where she left it. A week went by and she discovered Erika and Boyd always ran away and Rachel felt alone. When she came into the school she was the first in the Guidance office. Rachel sat in front of Ms. Morell a feeling of nervousness and uncomfortableness running in her veins. "You can relax you know," Ms. Morell joked as Rachel fake smiled. "Now I guess I should start with, how are you feeling? You know your brother running away and all?" Rachel sat quietly a feeling of wanting to cry ran over her.

"I don't know, I guess sad," she shrugged. "Ok honestly I really do miss him, it scares me to death to go home, no ones there and he didn't leave with good terms with me he was really mad."

"Why?" the woman prodded.

"Something I did, I maybe should of gotten his permission."

"Even if it was to save your life?"

"What?" she looked up concerned. "How do you…"

"I talked to Stiles yesterday. He told me you got really sick and you made an executive order to make yourself better without Isaac's permission."

"Right."

"He also told me you two were taking a break?"

"Yeah, my choice. If you look at all of us you can say that no one is talking to anyone."

"Why don't we talk about Matt?"

"What about him? He was insane. I almost feel bad for him."

"Well why at all?" Ms. Morell questioned leaning closer to Rachel.

"Well you know how when he was about nine he drowned in my pool? My brother…Camden and a few of his friends threw him in and I didn't do anything."

"That's not your fault."

"I didn't do anything I think that is my fault."

"You were nine there was no way…"

"So your saying standing and laughing is justifiable?"

"No, but you were doing what most kids do and were just trying to impress your older brother. It wasn't your fault you didn't do anything." Rachel sighed and eventually nodded. "You know what you should do, go to the game and relax get your mind off whatever is bothering you, maybe even break your little break," Ms. Morell smiled as Rachel laughed in agreement.

"You know what, I think you're right." Rachel stood up and shook the older woman's hand before leaving. She opened her locker and found a card sitting on the bottom. "People have got to start handing me things in person," she whispered picking the letter up.

Meet me outside the locker room before the game tonight. Cody. Rachel sighed and laughed and closed the locker giving it thought. She needed to see Stiles before the game but maybe she could get Cody to get him after he talked to her.