Authors Note;

Hey! Sorry for not updating for a while but I'm back at school now (ugh!) so I don't have nearly as much time to write.
I also had trouble thinking about how to write this chapter.

I reread the Fic and noticed how many mistakes I've actually made throughout it. I wanna apologise for all my mistakes and not even realising that I've written almost all of it in first person but thought I was writing it in third.
I'm so stupid sometimes^~^

Anyways, please forgive my mistakes and please review and enjoy!

xox.

The next few days passed in a rapid succession of school, training, eating and the occasional bit of sleeping whenever I had the time. My mind seemed to be going in super speed and wouldn't come off its high. I'd lie on the couch in Derek's loft at night, staring at the ceiling, unable to close my eyes and fall asleep until the sun's rays greeted the new day sometimes.

I stumbled through my last day of school for the week, my eyes drifting shut during class every now and again, the lack of sleep finally catching up to me.

Jerking awake as something sharp prodded me in my back I looked around quickly to see if anyone had noticed I'd actually fallen asleep. Luckily for me, something did go my way and it seemed like no one had noticed,

I glanced over my shoulder at a frowning Stiles who had obviously been the one to poke me with the pen in his hand. I turned back to the front and to keep my mind occupied through the boring lecture of whatever it was the teacher was talking about, I drew on my arm again, this time flowers, sunsets and even some hearts.

I realised with a start that this was the last lesson for the day which mean I would be able to leave this boring, drab place and do something interesting and productive, like training or sleeping. Sleeping did sound really good at the moment. I rested my head on my hand and was dozing off once more when the loud, shrill bell echoed through the room, jerking me awake like an electric shock.

Hurrying to shove my book in my bag I hurried out of the classroom, surprised at how eager and full of energy I was. Well, I guess that's what the prospect of sleep will do to you.

Hurrying out of the schools doors I stopped in my tracks, sighs of annoyance surrounded me and I was shoved from side to side as other students pushed their way past me. I glared at the ground and finally kept moving attempting to ignore the person standing outside of my school. I had no idea why he was here and I really didn't want to find out. How he had found me, I didn't know. Why he was here, I didn't know. Why he even cared, I didn't know.

But what I did know was that I would never talk to him again.

The man I had once called dad was standing outside my school, waiting for me. The same man I'd just run out on about a week ago. The same man who yelled at me every day for nothing. The same man who'd been the torment of my life.

Why the hell did this have to happen to me?
I was wide awake now and wished I wasn't. I didn't want to remember this. I wanted to make it never happen, but I knew deep down that it would happen. I wasn't the type of lucky person that would be able to just walk out of something like this unscathed. Oh no. I would have to stand and face it and come away with my wounds cut deeper than ever before.
The glare hardened on my face as I felt the strong hand on my shoulder that gave no room for disagreement or disobedience,

"What the hell are you doing here?" I muttered, refusing to look at him even as he turned me around to face him.

"Looking for you" the man replied,

"Why?" I said, refusing to release the weird urge to beg for forgiveness. I'd grown up around his voice and had grown up knowing that when he spoke, it was law. You didn't disagree, you didn't question, you just did.

"Because you're my daughter"

"You gave up the right to call me that when you walked out on mum and I then came back begging for forgiveness only when you heard she was about to die" I said coldly turning my raw emotions into pure, cold hatred. I watched carefully as his hands balled into fists by his sides, I knew the only reason he wouldn't dare lay a finger on me was because we were standing outside a school. Yes, it was almost empty three quarters of the students already gone, but there was still too many around to be able to do anything without getting noticed.

"How dare you..?" I heard him hiss, I allowed myself to look up at him a smirk was plastered on my face,

"Like this" I said, then turned on my heel and walked away, the smirk stayed there until I was around the corner from the school where it dropped off my face and left a sad, tired looking normal teenage girls face.

I didn't know what to do next, but knew I shouldn't stay here, I continued on but glared once more as I heard the sound of footsteps behind me, I spun around and folded my arms across my chest,

"What the hell do you want?" I growled.

"For you to come home"
"You call that place a home?" I spat in disbelief. Obviously he and I had very different ideas of what a home was. My idea of a home would be a place where a happy family lives together, a family that is productive and cares about each other, a family that values everyone. A home is a special place filled with love and kindness.

The total opposite to what that apartment had been.

"You better freakin' come home or else—"

"Or else what?" I interrupted, not really caring what happened. I hated this guy and I wanted him to hurt as much as I did.

"Or else you'll yell at me? You've done that every day for the past 16 years." I said coldly,

"You'll swear at me and call me names? Done that to. You'll threaten me? Another one you've done. You'll lie to me? You're starting to run out of things you haven't already done" I said coldly, ticking off the things one by one on each of my fingers.
We stood there for a while, glaring at each other, my stubborn pride and defiance wouldn't let me back down from this and obviously he thought he still had some power over me that would eventually break my will.

He didn't know how wrong he was.

"You will come home. You will never run away again. You will be happy and you will never talk to me like that again" the man in front of me said, his eyes were cold and determined.

"I'd like to see you try and make me" I replied, a spike of fear shot through me as he walked forward eyes filled with pure anger and hatred, I backed away as he advanced. I knew I could beat him but that didn't mean I wanted to.

As he made a lung for my wrist, I sidestepped out of the way and used his momentum to drive him further forward. Stumbling to regain his balance which he did surprisingly quickly (Ok, so he obviously wasn't drunk right now. A miracle!), he turned and lunged again. Sidestepping once more I stuck my foot out to trip him over.
Tripping forward he reached out and managed to grab my jacket and somehow stop himself from falling flat on his stupid face; I stared him in the eyes and waited to see what he would do. Of course I could break his grip now and just walk away, but that would make things much worse than I'd already made them.
"You're coming home" he repeated, transferring his hand to my wrist which he held in a grip so tight it started to throb painfully after the first few seconds, I continued to stare him in the eye, my own showing refusal and defiance. I felt a flicker of satisfaction as the hatred in his eyes wavered for a moment before returning.
I shook my head in refusal,

"I will never ever go back to that damned place again" I swore, making a vow to myself to keep that promise and never set foot in that place again. I just hoped that I really wouldn't ever have to. I sighed and rolled my eyes as he tried to pull me along with him, he managed to move me at a snail's pace across the pathway but I did everything in my power to make it harder for him. Leaning back and walking the other way as he tried to pull me along he had a hard time trying to move me, a benefit of being a werewolf.
"What the hell is going on!?" A familiar voice shouted; I couldn't help but smirk at the look on his face as he turned to see the group of people hurrying towards us.
Scott, Stiles, Lydia, Allison, Erica, Boyd and Isaac were soon surrounding us but for some reason no one made a move to release the grip that he had on my wrist.

"Don't worry guys. I got this" I said, my eyes never leaving his face, twisting my hand around his wrist, I broke the grip and twisted his hand into a pin, I enjoyed the pain that creased his face.
"Don't talk to me. Don't try to find me. Don't think about me and sure as hell never ever even think about threatening me again. Got it? Good. Go." I hissed, shoving him away, obviously he'd gotten the message and didn't even look back as he walked away. I glared at his back until he disappeared but then my mask fell off and I slumped my shoulders, my head tilted to the ground,

"Who was that?" Lydia whispered.

"The man who once could call himself my father" I muttered, turning and walking away from them and desperately hoping that not one of them would follow me.

Stars glittered over the sky and wind whistled through the tree's but the cold gusts didn't bother me as I lay on the fallen tree trunk, looking at the night sky.

Somehow I'd managed to find my way back to the old tree and had stayed there for most of the afternoon, listening to the forest and even exploring a little,
I sighed as Welcome to my Life called out from my phone, looking at the caller ID I smiled sadly at it and pressed 'Ignore'.

I'd promised Derek that next time this happened I would pick up and I wouldn't break my promise, I would never do that. But I'd never said when I would pick up.

They had been calling me all afternoon.

Clearly none of them understood the words 'space', 'alone' and 'ignoring you'. My phone rang again and I rolled my eyes but pressed the green button this time, holding the device to my ear I prepared myself for the lecture that was about to come.
"Finally!" Derek's voice sighed,

"Hey I promised to pick up and I did" I replied,
"Where are you?"

"Where do you think?" I mused before hanging up. I wondered how long it would take him to figure out where I was, but knowing the alpha it wouldn't take long.