I looked around the room that I would be staying in for a while. I looked at the light purple walls, the dark purple curtains at the window, the dark wooded desk with a new lap top, the big flat screen hanging on my wall, the walk in closet with my new clothes Allison and Lydia bought me, the queen sized bed with a silk purple bed spread, the new Galaxy SIII phone…

I feel horrible for having all this stuff. He, well, they didn't have to buy my all this stuff…

The last few days have been awkward – my father and the rest of the teenagers who hang around here found out how I would be eating, when to change my bandages, when to take my medication. They learned about my nightmares… I didn't want anyone to know about those – I didn't think Mrs. Anderson knew about them, I thought I was good at hiding them, I mean I didn't wake up screaming in the middle of the night, well, not anymore…

Tonight would be my first night sleeping in my new room; my new bed. I was nervous. I haven't had a real conversation with the man that I could now identify as my father. What do I call him? What does he want me to call him? Does he want me to call him dad, daddy, Derek, or Mr. Hale? I don't know what it is I am supposed to call him. I don't want to upset him by calling him by his first name, but on the other hand I don't want to make him uncomfortable by calling him dad.

I sighed, sitting on the bed looking at the floor. This was all so complicated. If I had just stayed home with mom she may still be alive, but I could possibly be the one that had been stabbed to death on my bedroom floor.

Everything was just so confusing and frustrating that I wanted to just scream until my voice could no longer be heard.

I looked up as Stiles knocked on the door frame looking at me, "Are you alright, Jane?" He asked before coming to sit in the purple fuzzy chair in the corner of the room.

I shrugged my shoulders before grabbing the notepad and a pen on the desk sitting back on the bed writing, "I have a lot on my mind. All this will take a while to get used to. May I ask something?" I wrote holding the pad up to where he could read it.

His face went from concern to serious, "Yeah, sure, ask away."

"How come a group of teenagers hang around here all the time?" I wrote

He laughed a little at that, "All of us, well, we are kind of like this weird dysfunctional family. Congratulations, you are now a part of that weird dysfunctional family."

"Does Derek, my dad, I mean does he have a wife, girlfriend?"

He smiled at me, "No wife, or girlfriend. He does have a boyfriend though." He said smiling wider now, "Are you okay with the fact that your father has a boyfriend?"

"I don't have a problem with it!" I wrote down quickly, "Who is his boyfriend?"

He only kept smiling at me before pointing at himself, "You see, in this weird dysfunctional family… Derek is kind of like the father to the rest of the teenagers and well I guess you could say that would make me the mother of this little family."

"So, what you are saying is that instead of having not only one father I have two now?" I smiled as I wrote

"Yes, I take care of the laundry, the cooking, the cleaning, I do what a mother does, and I guess you could say." He nodded, "Either me or your father will be the one to change your bandages, or I will be the one to make your packaged meals, I don't trust the other kids. We just got you; we definitely don't want to lose you now."

"What do I call him or, you for that matter? Do I call him dad, or Derek? Do I call you Dad? I'm confused at what to call everyone!"

"I think he would like it if you called him Dad, family are extremely important to him. He has always wanted kids. He may seem like this big bad wolf, but really, he is just a big softy." He said, "As for me, you can call me whatever you like. Erica, she will sometimes calls me Mama just out of instinct. You can call me Stiles, or Mama. Whatever is comfortable with you that are all that matters?"

I don't know why I did it, but it felt like I had to. Before I knew what was going on, I was already sitting in Stiles' lap hugging on to him. It felt nice to be rocked side to side and told everything was going to be okay again. I didn't even realize I had fallen asleep until Stiles was shaking me awake telling me it was time for me to eat and take my medication and change my bandages.

I gave a disgusted face as he held up a packaged liquid meal, "I take it these don't taste very good?" Derek said walking in to the kitchen kissing stiles on the forehead before taking a seat at the table.

I shook my head in utter disgust before sitting across from him. It felt natural to be sitting here with the two of them. I felt happy when Derek showed affection for Stiles; it was like I was watching my parents. I liked this feeling.

I smiled at the man across the table waving, "How about we don't open this, and I make you some tomato soup instead? After that you can take your pills and Derek here can change your bandages so you can get some sleep." Stiles said putting the packaged meal back in the cupboard, "Until you get healed up and your voice back you will not be going to school unless you are perfectly okay with it, alright?"

"That is unless you want to start next week?" Derek said handing me a notepad and pen from the counter drawer

"I think I'll wait awhile if that's okay with you guys." I wrote slowly, "I just don't feel like dealing with a big group of people just yet."

"Do you not like people?" Stiles asked as he made the tomato soup

Sighing I wrote, "I have a Social Anxiety Disorder, and plus that doesn't help with the bullying from having ADHD."

"I know how that is." Stiles said, "I have ADHD also."

"You don't have to go to school as long as you don't want too, or if you want we can enroll you in an online school where you won't even have to interact with people until you're ready to do so. At least then you would still be going to school without actually going to school." Derek said as Stiles put a steaming bowl of tomato soup in front of me.

I let it sit there for a moment to let it cool down before drinking it, it was delicious. Better than that liquid stuff the doctors gave me. I hummed my thanks to Stiles while drinking more of the soup. I saw Derek and Stiles smile at each other as I ate slowly so I wouldn't hurt my throat more than it already was.

"Is it good? Not too hot for your throat?" Stiles asked

I finished up the soup, "It was good, better than that liquid crap the doctors gave me."

"I'm glad you liked it, I'll try to make some new things that will be edible for you. I could probably blend whatever I make for dinner for everyone so you don't have to eat anything different. How does that sound?"

I replied with a thumb up as Stiles took the bowl putting it in the dishwasher.

"Alright; Jane it's time to change your bandages. Which do you want to change first? Throat first or stomach first?" Derek asked as he led me to the bathroom in their room upstairs with stiles in tow.

I pointed to my throat first as he told me to sit on the bed as stiles gave me the medication and a glass of water. I looked around the room wincing as the pills went down my throat. I watched as Stiles put the glass on the dresser as Derek came back with fresh bandages and ointment to put on my stomach.

The pills I took at night were to help me sleep, and I could already feel my eyes drooping as my bandages were being changed. Luckily I didn't hear the gasp from Stiles as they saw the bruise on my neck or the flash of red in Derek's eyes as I fell asleep on my new parents' bed. I could smell their scent on the bed, it was comforting, and I welcomed the scent as I drifted off in to a dreamless sleep.