He felt like screaming.
The look on his mothers face...he knew it was sure to haunt him for the rest of his life.
She refused to talk to him after he released her from the cell. He had received one more look before she quickly headed to the car.
Now, he laid here on his bed, not knowing what to do or say.
When he got home, her bedroom door was closed and he could hear her crying.
He ran his hands through his hair for what had to be the fiftieth time that night.
Why wasn't there some kind of manual for this? Something to help him know what to say to her, how to explain everything. A instructional book on how to deal with a crazy hunter that wants to kill everyone you love. Some sort of handbook to help him fix things with Allison.
Allison.
There was another confusion for him. He didn't know what had happened to her.
"Just stay out of my way." She had yelled at him, before heading off to kill Derek. The exact words he had spoken to her at the rave. They hit him like a smack in the face.
He couldn't even vocalize the pain he felt. Not only from what she said, but from the hardness of her whole face.
Her eyes didn't hold their usual sparkle and softness that they usually did when she saw him.
Something had happened that caused her to even consider killing him.
He didn't understand. Wasn't it just the other day that she told him she trusted him over everyone else.
Jumping off the bed he punched his nearest wall, causing a hole. His breathing became labored and he rested his forhead against the wall, his hands clenched into fists above him.
"Scott?" He heard whispered behind him, before he felt his mothers gentle hand on his back.
He slowly turned around and looked at her, his face in wolf form.
She slowly touched it, a look of disbelief painted on her face.
All the emotions he felt were to much, and his mother coming to check on him while she was so terrified pushed him over the edge.
He slid to the ground with tears on his face.
"Oh, Scott." His mother whispered, following him down and enveloping him in a comforting hug.
"It's all falling apart," He cried brokenly, "Everything is falling apart."
"Shh, shh." She answered, rubbing his back soothingly.
It felt so strange for her to do this, while minutes ago she had been the one broken and confused on the ground.
She realized though, seeing her normally stronge and emotionless son crying on the floor, he was her Scott.
Her little boy who had to grow up to fast, without a father. She only saw the little boy who came to her with his cuts and bruises. Her mischievous kid who stole cookie dough when he thought she wasn't looking.
Whatever it was that caused him to turn into this unfortunate wolf had'nt changed who he was.
"It's all going to be okay." She whispered, stroking his head.
He didn't believe her. She didn't understand half of what was happening, but those small words gave him a small sliver of hope.
"Thank you." He whispered.
It was all he needed to say. She understood.
"You're welcome." She whispered back.
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