RAEGAN MCCALL

"Why don't you go over the details one more time?"

"I've already gone over it a gazillion and one times! What do you want me to say?! After six years, do you just expect the story to change suddenly or something?"

"No, Miss McCall. I'm just trying to help you."

"Fine! I'll say it for the gazillion and second time!"

I laid down in the dumb chair, like they do in the movies. I looked around the room. It was exactly the same as the last time I saw it. The neatness and forced homeyness; it was comfortably uncomfortable.

I relaxed and took a breath, then started, "It was a Monday afternoon, six years ago. I got off the bus and walked home. When I got home, I realized I had forgotten my house key in the house that morning. My parents were at work, and wouldn't be back for at least a couple of hours, and my little brother was at his friend's house. I did what my parents had told me to do in this situation, I-I went to the neighbors house."

I pinched myself for stuttering, which she noticed, and continued, "We all thought they were a nice family. There was the mom, …the dad, and two sons. They were the cutest toddlers… That day, the mom had taken the kids to the pool, since it was almost Labor Day, and the pools would be closing soon. But I didn't know that then.

I knocked on the door, and the dad had answered. I told him that nobody was at my house, and I had forgotten my key. I asked if I could borrow his phone. He told me to come in, that he had cookies. But he didn't have any cookies. He-he-" I choked up.

"It's okay, it's okay. Take a breather, take a breath," Dr. Railey told me.

After a moment, she asked, "Why didn't you tell anyone about the rape?"

"Because… at the time, it seemed like the best choice. Mom and Dad were constantly fighting. I didn't want them for fight more because of me. That neighbor was my Dad's best friend. I knew my mom would blame my dad for trusting him. I just… didn't want to cause any trouble between them. But Dad left anyway, a month later," I said, bitterly. "Then I told my mom that I was raped. And the neighbors had moved a few months later too, so I didn't think it was important to tell her who did it. I said it was someone I didn't know. She still doesn't know."

"Don't you want to see your rapist go to prison for what he did?" she asked, pushing her blonde bangs away from her forehead.

"No. I don't know… I just don't think it's worth it. I'm gonna have to see him again, and relive everything, just for him to go to jail for like a couple years. It's not fair. He should go to prison for life!"

She nods, calmly.

"Plus," I added, "My dad would come back if he heard about it. And I never want to see him again."

"Do you still do kickboxing?" she asks, changing the topic.

"Yup! I'm getting really good at it, actually. Like, expert-good. It was just supposed to be an outlet for the PTSD. But I'm thinking of making a career out of it."

"That's good to hear," she writes some stuff down, and continues, "Speaking of outlets, are you still as sexually active as you were the last time I saw you?"

"Yes," I snorted.

"Making any friends?"

"No, and I don't want to," I snapped.

She writes it down, "Okay… What about the nightmares?"

"Th-the nightmares?"

She nods, patiently.

"I-I think that's enough for today, don't you? Bye doc, helped a lot," I lied. "See you in six months," I scurried out of the room.

|| Teen Wolf ||

I hated my bi-annual check-up. Now I was feeling extra depressed. Which is why Mom was currently parked in front of a house that was having a party. A random kid a grade older than me was hosting it.

I opened the car door, and Mom sighed, "You're still taking your pill, right?"

"Yes. But, I'll be double protected, I promise. Love you, Mom."

"Love you too, kiddo," I shut the door, and she drove off.

I hate seeing her disappointed like this. Hopefully, one day I'll be all healed. But for now…

SAMANTHA STILINSKI

"Mm. They forget my curly fries?"

"You're not supposed to eat fries, especially the curly ones," Stiles told Dad, from the passenger seat.

"Well, I'm carrying a lethal weapon. If I want curly fries, I get curly fries."

"Where's my cheeseburger?"

"If you think getting rid of contradictions in all your sentences makes your argument any more legitimate, you are wrong," Stiles said, handing me a cheeseburger.

But before Dad could respond, dispatch called, "Unit one, do you copy?" Stiles was about to answer when Dad slapped his hand away.

"Sorry," said Stiles.

"Unit one, copy," Dad said.

"Got a report of a possible 187."

"A murder?" Stiles mumbled, fries in his mouth.

"Stay there, Paul. Let's get this area locked up," Dad said to dispatch.

Dad drove to the local movie store. There, there was an ambulance, and Lydia and Jackson. Stiles and I both started to get out, but Dad said, "Stay here."

Then he got out of the car and walked to the ambulance to talk to Jackson.

"No way," mumbled Stiles, noticing Jackson and Lydia for the first time.

"I'm going," I said.

He agreed and I got out. He got out halfway before he noticed a dead body on a stretcher.

But I stopped paying attention to anyone except Lydia, and started heading towards her.

"Lydia? Are you okay?!" I pulled her in for a comforting hug.

"N-No," she told me with her wide, emerald green eyes.

"Thank god, you're not hurt!" I sighed, "What happened?"

"I was waiting in my car, for Jackson to get the movie. And this-this-" she froze up.

"It's okay, you can tell me tomorrow. How's Jackson?" He may be a jerk, but I still cared about him.

"He's fine."

"You were gonna watch the Notebook again, weren't you?" I chuckled, trying to make her feel better.

"Yeah! I mean, it's the best movie of all time! Jackson wanted to see some stupid sports movie," she groaned.

"You should've just watched it with me," I chuckled.

"Yes, I should have. Tomorrow, come over and we'll watch it."

"Sounds like a plan," I grinned.

"Do you already give your statement to my dad?" I asked her.

"No."

"Let's go," I said, dragging her towards him.

"Ugh," she groaned.

|| Teen Wolf ||

The next morning, I went downstairs to find Dad and Stiles eating breakfast. Dad was on the couch, eating a croissant sandwich, drinking coffee, and watching the news. And Stiles was at the table, texting away and eating cereal at the same time. At least the boy can multitask.

"Good morning," I greeted, heading to the fridge.

"Morning sweetie," Dad said, eyes glued to the TV.

"Mmmnimm," Stiles said with food in his mouth.

I decided I wasn't that hungry, grabbed an apple, and sat down on the opposite side of the table from Stiles.

Before I could take a bite, Lydia texted, "Alli's b-day. Help decorate locker. Now."

I frowned, wondering what Lydia was doing at school. Her mom was very overprotective, she wouldn't have let her come in, after what happened last night.

|| Teen Wolf ||

I was right about her not going to school, because when I got there, Lydia said, "Hurry up. My mom doesn't know I'm here."

She took a ton of balloons, confetti, and other decorating supplies out of her backpack, and we got to work.

|| Teen Wolf ||

After we finished decorating the locker, Lydia asked me, "What's going on with you and that Isaac guy?"

I turned beet red, "What are you talking about?"

"Honey, I saw you two at the library. You were holding hands and being really cute. You should ask him out!" she grinned.

"We're just friends, I was comforting him! Besides, you only want me to ask him out because you want Isaac and I to go on double dates with you and Jackson," I retorted.

"Uh-uh! Just friends don't hold hands and stare into eachother's eyes like that, sweetie. While double dates may be part of the reason, I want you to be happy and you deserve somebody who's amazing!"

I pulled her into a hug.

"Are you okay? I know I keep asking, but after what happened last night, I can't help but be worried!" I asked in a concerned tone.

"I'm fine! I have to go now, before my mom realizes I'm gone. Don't forget to come over later!"

As she was walking away, I shout out, "I won't!"

|| Teen Wolf ||

A few seconds later, Allison came from the other side of the hall. I couldn't help but smiling like an idiot at her.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked, suspicious. She opened her locker and balloons came flying out.

"That's why," I answered. Then Scott came.

"Is today your birthday?" he asked.

"No, no. Uh, no. I mean yes. Please don't tell anybody. I don't even know how you found out," she said to me.

"Lydia told me," I answered, "I have no idea how she found out though." My best friend knew everything about everyone. So I wasn't surprised.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Scott asked.

"Because I don't want anybody to know. Because I'm seventeen."

"You're seventeen?" Scott asked, bewildered.

"That's the reaction I'm trying to avoid."

"Why? I mean, I totally get it. Raegan's seventeen too. Uh, you had to repeat a year because of all the moving around, right?"

I realized I was no longer needed and said, "Alrighty, then. Bye guys."

After Allison thanked me for the locker, I walked away and headed to my own locker. And then to class.

RAEGAN MCCALL

After class, I was heading to my locker, when someone suddenly pulled me into a boy's bathroom. The person held me against the wall, and put a hand on my mouth. I was about to go all Fight Club on this motherfucker, when I heard whose voice it was.

"It's me," Derek whispered close to my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

He let go, and I turned and faced him.

"What are you doing here?" I looked around and smirked, "Oh, I see. You're finally giving in."

Someone flushed the toilet and came out of a stall. I didn't recognize him. He looked at us awkwardly.

"This is so what it looks like," I told him, pointing from me to Derek.

"Get. Out," Derek commanded. Scared shitless, the poor guy scurried out.

After he was gone, Derek went and turned the lock, so that no one could come in.

He turned back and asked, "Do you know Lydia Martin?"

I snorted and rolled my eyes, "I wish I didn't. Is this about last night? Scott told me what happened."

"Yes, it is. I need you to talk to Lydia. Make sure she didn't see anything."

"What?! No! Why do I have to do it? She's Sam's best friend. Ask her to be your little spy."

"I trust you more than I trust her. Plus, I think she's kind of intimidated by me."

"No! Really? I wonder why that is?" I said in a sarcastic tone.

"Will you do it or not?" he glared.

"Fine. Is that all?" I waggled my eyebrows.

"Yes."

"You know, next time, you should just call me. Instead of going through all this trouble."

"Fine. Give me your phone."

Wait, what? Really?

I handed him my phone. Currently, it had a black, glittery case. He typed some stuff, and gave me back the phone.

"Bye," I sang, walking out of the bathroom.

Yes! I can't believe I scored Derek's digits!

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