"If you want to fucking go then go." Harper slurred as he leaned his head onto the back of his couch. "I'm not stopping you from leaving Laura."
"How can you say that to me when you sit there drunk off your ass." Laura growled as her nose wrinkled in disgust. "I can't stand being in this place everything just feels wrong, but you seem just fine drowning in this town's pity."
"I understand that Laura. It's just sad and selfish of you to leave Peter here without a pack or alpha. He's in a coma and if you leave he'll probably be in it for a very long time. At least with you here he has a chance of waking up." Harper tried to placate as he stood up on wobbly legs to go refill his glass.
"I hate to break this to you Harper, but I don't think he will wake up." She scoffed aware of Derek's wide eyes from the top of the stairs. "I think the doctors were just trying to make you feel better like they were trying to make us feel better about our entire family being burned alive."
"Get off your goddamn pity horse. We all lost family okay Laura." Harp groaned gulping down a generous amount of wolfs bane infused vodka.
"They weren't your family you were just Peters bitch." Laura sneered at him.
Harper was across the room and in the young alpha's face in the blink of an eye, startling the two younger supes. He narrowed his eyes at her and let out a soft chuckle.
"I'm going to assume you're just angry that my words are the truth, otherwise I would have knocked you through the fucking wall little girl." He said in an eerily calm voice. "Talia welcomed me into her pack as soon as she realized how serious Peter and I were. I lived with you all for years. I would be a fucking Hale right now if it wasn't for the bitch that caused that fire. Do not EVER tell me that every man, woman, and child in that house was not my family."
"Fuck you Harper I'm taking Derek and leaving." Laura growled flashing her red eyes at the drunken man before hastily grabbing her bags and heading for the door.
"Then go I won't stop you, but know this." Harper stated watching Derek descened the steps with his bag on his shoulder. "You can't run from your ghosts. They are going to follow you and at some point drag your ass back into The Fray."
Laura scowled moving past the elder man and out the front door. Derek looked at Harper and rushed forward giving the lithe male a tight hug. Harper smiled kissing the top of the teen's head.
"Bye, bye, szczeniak." He smiles as Derek makes his way out the door. "Hope I see you again."
Harper frowned down at his glass before chucking it at the wall of his home causing the glass to shatter and alcohol to splash across the wood floor. Harper sank to his knees and released a shuddering sigh. Shit just kept getting worse and worse.