Hey, guys! I'm sorry for the very late update. I honestly thought I was going to take this story down because of lack of feedback, but to be honest, I love this story and these characters too much to get rid of it. So, better late than never, right? Enjoy chapter 3! And stay tuned for announcements at the end!
"Alright, guys, let's start this once more from the top!" Delilah's dance teacher, Marlene, instructed her students. She waited until everyone was in their starting positions before she started the music for the dance.
Once the tribal sounding music blasted through the speakers, Delilah crouched down from the side of the dance floor. She waited for her cue and then she ran a few feet before going into a back handspring and then a back tuck. The intense trick triggered the pain in Delilah's back, but she just slightly winched and continued to dance. No way was an injury going to stop her from dancing. But she was grateful that the flip was the hardest thing she had to do in this routine. She still made sure to take it easy so she wouldn't hurt herself even more.
After a few minutes, the nine dancers struck their final pose as the song ended. They were all breathing heavily from the intensity of the routine. But nonetheless, they felt amazing!
"Alright, guys, that went really well," Marlene complimented, "The ending is a little shaky but that's most likely because we just learned it so we can easily clean that up. I guess that's all for today. You're all dismissed. And don't forget that your costumes come in next week."
That earned happy responses from the students as they walked over to the dance bags that were lined up against the back wall. Delilah carefully sat down and peeled off her jazz shoes. Annie plopped down next to her and copied her best friend's actions.
"So," Annie said, "How did last night go?"
The memory of Delilah's date with Isaac instantly brought a smile to the brunette's face. She could already feel her cheeks heat up.
"Oh my goodness, Annie," Delilah beamed, "I don't even know where to begin! It was amazing. It may have been simple, but I couldn't have asked for a better night. Isaac is just so sweet, funny, cute… Ah, I could go on and on about him…"
Annie chuckled as she placed her jazz shoes in her dance bag. "Wow, it sounds like you really enjoyed yourself last night." The blonde took a good look at Delilah, who was looking down at her hands and still grinning like a fool. "What else happened on your date that you're not telling me?"
Delilah could hardly contain herself. "He kissed me. Like, legitimately kissed me."
"Really?" One of Annie's eyebrows rose when Delilah nodded her head. "So are you two… you know, together?"
The question stumped the brunette. Were they together now? Isaac never did talk about whether he wanted Delilah to be his girlfriend or not. Although they both made it very clear that they had feelings for each other. It was definitely something that Isaac and Delilah needed to discuss when they see each other on Monday.
"I'm not sure what we are yet," Delilah admitted, "but I think we will get together. I hope so." She sighed dreamily. "Isaac really is incredible, Annie. It makes me sad that you don't like him though. Because he's a really incredible guy."
The blonde patted her best friend's knee. "Well, if you guys do get together, he's gonna have to start growing on me." Delilah lightly shoved Annie as she laughed.
"Hey, D!" Delilah looked over to Marlene, "You wanna work on your solo for a bit?"
"Sure."
Delilah bid Annie goodbye as she pulled her dance paws out of her bag. She slipped them on her feet, pointing and flexing to stretch them out a bit. When the last couple of students left the room, Delilah stood up and continued to warm up. Marlene searched through her iPod until she found the song for Delilah's solo.
"Just let me know when you're ready, D," the pink-haired instructor said.
The brunette nodded her head and stood in the center of the room. Her back faced the large mirror on the other side of the room and her head was lowered. Marlene pressed Play on her iPod and the song "Prague" by Damien Rice started.
As she danced, Delilah let the music take over her body. Dancing felt like the only thing that she had total control over, especially when she was dancing by herself. Even though Marlene choreographed her solo, she made it so Delilah's moves fit her personality and dancing style. This was her escape from everything- her mom, Lawrence, Annie, and other things in life that makes her want to break down, which was a lot more than what she let on. She felt like she didn't have to hide her true feelings when she was at the dance studio. She poured all of her emotions into her dancing and it lifted a huge weight off of her shoulders. Even as she had to bear through the pain on her back, Delilah was the happiest when she was dancing. Well, now that Isaac was in her life, dancing was now tied for first place on the list of things that made Delilah truly smile.
At the last pluck of the guitar in the song, Delilah ended her dance. Sweat dampened on her tan skin, which made her sticky. Her chest rose up and then back down as she tried to catch her breath. Marlene paused the music and grinned at Delilah.
"Oh man, D!" Marlene gushed, "If that doesn't get you first place at the competition in a couple of weeks, I don't know what will!"
Delilah cheered to herself. They had been working their asses off to perfect the routine for months now. It was definitely something they were both really proud of. Out of all of the solos Delilah has performed, this was definitely her favorite.
"Thank god!" Delilah laughed breathlessly. She placed her hands on her knees as she took a few deep breaths.
"How do you feel?" Marlene asked.
The brunette slightly winced as she straightened up. But she quickly replaced her look of discomfort with a smile. "I feel good. Really good, actually."
"Well, you should. You've been working really hard and it definitely shows. I'm proud of you, kiddo."
This made Delilah beam proudly since she considered Marlene the older sister she never had but always wanted. "Thanks."
"Of course. Now grab some water and we'll run it a couple of more times."
When Delilah walked over to her car after dance practice, she felt her phone vibrate in the pocket of her jacket. She pulled out her phone and let out a huff of air when she saw that it was a text from Lawrence.
'Your mom's working late so you're in charge of providing dinner. Get Chinese food. Don't be late.'
With a sigh, she slipped her phone back in her pocket. The Chinese restaurant would be closed at 9 so Delilah only had a half an hour to get to the restaurant and order the food for her and Lawrence. Her curfew was at 9:30 and she really didn't want to have to deal with her stepfather when she got home. She hopped into her car and drove off to the restaurant.
Luckily, Delilah got there 15 minutes before closing time. And the line to order wasn't too long with only a few people standing in front of her. Delilah let out a sigh of relief. As she peered at the menu on the wall, from the corner of her eye she noticed a girl with blonde, messy, and curly hair and a broken out face standing behind her. She was wearing a baggy t-shirt and sweatpants that hid her figure. Delilah immediately recognized her from her chemistry class.
"Erica, right?" Delilah asked, turning to face her.
Erica flinched when Delilah spoke to her, not really used to anyone talking to her. She looked up at the brunette and slowly nodded her head. "Yeah…"
Delilah smiled and stuck out her hand at Erica's direction. "Hi! I'm Delilah. You probably don't know me, but I go to Beacon Hills High too."
The blonde looked down at Delilah's hand for a few moments before hesitantly shaking it. "Yeah, I know you. You're in Harris's class too, right?"
"Yeah, I am." Erica just nodded her head before looking back down at her feet. There was an awkward silence between the two girls. Delilah clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth a few times before she decided to speak up. "So… how was your break?"
"Huh? Oh, it was alright, I guess."
"Did you do anything fun or go anywhere?"
"Well my parents and I went out of town to visit our cousins. I don't think that's something I'd consider fun…" After a minute, Erica shook her head and turned back to Delilah. "Why are you talking to me?"
The brunette's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean?"
"It's just that… you've never spoken to me before, and I've been in the same classes as you since fifth grade. I never thought I'd be someone you'd wanna be caught dead speaking with."
This only intrigued Delilah instead of offended her like Erica thought she would've been. Delilah cocked her head to the side. "I don't really understand…"
"Excuse me, miss?"
Turning her head, Delilah realized that she was already at the front of the line. The Asian woman was patiently waiting for the teenager to place her order. With a blush, Delilah stepped up to the cash register to order her food. When she was done, she paid for the food and Delilah was given a number. She thanked the woman and sat down to wait for her number to be called.
As Delilah waited, she thought more about what Erica said. What did she mean when she said that she thought Delilah wouldn't dare be seen talking to Erica? Did she ever give off that vibe around others? She can understand how her group of friends can be like that. They always been… less accepting of those who weren't as smart or beautiful as them. However, Delilah had always considered herself to have been different than her friends. She had always though she treated everybody- regardless of whether they were in the same group or not- with respect. But maybe she hasn't been as welcoming as she thought she was. Now she felt like a terrible person.
Delilah had her chin rested on top of her hand as she waited. She looked up and saw that Erica was walking up to her. Erica sat down in the seat next to Delilah awkwardly. They were both quiet; they didn't know what to say to each other after the weird conversation they had in line. Finally, Erica sighed and faced Delilah.
"I'm really sorry," she apologized, "I didn't mean to offend you. Sometimes I tend to put my foot in my mouth without really knowing it."
"Oh, no," Delilah said, shaking her head and shifting so she was fully facing Erica, "I'm glad you said something. And if anyone should be apologizing right now, I think it should be me. Especially if I've been mean to you."
Erica shook her head. "Actually… you're the only person who's ever been nice to me."
"… Really?"
"Yeah." Erica tucked a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear. "I only said what I did because, well… okay, I'm sorry if I offend you, but the people you hang out with aren't the friendliest people. And it's funny how you have such a different personality from them."
"No, you're right. I know how they can be. I try my best to not be like that because I don't think it's fair to treat others poorly if they're a little different. My friends get annoyed by that sometimes, but I don't let it bother me."
The blonde nodded her head in understanding and started playing with her fingers. She bit on her bottom lip. "Can I ask you something?"
"Yeah, of course."
"If you don't like the way your friends act, why do you still hang out with them?"
That was a pretty good question. One that Delilah never really thought about before. Why is she still hanging out with those people? All in all, they weren't really nice. Annie disapproving of Delilah's crush on Isaac was the perfect example. He was an outcast, someone that the group is far from fond of. But Delilah, like the good soul she was, was always one to stand up for the underdogs, and her friends frowned upon it. It was frustrating, she had to admit. But why was Delilah still putting up with it?
"I don't know," the brunette admitted sadly, "I mean, I've been friends with them since elementary school. We're all part of the same clubs. I guess I'm just so used to it now."
"That makes sense," Erica agreed, "but change isn't a bad thing. Maybe that'll be good for you, you know, to meet new people."
"Yeah…" Delilah smiled at Erica, "Yeah, I think you're right." Erica smiled back, happy that she had probably just made a new friend.
Right then Delilah's number was called. She stood up and claimed her food at the counter. She then turned back to Erica with a smile.
"If you ever wanna just hang out and talk with me, come look for me at school. We can sit together at lunch or something."
Erica nodded her head. "I'd like that. I'll see you around, Delilah."
"Bye."
Delilah left the restaurant with the food in her hand. She pulled out her phone to check the time. A sigh of relief escaped her mouth when she saw that she still had over a half an hour left until her curfew. She got in her car and placed the bag on the passenger seat. Good thing that the traffic wasn't too bad. Delilah was home earlier than she thought she was going to be. Thank god.
Her eyes roamed over to Isaac's house. All of the lights were off, which meant that Isaac and his dad were either asleep or working at the graveyard. Delilah slightly frowned; she had really wanted to see Isaac, even if it was just a glimpse of him. She was now going to have to wait until Monday to see him. She grabbed the Chinese food and got out of the car. Once she was inside her house, she tossed her keys on the counter.
"Lawrence?" Delilah called out, "I-I'm home."
She heard her stepfather groan in the living room. As she set up their dinner, the sound of footsteps was heard. Lawrence walked into the kitchen wearing only sweatpants. Tattoos covered his toned torso and biceps. He rolled his head around, causing his neck to crack. Delilah took deep breaths to settle her nerves and to not let her fear show as she got the food ready.
"It's about damn time," Lawrence grumbled as he sat at the dinner table, "You're lucky you weren't late."
The brunette just nodded, afraid to say anything else. She opened the refrigerator and pulled out a beer for her stepfather. She handed Lawrence his dinner and started fixing up her own plate. No words were exchanged between the two, but Delilah wasn't sure whether she should feel relaxed or more on edge.
"So," Lawrence started, "I didn't get to see you after your thing with that Lahey kid. How did that go?"
"It was really nice," Delilah answered, "I had fun with Isaac."
"He didn't do anything he wasn't supposed to, right? He didn't only go out with you to get into your pants, did he?"
Delilah felt her face heat up at the crude question. "God, Lawrence, of course not! Isaac was a perfect gentleman."
"Don't give me that attitude, Delilah," Lawrence sneered, "It was just a question." He stabbed a piece of orange chicken with his fork and ate it.
"Sorry…" Delilah took her plate and sat across from Lawrence. Her knee started bouncing, which was something she did unintentionally when she got nervous. It irritated Lawrence to no end and he shot Delilah a harsh glare. Once she realized what she was doing, she apologized and placed her left hand on her knee so it would stop moving.
"Did you take your car?" he asked. Delilah nodded her head. "And you drove, right?"
No. Lawrence had a very strict rule about other people driving Delilah's car. Usually she was good about that but last night she decided to break that rule for Isaac. She actually forgot about that rule when she handed Isaac her keys. She didn't even want to think about what Lawrence would do if he found out. The only thing Delilah could do was play it cool like nothing happened.
"Yes," she lied smoothly, "I was the one driving."
"Are you sure?"
'Play it cool, Delilah,' she reminded herself, 'Relax and he won't suspect anything.' "Yes, I am sure."
Lawrence grabbed his beer and took a large swig of it. The whole time he was staring Delilah down. Her palms were starting to sweat so she wiped her hands on her shorts. But that didn't stop them from slightly shaking. She didn't bother to pick up her fork again. Her appetite was gone.
"You don't want to lie to me, Delilah Rose Lambert," Lawrence threatened as he set down the now empty beer bottle, "You don't want a repeat of the last time you lied, do you? And stop shaking your fucking leg."
"I'm s-sorry," Delilah stuttered, pressing her hand against her knee, "N-no. I'm not lying to you, I swear."
She watched as Lawrence pulled out his phone and searched through it. Her heart was racing erratically, like it was in a marathon and was determined to make it to the finish line. When Lawrence was done looking up whatever, he slid his phone across the table to Delilah.
"Then how do you explain that?"
Delilah's heart completely dropped at the photo on the screen. Both she and Isaac were in the car with him in the driver's seat. She felt incredibly stupid that she thought she could get away with that. What the hell was she thinking?
"Lawrence, I-"
"Save it," he snapped.
His chair skidded across the tile floor when he pushed it back. Slowly he picked up the bottle and walked over to Delilah's side. The girl kept her head lowered and eyes on her plate. She was too afraid to look at Lawrence. Lawrence bent down to Delilah's level and she flinched. His breath was horrific! The stench of Chinese food, beer, and pot made Delilah sick to her stomach.
"I thought you were smarter than that, Delilah," Lawrence snarled, "Not only did you disobey me, but you straight up lied about it to my face." He threw the beer bottle on the floor hard, causing it to shatter into bits and pieces. A small whimper escaped Delilah's mouth and she squeezed her eyes shut. Lawrence grabbed her chin and harshly turned her face so she was facing him. "Open your eyes!" She immediately did so. "Believe me when I say that you deserve what's coming to you."
Then he shoved Delilah off of her chair into the pile of broken glass. She winced as she felt the glass cut her hands and legs. When she lifted her hands, she could see blood starting to seep out of the slits. Her eyes burned from the tears that were threatening to fall out, but she didn't want to give Lawrence the satisfaction of him hurting her, even though he was.
"Get up!" Lawrence ordered.
But Delilah couldn't move due to fear. So Lawrence grabbed a fistful of her brown hair and yanked her up, making her cry out. He threw her across the room and she slammed against the wall. Her back collided with the wall and Delilah couldn't hold back the tears anymore.
"I'm so sorry," Delilah sobbed, "I promise I won't-"
Her stepfather had slapped the poor girl across the face. "I don't wanna hear it, bitch!"
Delilah's hand flew up to her cheek which had grown hot from the contact. There was probably a huge hand-print on it now. The brunette still had her eyes shut but she knew what was coming next. She heard the rustling of a belt, which Lawrence had picked up from the couch in the living room. When did he even leave the kitchen? However, Delilah didn't have time to think about it when she felt the first whip to her back.
"AH!"
That had just opened up a wound from a couple of nights ago. Lawrence didn't stop there. He continued to strike her with his belt. The aims were directed more to her back, but if Lawrence was lucky enough, he would get her arms, legs, stomach, chest, and sometimes even her face. Delilah started to feel weak in her legs and one harsh lash on the back of her thighs brought her to her knees. She doubled over to protect the front of her body.
It was painful. There was no doubt about it. But it wasn't something Delilah wasn't used to. This happened way too many times for her to expect anything more or less. And she knew not to fight back- she learned that lesson the very first time Lawrence had hit her. Also crying or apologizing for whatever it was she did wrong would not get her sympathy, so all she could do was suck it up and accept the abuse.
She wasn't sure how long Lawrence had been beating her, but after a while, he must've gotten bored because he threw down the belt on her back.
"I think I got my point across," Lawrence growled, "If you ever think about breaking another one of my rules or lying to me again, just remember that there's a hell of a lot more where that came from. Now clean that shit up and go to bed." He took Delilah's plate and dumped the uneaten food in the trash can. "You don't need to be eating anyway." Then he trudged out of the room with the rest of the takeout and another beer.
Delilah waited until Lawrence was in the living room before she started to get up. It was a struggle because of her wounded back and wobbling arms and legs. But with much effort and determination, she finally stood up, hobbled over to the closet and grabbed the broom and dust pan. Sweeping the glass up took a bit longer than Delilah would've liked but by the time she was finished cleaning and put the broom and dust pan back where they belonged, she was relieved to go to her room.
Isaac had just gotten home from his shift at the graveyard. Nothing eventful really happened that night. There was just a bunch of paperwork that Isaac's father never got to so Isaac decided to take care of it. He was making sure that everything was set for a funeral that was taking place the next day. He also had to dig up a couple of graves. So it was the same old scenario at the graveyard as usual. But Isaac was exhausted. It felt like he was there all day. Whatever kept him busy, he supposed.
His dad was already knocked out in his room when Isaac got home, so he guessed he was on his own for dinner. He looked through the refrigerator and cabinets and the only thing that crossed his mind was that he really needed to go to the market sometime this week. But he decided to just settle for what he had and made himself a sandwich. When it was finished, Isaac took his food and went up to his room. On his way up to his room, he passed by a mirror and grimaced at his reflection.
When Isaac came home from his date with Delilah, he never realized that he was out past curfew. Granted he was only a few minutes late, but according to Dave, three minutes was just as bad as three hours. That led to Isaac receiving his punishment, which was a busted lip. It now stung like a bitch whenever he touched it, but then he would always think back to his kiss with Delilah and smile. It had been worth it.
Delilah was definitely worth it.
Isaac sat down on his desk chair and ate his sandwich. His room was quiet. There was no music, no TV, nothing. Just silence. You know the saying that goes, "It was so silent that you could hear a pin drop"? Well, you couldn't even hear that in Isaac's room. But he didn't mind. He enjoyed the peace and quiet. He didn't have to deal with his dad, which brought him much relief. And it gave him time to think about whatever he wanted without any interruptions.
Or so he thought.
Mid bite, Isaac heard someone screaming. It caught him off guard and he almost choked and dropped his plate. He wasn't sure where it was coming from, but it sounded awfully close. And female. The screaming was followed by some man yelling and what sounded like a whip. It all sounded too familiar. Maybe not the voices, but definitely the situation. It was starting to frighten Isaac.
About five to ten minutes after the screaming and yelling stopped, he saw a light turn on from the corner of his eye. He turned and out the window he saw Delilah entering her room. Normally, Isaac would be excited to see her, but tonight was different.
Why? Because Isaac thinks he has an idea on where the screaming was coming from.
Delilah looked like hell. And it made Isaac sick. Because of the distance between his house and hers, it was hard to see much, but Isaac did notice some obvious details. The girl had cuts and bruises on her legs. Her left cheek was red, and Isaac came to the conclusion that someone had hit her.
Had she got into a fight with someone? That was impossible. Isaac may not have known Delilah that well, but he knew well enough that she was not someone who would fight with anyone. Did she fall? Isaac doubted that, too. The cuts and red spot on her face were too odd of places for a fall to affect.
Then he thought back to the screaming. It must've come from her house. And the yelling was from a man. A man that he didn't know well, but he could name the voice it belonged to. That's when the pieces came together…
"Oh my god…"
In a million of years, Isaac would have never guessed that Delilah was going through the same thing that he was. She was being abused. Just like him. He felt like he was going to throw up. Who in the hell had the right mind to treat someone like Delilah like an animal? He knew that there was something wrong with Lawrence from the moment he met him. That sick bastard…
Isaac continued to watch Delilah through his window. She walked over to her mirror and inspected her injuries. Each time she would touch a wound, she would cringe in pain. Then unexpectedly, Delilah grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head. She was now standing in her sports bra and shorts only. On different circumstances, Isaac would've been ogling at the lack of clothes Delilah was wearing, but now was not an appropriate time to do that. He averted his eyes down to her hands, which held her bloody shirt. He wasn't sure what the blood was from until Delilah turned around.
The sight was awful. Her back looked like it was attacked by a wild animal. Bloody scratches were scattered all over her tan back. Some were longer than others, but nasty looking nonetheless. And if Isaac looked real closely, he noticed some scars. This obviously wasn't the first time Lawrence had done whatever he did to Delilah. And it explained why Delilah had such a hard time getting up at school on Friday.
Delilah's bottom lip trembled when she saw the gashes through her mirror. Isaac could only imagine how much that hurt. Then she walked over to her dresser and started rummaging through her clothes. The boy was growing curious about what she was looking for. At this point, Isaac had completely forgotten about his half-eaten sandwich. He was more concerned about what Delilah was going to do.
Finally, Delilah stopped the shuffling and picked something up. The object was so small that Isaac had to squint his eyes and lean closer to the window. He felt his heart completely shatter when he realized that Delilah was holding a razor. Isaac was praying that he was just having a nightmare and that this was not actually happening. But he noticed faint red and pink scars on the insides of her forearms and he knew that this was unfortunately real.
He watched as Delilah slowly sunk down on her bed and gazed down at the razor. It looked like she was internally debating with herself on whether she was going to drag that blade down her wrist and slice herself open. She pressed the sharp edge against her wrist but she held it still. Isaac saw her hand shaking and he knew that she still wasn't sure that she wanted to do this.
"No," Isaac whispered, "Please, baby, don't do this. Don't do this to yourself. Please…"
It was impossible for Delilah to have heard him. But it seemed like that she had finally made up her mind. Her face scrunched up in frustration and she threw the razor across the room. Tension was relieved from Isaac's shoulders when Delilah decided not to cut, but that satisfactory was short-lived. The brunette placed her face in her hands and started to sob. Isaac couldn't hear her, but by the way her body was shaking and her shoulders were moving up and down, he could tell that she was crying.
Isaac couldn't watch this anymore. He closed his curtains and turned off his lights before crawling into bed.
But he couldn't sleep. No matter how hard he tried to clear his mind, he just couldn't do it.
How did he not notice any of this before? He and his father have been living next door to Delilah and her family ever since they were kids and he never suspected a thing. Hell, he's watched her through the window and never really noticed any scars or bruises. And when he did, he always assumed they were from dance or guard rehearsals. Even though he occasionally heard loud noises coming from the Porter residence, he'd always thought they were watching a movie or something. Not beating up Delilah. And before Friday night, he'd never met Lawrence. He's seen him before, of course- they were neighbors. But he'd never got up close and personal with him. Based on appearance, Lawrence was an intimidating looking man, but Isaac never thought passed that.
Out of all of the people at Beacon Hills High, Delilah was the last person that Isaac would've suspected was suffering. With the front she put up every day in front of her peers, she never gave off that vibe that something was wrong. There was always a smile on her face and she was so involved with school, academically and socially. And she had so many friends. Delilah just looked so happy!
But the more he thought about it, there were tiny signs. Delilah had always worn long sleeve shirts, sweaters, or jackets, so her arms were always covered up. Like the clueless fool he was, he just thought that Delilah was always cold. And Isaac remembered the hesitance in her voice when she told him how she had "pulled something" during practice. But he now knew the real reason.
Boy, she had fooled Isaac big time. And he was completely heartbroken. As he lied in his bed, a tear rolled down his cheek. The image of Lawrence hitting Delilah or her cutting herself was now branded in his mind and it was scary. But what scared him the most was that if Delilah ever found out that Isaac now knew, she would push him away and never want to speak to him ever again. And he couldn't let that happen. Not when he had just got her.
Things just got a shit ton more complicated for Isaac. As if that was something he really needed in his life.
So this was a pretty rough chapter for Delilah and Isaac. Even though there wasn't really any Delilah/Isaac interaction going on, we find out what's really going on in Delilah's life, which is very important. I promise there will be much more Delilah/Isaac interaction in the next chapter. Like I said in the beginning, I was very close to deleting this story, but I decided to keep it. But I REALLY need some feedback from you guys! And you can ask me anything you want about any of my Teen Wolf stories Awake and Alive, Scars, and No One Else, and Nirvana (which won't be coming until Season 4- you probably have an idea on who that will be centered around). Just leave me a review to let me know what you think and if you have any questions.
Also, I put up a cast list of my profile of ALL of the characters in all of the Teen Wolf stories. So you now know what the characters look like, other than the ones you already know from the show.
And one last thing, if anyone wants to make any banners, cover posters, or any sort of visuals for any of these stories, feel free to absolutely do so! I think that would be extremely awesome, especially since I don't really know how to do those sorts of things. When you finish them, PM those to me so I can post them on my profile. I really hope you guys do so and I can't wait to see what you guys come up with!
Awake and Alive should be updated in the next couple of weeks. Until next time, happy readings! xoxo, Maddie :)