Hey Readers,
Thanks for keeping up with me and my story. I really hope y'all are enjoying it. Please let me know what you think. If you see something that may not look right let me know because, "All of Us can't be True Alphas. Some of us have to make mistakes. Some of us have to get out hands bloody sometimes. Some of us are human". - Stiles (Mieczyslaw Stilinski). Not all true but Thanks for keeping up with me. - My Fandom's Chose Me
No one knew where to start. How could they tell her about her dad? "Well," said Stiles. "Um. I actually don't know where to start. How about you start Lydia".
"Me? Why me? What about Scott? Why can't Scott tell her? asked Lydia.
"Because she doesn't really know Scott right now," said Stiles. Lydia looked at Stiles confused, then saw how weird it was between her friends.
"Dr. Geyer told us she's in a fugue state. She doesn't remember knowing Scott," said Stiles.
"Well," Lydia said, "maybe we should sit down". The four friends sat down on the couches. "We really don't know how to tell you this, and we wish we didn't have to". Scott and Stiles had tears at the edge of their eyes. Stiles, like usual, was blaming himself. He kept thinking that if Chris hadn't taken him to the car he might still be alive. "There was a battle," Lydia started then took a breath, "about 5 months ago, Kate and Gerard, they had an army and-,"
"-Kate? My dead aunt Kate? How was she in a fight?" Allison interrupted.
Dang, Lydia thought as she looked at Scott and Stiles. "When Peter slashed Kate's throat she didn't die. She started to change".
"Change? Like into a werewolf?" asked Allison.
"Sort of. Remember how Jackson became a kanima because sometimes the shape you take reflects the person you are? She became a werejaguar." Allison nodded, understanding.
"So, there was a fight with Kate and Gerard?"
"Yes, we had as many people as we could on our side. Stiles got severely injured and was about to die. Your dad took him to the jeep. He got Stiles into the passenger seat and closed the door. He didn't see them coming and they were extremely quiet. They came after your dad," Lydia said then sniffed though tears. "They killed him".
Allison was sobbing hysterically, "How could they?" she asked.
"Just know that he was a hero that night and a lot of people wouldn't be here without him," said Lydia.
They decided not to tell her anymore. "How about we all go to bed?" suggested Lydia.
Scott turned to Allison. "You can sleep in my room," said Scott. "I'll sleep on the couch".
They all went up and got ready for bed.
"She's gonna find out eventually," Lydia said in a whisper. She was sitting on the couch with Scott and Stiles.
"Just give me some time to get her to remember me," Scott said.
"And how are you planning to do that?" asked Lydia.
"By reminding her of the fun we had together. And recreating moments we spent together. So," Scott said then took a deep breath. "I was wondering if y'all would go bowling with me tonight?".
"Sure, not just because you think you can get Allison to remember things, but because Lydia and I need a night out," said Stiles.
Just then Allison came down the stairs.
"Hey guys. Thanks for letting me sleep here last night. Oh, and uh…" She stops to remember his name. "Scott? Thanks for letting me sleep in your bed. It's been a long time since I've had a good night's sleep," said Allison.
"No problem. Glad you slept well. We were thinking of going bowling tonight. Would you like to join us? Maybe get your mind of off things," asked Scott.
"Ya. That sounds like a great idea. Thanks," said Allison.