The familiar smell of rot and rusting metal didn't really bother Theo, even when it got overpowering when he finally caught sight of them: The Dread Doctors.
Theo confidently walked into their makeshift workshop, but kept his distance. The sound of drilling and muffled screaming made him frown, but not flinch. The three Doctors were aware of his presence, but only one of them turned. Its mask faltered and regrouped as it always did. Theo felt no fear as its hollow glass eyes peered into his soul.
"You know something, don't you?" Theo demanded, his voice loud enough to be heard over the sound of their working. They were hovering over a table with a young girl strewn across it. Theo recognized her when another Doctor turned to look at him, and he got a glimpse of her sweat stained face. Stacey McLennon.
"If you don't, that's bad news for you, because she's learning more every day," Theo taunted, trying to stir a response out of his soulless colleagues. "Rebecca Virk is a massive adversary whether you admit it or not."
"An inconvenience," the Doctor with the spectacle contraption over its one eye uttered. It's voice was mutated by radio static and sounded like it came from everywhere around them and nowhere simultaneously. Just the sound of it normally sent people running, but Theo just became more vexed at their words.
"You think she's inconvenient? So you do know something I don't!" Theo accused. The two Doctors watched his miniature temper tantrum cooly while the other kept on drilling something into Stacey. "Don't you dare try and keep me in the dark again. You wouldn't tell me what the Otsuka's were, and now look where it's gotten you! I even helped Rebecca myself get the files and figure out your pattern. Tell me what she is."
The way the Doctors let the room sink into an uncomfortable pause that lasted quite a few moments made Theo take in a deep breath. He needed to get a hold of himself before they became hostile.
"Is she human? Am I just imagining things?" Theo asked, his voice considerably lighter.
"Unknown Positive," the Dread Doctor who was drilling said. It never looked away from the McLennon girl, even when she let out yet another piercing scream as sparks flew from her body. Her back arched, but the Doctor with the spectacle simply readjusted a filthy looking rag back over her face, and her movements stilled almost instantly.
"So you don't know what she is either," Theo stated, his mood dipping dangerously. He ran his fingers through his hair in frustration and looked at a large container filled with a frothing greenish liquid. It was massive, and the bubbles churning within it popped and reformed rather grotesquely. When he brought his gaze back to the Doctors, they weren't looking at him anymore. "So how are we going to figure out what she is? I'm able to take her down if I need to get information, but she is strong, and it'd help to at least have a clue."
"Stay away from the Unknown Positive," the first Doctor warned. It glitched and suddenly was a few paces away from the table, and closer to him. Theo took a fearful step backwards. "We shall proceed until Condition Not Terminal."
"What are you going to do, then?" Theo inquired. Suddenly, an idea formed. "Oh, I get it. You're just going to get her out of the way, then it'll be easier to get your not terminal thing. Okay."
The Doctor simply turned its back and returned working on Stacey, inserting injections of strange liquid into her limp body. Theo looked away, crossing his arms.
"When are you going to stop doing this?" Theo had to ask, as the Doctors turned the drill back on.
"Until Condition Not Terminal," one of them responded without missing a beat. Theo nodded sardonically, murmuring curses under his breath that the Doctors chose to ignore.
"Just stay away from the ones I told you about; Gus, Kamilla, and Ren. Believe it or not I have plans for them," Theo said, raising his voice to make sure he had the last word. He watched them poke and prod Stacey, and remembered Rebecca's insistency and how she was determined to save her. How she was probably fast asleep on his bed ... the moonlight through his window probably illuminating her tan skin ...
Theo was snapped out of his reverie when the Doctor with the spectacle turned suddenly, speaking directly to him.
"Do not touch Unknown Positive," it said. Theo swallowed, wondering if they had somehow known that he was thinking about Rebecca. It continued: "The newest specimen will test the Unknown Positive."
Theo glanced at Stacey. Is that why they were taking extra precaution to create the McLennon girl? Because they were hardwiring her to destroy Rebecca Virk?
Theo simply turned and started his ascent up a set of disgusting stairs covered in polluted water and sprinkled with piles of ... something that gave off an awful scent. The Doctors turned around, smothering Stacey when she tried to wake, and continued their experiment.
Rebecca woke up with a jolt, her head snapping up painfully. Her heart was thumping rapidly. She groaned, disoriented. She laid back down on the pillow, placing her hand in front of her face, and digging her fingernails slightly into the fabric. Her eyes remained open, however.
Her index finger rubbed the fabric of the pillow as she realized where she was. Theo's house. She fell asleep. What time was it?
Rebecca hefted herself up blearily, sighing and scanning the still dark room for some sort of clock. The red numbers that she found on Theo's alarm read "5:16".
Rebecca didn't bother laying back down, instead she sat up. She felt her heart just beginning to slow down. She used her fingertips to try and clear her eyes of any remaining sleep. She knew she wouldn't be able to descend into unconsciousness even if she tried, because people who she would rather not see would be waiting for her there.
That nightmare, however, consisted of Connor's harsh words echoing around her skull:
"You used me. You knew I had feelings for you and you manipulated me into being clueless about what you were doing."
In her dream she was back beside the fast flowing river. She could feel the thrum and rush of it beneath her shoes as she stood at the edge, ready to take a step. When she finally gave into the pull of death and guilt, the water spun closer and closer. She could almost smell the dirt and wet rocks ready to catch her ...
Rebecca's breath caught in her throat, and she let out a strangled gasp. She allowed herself a shaky moment to catch her breath before yanking off the covers and landing on Theo's floor with a slightly muted whump. She froze when she heard a smothered grunt from a few feet in front of her.
Squinting, Rebecca caught the movement of Theo removing his face from where it was buried in his arms. He looked up at her blearily, rubbing his obviously aching muscles from sleeping on his chair instead of a proper bed. Guilt washed through Rebecca as her fingers curled together, forming loose fists in embarrassment.
"Oh my god, did you sleep there?" Rebecca asked, swallowing hard as her dry tongue made her words come out choppily. Theo rose to his feet as Rebecca covered her mouth with her hand in horror. Her words were now even harder to hear. "You could have kicked me out if you wanted! I can't believe I stayed the entire night, oh my goodness..."
"It's alright," Theo assured. His voice was husky and deeper than normal, and Rebecca was so startled by the sound of it she shuffled backwards a bit. He sounded as if he was going to change into a werewolf any second, but in reality, he was just still tired. "At least you didn't snore."
Rebecca tried to laugh, but it came out week and halfhearted. She looked at the clock again. Five minutes had went by. Why did she have this tingling feeling at the back of her mind ...
Rebecca suddenly gasped audibly, and Theo flinched, his morning reflexes slower than usual. Still, he managed to outstretch a hand to make sure Rebecca wasn't in any harm. His fingers encircled themselves around her bare forearm as he managed to sputter; "W-What's wrong?"
"We have school today! Oh my god, my mom is going to kill me!" Rebecca exclaimed, making Theo sigh and remove his hand. He was tempted to laugh at her fear and dismay, but decided against it.
"Yeah, I know we do. It's alright, we have plenty of time to get ready," Theo said calmly. Too calmly. Rebecca felt blush rise to her cheeks when she realized that Theo must have been in this sort of situation before ... probably with less clothes involved ...
"Is something wrong?" Theo asked. Goddamnit, he heard her heart speed up suddenly as she imagined him waking up the morning after with some other girl.
"I've just ... never been in this sort of situation before," Rebecca muttered. Theo nodded in the near darkness, suddenly realizing what she was insinuating. He had to admit, their interaction was awkward enough for an onlooker to assume that last night they had had sex.
"Right. You're mom's a cop," Theo tried to justify. He forced himself from any thought pertaining to sex ... and more importantly, any images of Rebecca that such thoughts would conjure. "Well, if you want, you can have a shower or something and I'll make breakfast."
Oh my god, did he think that was helping? Rebecca thought, hoping he couldn't see her eyes widen. She needed to get her head out of the gutter - and fast. "Okay. I'll ... see you in a bit."
Rebecca hurried over to the washroom and practically dove inside. After she closed the door, Theo smiled freely, shaking his head while making his way to the door. Rebecca, however, had a permanent expression of terror plastered on her face.
Getting into the shower was great - the hot water tried to lull her back to sleep, but she resisted the urge to press her face against the tiled wall and collect some well earned rest. She stepped out, and managed to find a clean towel in the cupboard she noticed when she first went into the washroom last night.
After she dried herself well enough, she looked down at her pile of dirty clothes, horrified.
She didn't have anything to change into.
Rebecca picked up her outfit sadly, knowing that there was no way anyone could force her back into that small little dress. Yesterday she had been prepared - and dry. Not to mention she had the initiative to put effort into her appearance, but right then she just wanted to make an appearance.
There was also no way in hell, heaven, or anything in between Rebecca would go down and greet Theo in nothing but a towel.
Rebecca smacked her forehead with her hand, trying to propel images from entering her mind. Theo in a towel ...
Fortunately it was promptly replaced by the stern look of her mother in Rebecca's mind's eye. Myriam was joined by Ren, and they silently judged her. The mental image made her take a deep breath in, then out.
Rebecca, get a hold of yourself, damnit, Ren and her mom seemed to say. Theo is a shady character. You haven't even met his parents yet!
Rebecca physically nodded to herself, catching the eye of her reflection. She leaned in, staring at the image of herself in the mirror defiantly. She touched the mirror, making a small fingerprint shape on the clouded glass.
"You're not ten years old anymore," Rebecca stated firmly to herself. "He's shady. Theo Raeken is shady. You will not think about him like that ... and you will find yourself something to wear!
Rebecca hesitantly opened the bathroom door, peering out, and sighing in relief upon seeing no one. Theo must have still been downstairs.
Rebecca clung to the wood of the door with one hand, her head craning to see if she could find anything to slip into. Her eyes settled on a possible shirt left at the bottom of the bed. It was the one he was wearing the day before.
Rebecca looked back forlornly at her clothes. There was always another option ...
Enough, Rebecca demanded, stepping into the room. It wasn't because she liked the thought of wearing Theo's clothes, it was because she was being practical - his clothes would fit her comfortably. That was it ... right?
While clinging the towel closer to her shivering body, she snatched the shirt off the bed, inspecting it carefully. After a quick once over, Rebecca shrugged then dropped the towel, throwing the shirt over her head quickly; it would have to do.
If Theo didn't approve, then he would just have to suck it, Rebecca decided as she gathered up her hair and spun it around in the towel. She wrapped the cloth around her head until she had a nice towel crown, as she always called them.
She was about to head for the door, but paused. Maybe she should put on some underwear ... just in case.
Rebecca stepped into Theo's kitchen, blinking as she watched Theo place some freshly made french toast on the table. Good God, this boy went all or nothing. Though Rebecca had to admit, it smelt - and looked - delicious.
She dared to take another step, knowing that with Theo's superior hearing, he had known she was behind him. He turned around, ready to say something, but the words came to an abrupt halt in his throat.
His mouth was slightly ajar while his eyes roamed her scarcely dressed figure quickly before snapping back to her face. Rebecca felt the blush entering her cheeks as she tried to decipher whether his reaction was good or bad.
"Sorry, all my clothes were dirty," Rebecca shrugged, looking down at herself shamefully. He shook his head, secretly extremely pleased.
"No it's all good. But if I had known you needed a shirt, I would have given you a clean one," Theo reassured as Rebecca played with the hem of the shirt.
"Ah, I don't mind," Rebecca waved her hand, trying to hard be nonchalant. "People say blue is a good colour on me anyways."
Theo smirked, cocking his head to the side slightly, but he turned away from her to hide the expression. He grabbed some syrup and placed it on the table.
"I hope you don't mind french toast," Theo said, breaking the moment of silence as he sat down across from Rebecca.
"No, I love it, actually. I just can't believe you made all this." Rebecca gestured to the small stack on a separate plate than the one in front of her.
"Ah, I do it all the time," Theo shrugged. Rebecca couldn't tell if he was lying or not ... there were so many weird things about him. She wouldn't be surprised if he had a pet crocodile or something in his basement.
She served herself a slice of french toast, but she ate it halfheartedly. It had been years since her mom had had any time to make her breakfast. Rebecca felt a stab of guilt just thinking about her mom.
Yet it wasn't just that ... it was the fact that Theo let the room fill with silence. Why? Were his parents sleeping? Why hadn't he offered an explanation about their absence?
"Can I ask you something?" Rebecca broke the silence, her voice loud in the quiet house. Theo had a forkful of toast in his mouth, so he just nodded. He had been waiting for her to speak - to say something. "Where are your parents?"
"They're asleep," Theo answered simply. Rebecca nodded, at least ten sarcastic quips racing around her mind before she decided to stay civil.
"Are they pretty relaxed about you having girls randomly sleep over?"
"Yeah, they don't care. They just don't want me to burn the house down or something," Theo replied. "I mean, I didn't tell them you were sleeping over because I didn't know, but whatever happens, happens, I guess."
Rebecca twirled her fork in her hand before stabbing a piece of french toast. "Yeah, sorry about that."
"It's okay, really," Theo laughed. Rebecca didn't know if the silence was awkward or if her skin was prickling because she was cold, but either way Rebecca took an unnecessarily big bite of toast.
Theo seemed so relaxed it made Rebecca's shoulders tense. One thing she for certain knew about Theo Raeken was that he wasn't stupid. How could he just unwind with her so casually after all that had happened? After all of the shady stuff he had done? After he had slipped into everyone's inner circle so quickly? It was too early in the morning for Rebecca to compose herself properly.
After she swallowed, she dropped her fork beside her plate, all of her self control gone. Theo blinked and looked at her face that was etched with a mixture between anger and confusion.
"Why do you like my friends so much?" Rebecca demanded. Her voice cut through any veil of friendliness she had tried to place around them. Maybe she was making a mistake and erasing any of the trust Theo had placed in her, but maybe she was calling him out, and Ren was right all along.
Theo's head shook slightly, rattled by her tone and scathing words. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, why did you beeline to Kamilla? Why are you trying to butter up Ren? Why are you getting so close to Gus? Why them?" Rebecca explained. She couldn't help the ferocity from showing in her gaze, as she got carried away by it all.
"You mean why am I trying to get close with some of the most powerful supernatural beings in this town?" Theo corrected. He sounded disbelieving, as if Rebecca's emotions were incredulous.
"Yeah," Rebecca said, her attention never deviating from Theo for even a millisecond. If he seemed nervous in the slightest, she wanted to know. Yet by the way he released a breath of air and pushed his plate forward, he displayed nothing but fatigue.
"Well, it's good to know you still don't trust me," Theo stated, bitterness in his voice. Rebecca clenched her jaw slightly, refusing to be swayed. "You really want to know? Fine. It's because they're supernatural. I'm supernatural. This is how it's supposed to be - people like me and them are supposed to stick together."
"Why?" Rebecca urged, feeling as if she was interrogating a criminal. "You can look after yourself just fine."
Theo's eyes squinted ever so slightly at her assumptions. "It's not because I want to protect myself, Rebecca. It's because I've ... I've never really been around so many people like me before."
Rebecca stayed quiet, watching his every small movement, waiting for him to slip up, but there was nothing so far. She chewed the inside of her lip and let him continue.
"Before I was, you know, bitten, I was normal. I was good at school, had a lot of friends, and I loved skateboarding. I was completely average," Theo stressed. There was a glint of pain in his eyes that Rebecca couldn't ignore no matter how hard she tried.
"And then one night I was practicing some tricks with my new skateboard in a neighbour's empty pool, and I fell down - hard. I didn't even notice the board hadn't come back down until I saw this massive figure looking down at me," Theo explained. Rebecca could hardly see Theo being scared of anything, but at the quavering in his voice, it was obvious he had been terrified that night. "It was so fast I didn't have time to react. It bit me."
Theo paused, and Rebecca found herself focusing on his hand that was draped over the edge of the table. She couldn't meet his eyes.
"Then what?" Rebecca asked blandly.
"Then I freaked out for a few days before I overheard something about any type of werewolves. Except the only thing I discovered was that the alpha that bit me was killed by two of its betas - they were twins," Theo retold. "This all happened before my first full moon. I've been an omega ever since."
Rebecca stared at the table as Theo retracted his hand. The pause wasn't welcoming, and Rebecca felt too ashamed to offer any words of condolence.
"Honestly the only reason my parents decided to move here is because they want what's best for me," Theo said. His voice was soft, as if he was asking her to meet his gaze, but she couldn't. Rebecca felt a hollow feeling overcoming her. "A while ago we caught wind of some supernatural stuff happening and we wanted to check it out. And I don't know if you want to hear this, but I'm glad I did."
Rebecca pursed her mouth together as a response. She shifted her weight from one side of the chair to the other. Everything in her mind was screaming at her to look up, but she couldn't. Her eyes were beginning to burn with the effort to seem neutral.
"Rebecca, all I want is a pack that I can belong in," Theo confessed. "I don't want to be an omega anymore. Omegas don't survive long on their own."
"I know what you mean," Rebecca said suddenly, and the entire room seemed to hold its breath. She looked up at his eyes, and she saw clearly that he was was startled to find such empathy. "To be alone. I know what it's like."
Theo nodded, looking away from her intense eyes for only a second before meeting them again. "Your dad?"
Her mouth twitched for a second, as if she was compressing screams of horror and anguish. She relaxed her shoulders, but her voice was curt: "Yeah. Sort of."
Theo didn't know whether to linger in the moment or not, so Rebecca decided to just move on with or without him.
"Okay, well, it was nice of you to make me breakfast," Rebecca thanked Theo, who nodded in reply. "But we got to get to school and I can't wear this, so ..."
Rebecca tugged at the collar of Theo's shirt, and he chewed his lip while bobbing his head in agreement. "Yeah, I agree. Though I could lend you some clean stuff if you needed it?"
"Nah, I'm going to call Kamilla. Then I can take a detour at her house on my way to school," Rebecca said, standing up and taking her and Theo's plate over to the kitchen sink. He watched her go, trying to distract himself with anything but the view she was showing. "We're practically the same size clothes-wise."
"Is she gonna get here in time?" Theo asked, tidying up as well while glancing at the clock on the stove.
"Yeah, she's always up really early in the mornings," Rebecca explained. Theo hesitated before glancing over at her.
"You know a lot about her," Theo said casually, but there was an underlying question in his voice.
"Kamilla's one of my oldest friends," Rebecca responded, her tone sharp, as if to cut through any suspicion of her devotion to the blond werewolf. "Me and her were together before Ren's family moved here." Rebecca paused, then turned to Theo to add emphasis to her words: "And yeah, we were friends before she was a werewolf."
Theo sighed, changing tactics to avoid another argument. "I know, she told me."
Rebecca could tell Theo was still curious, but she was glad he learned when to not cross the line. Talking about Kamilla's past? A huge no-no. If Kamilla didn't tell him, she sure as hell wasn't opening her mouth.
"I'll go call her," Rebecca said, leaving the room. She didn't even realize it, but she was slipping up more and more around Theo. If she hadn't known about the supernatural, how could she have known when Kamilla had turned into a werewolf?
Even though Rebecca didn't notice, Theo sure did.
"You sure you and Theo didn't get down and dirty while you slept over at his house?" Kamilla asked again, sounding unconvinced. She was leaning up against the tiled wall of the girls bathroom, ten minutes before classes started for the day.
"I'm absolutely sure," Rebecca replied, exasperated at her friend's persistence. "We just talked over a bunch of stuff."
"And when are you going to spill the beans about all of this wondrous 'stuff' you talked about?" Kamilla pressed, checking her phone as Rebecca emerged from a stall and moved to the sink.
"During lunch," Rebecca decided, washing her hands. Kamilla kicked off the wall to grab Theo's clothes Rebecca had worn to pick her up and drive them to school. Rebecca sported currently Kamilla's old skinny jeans, and an ACDC t-shirt. "I'll tell Ren to meet us in the library, then me and Theo will tell you guys everything, I promise."
"Okay, but I gotta ask," Kamilla inquired, watching Rebecca dry her hands on the paper towels. "How did the breaking and entering go? Was your mom mad?"
Rebecca paused, keeping her back to Kamilla. The werewolf's large curls bounced as she tilted her head in concern.
"Rebecca! Oh no, you didn't tell you mom?" Rebecca turned to face her friend sheepishly. "Dude, she is going to skin you alive! Where are the files?"
"Yeah, I know," Rebecca sighed. "But I couldn't face her. The files are in my locker, I made sure to grab them before I left. I'll go home and try not to die after school."
"My prayers are with you, my friend," Kamilla scoffed, shaking her head while flinging her arm around Rebecca's shoulder.
Rebecca smiled slightly at her friend's awed and impressed expression. Then she elbowed her in the chest and rolled her eyes.
To say Myriam was angry was an understatement.
Rebecca walked into her house and took two steps before noticing her mom sitting on the couch, her hands folded together on her lap. Mrs Virk had been waiting for her daughter to come home.
Rebecca uneasily stood, waiting for her mom to direct her what to do. Her eyes flit nervously to the gun on the end table, right next to her mom. Normally Rebecca would know that Myriam would never threaten her daughter with a gun, but the fury in her mom's eyes made Rebecca second guess everything.
"Sit down," Myriam demanded, gesturing to an armchair across from her. Rebecca lowered her chin, making sure to keep her movements minimal as she did the walk of shame to the chair. Mrs Virk's eyes were filled with such fury, Rebecca thought her mom's hair might erupt into flames any second.
"Where did you sleep last night?" Myriam asked, keeping her voice calm. "Because it sure as hell wasn't in this house."
Rebecca took a deep breath before replying, making sure her tone was quiet and respectful. "At Theo's house."
"Theo Raeken's house?" Myriam's voice was suddenly extremely loud, and Rebecca flinched. "The boy who I specifically told you to stay away from?"
Rebecca nodded, her eyes on the ground. Mrs Virk was sitting up straight now, leaning forward, her eyes wide so her daughter couldn't miss the disappointment in them.
"So last night, you stole my extra keys, ran to my office, stole my police files, and gave them to Theo Raeken?" Myriam said. "Well? Is that right?"
"Yes," Rebecca admitted, sounding two feet tall.
Myriam paused for a second, before continuing her interrogation. "Where are the files, Rebecca?"
"In my car," Rebecca answered. She knew lying was the stupidest thing she could do at that moment.
"You do know that what you've done can earn you about two years in prison?" Myriam asked. Of course Rebecca knew, that's why she licked her lips and blinked back the fear that made her want to fidget. "Huh, Rebecca? You do know that you can have a permanent record for this? That you won't graduate high school with your friends because you decided to break the law?"
"Yes," Rebecca said, her voice cracking. She was terrified. Was her mom going to arrest her for this? After what she's done, there was no argument against her not deserving such a punishment.
"Then why did you do it?" Myriam grilled her daughter, her voice harsh. She wasn't taking the situation lightly, and they both knew that neither was Rebecca.
Rebecca swallowed, the words she was about to say sounding immature. Why didn't she notice that the idea was this stupid when she first thought about it? "I can't just stand by and let another person get murdered."
"Oh, and you think I do?" Myriam accused, disbelief in her voice. "You think I don't hate that there's another innocent girl probably being tortured? Do you think I don't want to find these sick Dread Doctors that are murdering kids?"
Rebecca shook her head and swallowed.
"Then why did you take it upon yourself to try and figure it out?" Myriam demanded.
Rebecca's eyelashes fluttered as she swallowed her emotions. The tears she cried over Travis and Omar and Connor and Stacey were threatening to resurface.
"Answer me, Rebecca!" Myriam yelled. Her voice wobbled. She was too emotional to sound furious anymore. "Tell me, because you're going to get hurt - hell, you already have."
Rebecca sighed, but stayed silent. Myriam ran a hand over her face before spewing her emotions out through biting words she didn't mean one hundred percent. "Rebecca, this is serious! Tell me why you have to go and get yourself hurt like this! You can't just do that to yourself. You're not being brave - you're being selfish."
"It's all my fault," Rebecca whispered, dropping her chin to her neck. Myriam's rant was cut short, as she watched her daughter's shoulders tense. "It's all my fault they're dying."
Myriam stayed still for only a second. When she saw the first tear roll down Rebecca's face, she launched herself from the couch she sat upon and was kneeling before her daughter in a heartbeat.
Myriam held her daughter's face in her hand. She watched her daughter cry, absolutely horrified.
"How could you ever say that?" Myriam asked, her voice showing just how absurd that statement was.
Rebecca hiccuped as her face twisted in misery. "He said that I was like a flare. That I would bring all kinds of creatures running. He said that I was attracting them like m-moths to flame..."
Myriam's eyes widened. She knew who her daughter was talking about instantly. Her mind was brought back to that day, just a few months ago. Her own fear reflected in Rebecca's eyes.
Myriam moved so she could sit on the arm of the chair. She wrapped both of her arms around her daughter, holding Rebecca as the girl cried openly. Myriam stared at the floor, flinching as she remembered the details of that day.
"It's not your fault, Rebecca," Myriam assured her daughter, kissing the top of her head lightly. Miss Virk held Rebecca tightly, as if she were the only thing that was worth holding onto in a world that could destroy a fifteen year old girl so brutally.
A single tear leaked out of Myriam's eye, but she forced herself to swallow the sobs that rose in her throat. After all, although that day had given Myriam the fright of her life, it had done far worse to Rebecca.
"It was never, ever your fault."
Hey has anyone seen the last episode of Teen Wolf/ seen anything from 5b? Erg, Theo, man. If you would like, tell me what you thought of it.
Wow, it's been a while. My apologies for that, Writers Block + Sickness = Not much writing getting done.
Guest - You made an epic sequel to your huge review! You're not a freak! You're really kind. And as for the replying to reviews, it is the least thing I can do for all you wonderful readers! I appreciate the love and send it back twofold! Sadly, Theo is the same Theo. :/ Some more Freak Doctors this chapter, unfortunately/fortunately. I ship Stydia too! I've heard some good things about what's going to happen to them and I'm excited! Yeah, drawn out is the way to go for Theo and Becks, sadly. There's a bit of gooey stuff in this chapter, I hope you don't mind! Actually I'm not Lebanese. A friend of mine is and she told me how she hardly hears about Lebanese protagonists so I made Rebecca Lebanese for her! Ren isn't gay, but he is asexual. Don't worry about not reviewing! I'll be happy if you just read any chapters at all! Lol, a Pokémon is a really good guess! :) xoxo to you as well!
julieakaweirdo - Indeed she is! Though the more open she gets, the more sad she is as well. :(
Guest - Sorry! I am so very sorry! Take this long chapter as recompense for my absence! 3
