"Ok Bella, I want you to tell me exactly what happened the other night," Sheriff Stilinski asked.

Winter formal had gone from bad to worse. Bella had woken up in the hospital on Friday night, having been found by Coach Finstock lying unconscious in the school hallway. She was in a bed in the same room as Lydia, who had been attacked and found by Jackson.

Neither one of their parents had let either girl out of their sight in the past two days, but now Bella's concussion had subsided to the point where she was well enough to be interviewed by the Sheriff. So they were currently sitting outside Lydia's hospital room while she was taking a shower.

"Go on sweetie," her mom encouraged.

"Can you pass me my bag?" she asked her mom, who nodded and handed over her handbag.

Bella sighed as she pulled out the note she'd kept on her and handed it over to the sheriff.

"Ask about your birth parents," he read. "Where did you get this?"

"At the school that night," she looked down guiltily. "I'm sorry for not telling you. It was passed under the door by whoever locked me in that classroom."

"Derek Hale?"

"I don't think it was Derek," Bella muttered.

"Why is that?"

"This man spoke to me at Macy's the other day. I had no idea who he was but he was recommending me a dress to wear. It was weird but I didn't think much of it. But then when I was looking for Lydia the other night he was there in the corridor. It was like he was waiting for me. He asked if I'd done what he wanted, and asked about my birth parents. He said he didn't want to kill me, but it was him at the school that night. Who locked us in, I'm sure of it."

"Did you ask about your birth parents?" Stilinski asked and Bella shook her head.

"Not technically," she glanced at her parents briefly. "I did go looking through some boxes though."

"Bella," her mom chided.

"I'm sorry mom."

"You could have come to us," her mom brushed some hair behind her ear. "You shouldn't have had to do that alone."

"I wasn't alone. Isaac was with me."

"He was taking you to the formal wasn't he?" her dad asked.

"I went alone," she said bluntly.

"But I thought…"

"I went alone."

"What did you find out about your birth parents?" Stilinski asked.

"My birth mother, her name is Emelie Albright."

"And your father?"

Bella just shrugged. "It was blacked out. With a marker," she looked over at her parents who stiffened. "Did you do that?"

"We did," her dad confessed.

"Why is that?" Stilinski pressed.

"I don't want to know," Bella interrupted harshly.

"Bella…" her mom sighed.

"I've never wanted to know about them. I especially don't want to know now that some creep is interested. You can tell the Sheriff in private, but I don't want to know ok. I'm happy with the family I have, I don't want another one."

"Bella it could be healthy for you to find out about this," her mom grabbed her hand.

"Mom please," Bella begged. "I don't want to. Look," she turned back to the sheriff. "The man said he knew Emelie and he wanted to know about my father. He said he didn't want me interfering with his plan, whatever that was, and then he knocked me out," Bella finished her story, not noticing both of her parents stiffen beside her. "Look sheriff, that's what happened. I honestly care more about what happened to my sister," she said before an almighty scream echoed through the hospital.

"LYDIA!" her dad screamed as he jumped up and ran towards Lydia's room.

"Stay with the sheriff," her mom tapped Bella's hand before she ran out of the room.

"Bella, could you give me a description of the man? I swear that'll be the last question I ask you."

"I should go check on my sister."

"Bella, my concern here is that you and your sister were both attacked within the same hour. I want to interview you both to see if maybe there's a correlation."

"You think the man who attacked me attacked Lydia?" Bella asked shocked.

"It's a possibility I'm exploring."

"Ok," Bella nodded. "He was tall. Brown hair, bad hairstyle. He had a red shirt with a black coat."

"Any distinguishing features? Marks?"

"No," Bella shook her head. "I mean if you get the Macy's video camera he'll be on that?"

"Sheriff!" Melissa McCall said as she walked around the corner. "We need you now."

The sheriff noted the tone of her voice and immediately sped after her. Bella frowned in confusion before she leapt up from her seat and followed after him only to see Stiles pacing the corridor.

"Oh thank god," Stiles sighed as he saw her.

"What's going on?"

"Lydia took off."

"What do you mean took off?" Bella gasped as she grabbed onto his arm.

"I mean she was in the shower and screamed and now she's gone."

"Oh my god," Bella sobbed.

"Hey, hey, it's ok. My dad will find her."

"Oh no," Bella dropped her head into her hands.

"How would you describe her?" Stiles asked.

"What do you mean?"

"My dad can include descriptors in the APB, it'll help. How tall is she?"

"5'3"," Bella answered.

"Hazel eyes?"

"They're green," Bella shook her head. "And strawberry blonde hair," Bella said as she fell into a chair.

"Ok, ok, you stay here. I'm going to go tell my dad."

"Stiles," Bella called out, making him back up. "Thank you," she whispered.


Bella walked into school on Monday, head down. Lydia was still missing. She hadn't been able to sleep the night before and her head was killing her.

As she walked into her chemistry class she saw Isaac already sitting at their desk. She let out a low growl and sat down in her seat, pulling her chair as far away from him as possible.

"Bella…"

"I don't want to talk Isaac," she cut him off harshly.

"I just want to say sorry."

"I don't care," Bella looked over at him with a glare. "Truly, I don't. You could've called, or texted anything. Nothing. I didn't hear from you all weekend. You can go to hell Isaac."

"What happened to your head?" he asked quietly as he reached out to touch her forehead.

"Don't touch me," she flinched away and looked up at him. "I got my head bashed into the lockers at the formal by some psycho, and now my sister is missing. Seriously Isaac. Leave me alone." She cast her eyes back down to her textbook before subtly looking at him from the corner of her eye. She sighed, knowing she'd regret asking, but she had to. "What happened to your eye?" His eye was black.

He immediately dropped his head. "Just a lacrosse accident."

"I went to your last lacrosse training, you didn't get hurt."

"I was training at home. It's ok. It was an accident," he said as he moved a hand towards the side of his head in an attempt to cover it up.

"Was that why you bailed?" she asked and he nodded. "Because of a bruise?"

"I'm really sorry," he whispered. "It was really bad on Friday. It was swollen shut. I was in so much pain I could barely look at my phone."

Bella just looked at him. He was telling the truth. So she nodded softly and moved her chair back to its normal spot. "I'm still really angry and I don't forgive you for not calling or texting me back all weekend. But I'm sorry about your eye."

"Thank you."


"You ok?" Bella asked quietly as she walked up to Jackson.

He looked around the corridor, making sure no one was watching before he gestured his head and they walked into a classroom and shut the door.

"You had a nosebleed in the pop quiz. Are you ok?" she asked again.

"Yeah," Jackson nodded as he leaned against the wall and ran a hand down his face. "How about you? How's your head?"

"Sore," she sucked in a breath and shook her head.

"Is there an update on Lydia?"

Bella shook her head. "Mom and dad said they'd call me if they found her. I haven't heard anything yet."

"Dammit," he breathed. "I don't understand where she could have gone."

"I don't know," Bella's voice wobbled and Jackson immediately moved forward to pull her in for a hug.

"I swear to you. They're going to find her ok. They'll find her. The whole lacrosse team is going to help look for her tonight. Coach got everyone involved."


"Hello?" Bella answered her phone later that night.

"Bella! Bella," Stiles yelled excitedly.

"Stiles?" Bella questioned.

"I'm with my dad. We found her. We found her. We found Lydia."

"What?" Bella sat up in bed. "What do you mean?"

"She walked out of the woods. She's ok Bella. Lydia is ok. They're taking her to the hospital for evaluation now. My dad is calling your parents but I thought you'd want to know."

"Stiles," Bella laughed with happiness. "Thank you so much."


Bella and Lydia finally went back to school on Monday. Bella had decided to take a few days off to help her sister recover. She'd been running through the woods naked for 2 days and had no memory.

"Hey!" Allison greeted them, having been waiting for them at the front of the school.

"Allison!" Lydia bounced up to her friend and hugged her.

"How are you?"

"I'm fine I guess," she shrugged.

"How are you?" Bella asked. Kate's funeral was last week and there'd been a lot of attention on Allison's family.

"I'm getting by," Allison smiled. "You really don't remember anything though?" she asked Lydia.

"They call it a fugue state, which is basically a way of saying 'we have no idea why you can't remember running through the woods naked for two days.' But personally, I don't care," Lydia lied. "I lost nine pounds."

"Are you ready for this?" Allison asked.

"Please," Lydia scoffed. "It's not like my aunt's a serial killer," she jokingly taunted before marching through the school doors, leaving Allison temporarily stunned.

"Yeah that's a good deflection tactic but she is definitely not ok," Bella sighed before following in after her sister who had frozen as everyone turned to look at her.

"Maybe it's the nine pounds?" Allison suggested.

"Oh please, you two are both freaks. I'm the only one here who's normal," Bella laughed before she walked past the pair.


"Stiles," Bella called out as she approached the lacrosse field.

"Heyyy Bella," he ripped his helmet off as he ran away from the playing area and approached her, slipping on the way over. "I didn't see you for a couple of days."

"I just really wanted to thank you for calling me the other night," she smiled.

"Oh of course," he laughed as he leaned against the stands, his arm sliding down the pole before he quickly corrected himself.

"Well thank you. Really I was so stressed and I didn't hear from my parents until half an hour after your call so thank you so much. And I wanted to show you my appreciation. So here," she smiled, holding out a bag of cookies.

"For me?" he asked taking them.

"Yeah. Choc chip," she nodded before getting distracted by lacrosse practice. "What's wrong with McCall?" she asked. Scott was sprinting out of the goal area and knocking people to the ground.

"Umm," he stumbled for words. "He's not used to playing goal."

Bella then watched Isaac get thrown to the ground by Scott and gasped. "Oh my god Isaac!" she grabbed onto Stiles' arm. "Is he ok?"

"Why's my dad here?" Stiles wondered aloud and Bella looked over to see a team of police marching across the field. They watched as the sheriff walked up and pulled Isaac out of the group and to the side.

"Is Isaac ok?" Bella asked as Scott approached them.

"The sheriff said he needed to talk," Scott shrugged as he stood next to Stiles.

Bella just scowled at Scott. She still didn't want to be around him after he kissed her. "I'll talk to you later Stiles," she said before walking over to Jackson. "Do you know what's going on?"

Jackson shrugged. "There were cops at his house this morning."

"Why?"

"You don't want to know," he dismissed.

"Wait, where are they going?" Bella asked as she watched the sheriff march him away. "Isaac!" she yelled out, and the boy turned to look at her briefly before continuing to follow the police.


"Danny said you talked to the cops," Bella said to Jackson, making him jump as he didn't know she was behind him.

"You could announce your presence first you know. It's less creepy," he smirked.

"Jackson. What did you tell them?" she demanded.

Jackson stiffened before the truth flowed from his mouth. "I told them the truth. That Isaac's dad was kicking the crap out of him."

"What!" Bella's eyes widened in shock.

Jackson's mouth fell open. He hadn't intended to tell her that.

"Isaac's dad was hurting him? Oh my god his black eye," she realised. "Is that why you got angry when I wanted to go to his house?"

"Well I wasn't about to let you in that house when there was a risk his dad would be there," he snapped. "Isaac should have known better."

"You knew and you didn't say anything?" she asked angrily.

"Not my problem."

"Of course it is!" she yelled. "What about morals Jackson!"

"Well, I guess what I told them was enough for them to charge him with his dad's murder."

"His dad's dead?"

"Murdered, Bella. And that freak did it."

"You're disgusting," she growled at him before storming away.

"Where are you going?"

"To the station!"


"Sheriff, please, just let me see him," Bella pleaded.

"I'm sorry Bella," he shook his head. "Only family can visit."

"He has no family now, please. Just for a few minutes."

"I'm sorry Bella. He's being charged with murder, I can't bend the rules for that."

Bella noticed movement from over the sheriff's shoulder and looked over to see them moving Isaac to a different room.

"Isaac!" she yelled out.

"Bella!" he called back and he tried to move in the deputy's hold to face her.

The sheriff just rolled his eyes in frustration. He wasn't going to interfere with this small interaction.

"Bella, I swear I'm innocent," Isaac pleaded. "I didn't do this. I didn't do it," he yelled before he was locked in another room.

"Time to go, Bella," the sheriff said quietly as he touched her arm and guided her towards the door. "Look, you can come and check in tomorrow and see if there's an update but for now, I'd advise you to go home."

Bella glanced in the direction she knew Isaac was locked up in before she nodded and headed outside to her car.


Guest: Yeah, if he's the father ;), he's not winning any awards haha