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Chapter Eight: The Truth Comes Out
There was ghostly atmosphere in the room where I was handcuffed as I waited for someone to walk inside. I sat there with the tick, tock melancholy clock. This was about my fourth visit into this room and with the pattern happening, it wasn't going to go well. First was my brother and Stiles, then my mom, and then it was some cop, a very mean one. I already even counted all of tiles on the roof! I just wanted to leave this place already.
Creek, the door opened to reveal none other than Sheriff Stilinski. I didn't notice my heart beat rising and it rapidly went back to normal when I saw Sheriff step into the room. I was about to greet him if I didn't see the disappointment written all over his face. I felt like a scolded animal waiting for her punishment. Even the way he sat down screamed his hesitation of treating me like a criminal or maybe it was just his illusion of me was shattered, which it shouldn't! I'm innocent. "Savanna...I wish I didn't need to do this, but I have to," his solemn voice said. "What happened on the night of the incident?"
I took a deep breath before saying what I did to the last policeman. "Scott locked everyone in so that Derek couldn't reach them, Derek caught up to us so Scott and I split up and I didn't know that he pushed me out the door, that's when I took that opportunity I had to sprint towards home. I didn't notice the cops, if not I would have stayed. I focused on getting out and getting home." That was the story I agreed with Scott and that is the one I would repeat over and over. I had a nervous habit of rapidly tapping my foot on the floor and I didn't even notice until Sheriff Stilinski looked down towards my leg. I stopped in frustration and continued saying, "I know since your Sheriff you have to treat me like a criminal, but you've practically seen me grow up and I would never do such a thing. Mr. Stilinski, I'm innocent. I barely knew Derek and I would most certainly not try to kill my friends. I always thought about destroying the school, but every teenager thinks that about high school!"
"Savanna, calm down." Sheriff Stilinski may have been the one to say that, but it was Scott's voice I heard. I did calm down, it was either calm down or turn into a rabid animal with a building filled of people that didn't know about werewolves. "How did you get the keys?"
Luckily, when I spoke with Scott we kept a relatively close story to what actually did happen. "So it had been about five minutes since Scott left to get the keys from the janitor when everyone was stressing. I took upon myself to go find my brother and I ran out before anyone could protest. I was scared out of my mind when I passed the gym and that's when Derek saw me. I ran for it until I lost him around the pool area. Scott came and so did Derek, they started fighting and Scott kicked him enough for us to run back to everyone. Then you know the rest." There went my rabbit foot tapping away. Sheriff Stilinski simply nodded his head as he wrote down some notes on a packet he brought.
"Your cast?" Sheriff asked.
My mind went blank and for a moment time stood still out of pure fear. I did my best to hide my hesitation. I shook all those feelings away and told him, "Before I got to the school, I had gone on a run so when I got back to school all the cars were concerning since they weren't there before. Anyways, that had nothing to do with my cast, but my running did... I fell into a ditch where there were sharp rocks and my cast got caught into one of the rocks. It had already got a huge crack from the fall, so it was easy for me to wiggle my hand out. I took that as a sign that I had to go back to school. If you're gonna ask why I didn't bruise or get hurt from the fall, it's because it didn't hurt to that point, but my arm did get the bad end and if the cast wasn't there then there surely be one after that fall. I think that was because I was so focused to stay up with my other arm that I didn't care what happened to that one. Plus, it was my finger that was broken so the cast wasn't that thick and tight." I applauded myself in my mind for that brilliant on the spot lie.
"Which hand?" He asked in a tone I did not recognize. My mind was probably overreacting from my nerves and question.
"Excuse me?" I quickly asked.
"Answer the question, Savanna." That statement startled me for a moment
"My left pointer finger." I twirled around the finger in the air. "To be honest, I don't think it was that broken to begin with..." I stopped speaking when I noticed Mr. Stilinski had difficulty with everything going on, or at least that's what it looked. "Is that all?"
He sighed before saying, "I have to check with the hospital records and I have to talk to a few other people, then we'll see where you stand." As he got up he allowed another cop to come in and took me back to my assigned cell. If the sheriff could hear like Scott and I, he would hear my heart racing and my breathing rapidly increase. Those records clearly show how damaged my finger really was and that no modern medicine could quickly heal my shattered bone.
Knowing the sheriff certainly had it's privileges, for example I had my own jail cell. Aside from occasional footsteps and muttering the cell was pretty boring. I'd much rather stay alone and bored then share a cell with a real criminal. My nerves were up and down like a roller coaster until I heard two familiar voices enter the station. Two very sneaky teenage boys. The door opened and I stood right up. "Okay, I'll knock twice when you need to leave and I'll lure whoever away," Stiles whispered and two pairs of footsteps came inside.
I stuck part of my face out to see and a familiar blonde came into my view. "Erica!" I said as I did a small jump of joy. I was going to give a hug through the bars, but it was to awkward trying to get in the right position and that's when I smelt her distinct scent, it was on the sweeter side unlike my brother and Stiles. Another advantage of my newly wolf senses. "Wait, what are you doing here?"
She was about to answer, but my lovely brother interrupted. "My idea! I thought you'd like to see her, to calm you down..or something..." he was obviously trying to say something sentimental only he didn't really think it through. Erica and I just looked at him oddly, followed by some light laughing.
"Everyone is talking about what happened and then Scott told me what happened to you... and then he basically kidnapped me over here. Savanna, I'm sorry for acting like a complete idiot, I shouldn't have overreacted like that and once you get out of here I'll tell you everything." She ended that with a sweet smile.
For some strange reason I started laughing. Our so called fight didn't even seem important anymore, it actually seemed normal. I wasn't even mad at Erica when I was human and she's practically begging for forgiveness. "Sorry, I shouldn't laugh. I'm sorry. Erica, you don't need to apologize, trust me after everything I went through I realized that our fight was stupid...even if I didn't even know we were fighting about, but that can be resolved over movies, candy and a good old fashioned sleepover with much heart to heart talking." I could only get my forearms out to hug her through the bars, but we somehow managed to get a tiny hug.
When we parted she said, "I just feel like such an asshole." Scott looked stunned at her language and I just laughed at his expression. Erica turned to see him and chuckled. "Scotty, I'm not a little innocent kid, I curse just like everyone else."
"Good to know." He nodded his head slowly as he said that and I just kept a big grin on my face. I would be shocked as well if I wasn't Erica's best friend. She just comes off as that shy, sweet, innocent person and she really isn't that type once you get passed the actual shyness. It was such a relief to see her even if it was just for a tiny moment.
Few seconds passed when I remembered what was keeping me a nervous reck a couple moments ago. "Erica, I really want to talk more, but I actually have to talk to Scott about something important."
"Oh, okay. I'll be outside with... Stiles," she said and I heard her heart speed up a bit at the mention of Stiles. I smiled at her adorableness and that she actually had to speak to Stiles without my presence. I didn't even have to plan for her to talk to him, it was surely convenient even in the most inconvenient circumstances.
When the door shut the entire room felt a lot more numb. "What's wrong?"
"They're gonna look up the medical records of my broken finger, if they do and then they see my finger now I'll be dead or a science experiment in which case I'd rather be dead. Scott, they can't get their hands on those files. I-I need you to beat them to it and get rid of the x-rays, if not then... I don't even want to think about what happens if you don't." The scenarios filling my head were not helping my worries to calm down. At this point, I don't think anything will unless Scott gets rid of the medical records of my finger ever being broken.
Scott put on a brave face for me, but I knew he was just as worried or close. He was thinking when a light bulb idea filled his head and he said, "Consider the medical records gone. I'll be back later. Trust me." With that he ran off and leaving me more confused and worried than before. I know my brother will succeed, I just don't want him to get caught. I laid down on the floor because it was honestly more comfortable than the thing mattress provided. The only thing I could do was wait, nothing else and that is exactly what I did for the next couple hours.
CLUUUNK! The cell doors opened loud enough to wake me from my unexpected nap. A jolting pain surged through my ears and right into a blistering headache. "Sorry, but you're needed for examination," the dull policeman informed me as I lazily got up from the floor. He placed handcuffs on me and I followed him to the room. He opened the door and it revealed mom looking quite concerned, then again her daughter is in prison so she had every right to appear concerned...or angry.
"Let me see," mom said as she held out her hand. I reluctantly put my chained hands into hers. I had forgotten I was here for an examination and that she was the nurse checking for my recovery. I begun making hurtful expressions to make it seem like it hurt at least a bit. My mom looked completely baffled and that's when I wanted to shout out the truth to her, of course she would think I'm a lunatic. After the small examination with a dead silence, she was relieved and surprised all at once. "Must be from you dad's side of the family because those healing genes are definitely not from me." I smiled and she joined. "Well I'll tell the sheriff and hopefully you'll be sleeping in your own bed tonight."
We both stood up and I asked, "So you just came to check my hand?"
"Considering your medical exams went missing, someone had to and someone also had to bail you out." I chuckled then the policeman came to take me back. "See you in a bit Sav!" I nodded my head and walked out the room.
For a while I thought that I was going to stay here for a while longer, but then the door opened and a familiar rude cop came to my viewing. "Savanna McCall, your charges are being dropped due to insignificant evidence and false accusations," he said as he opened the cell door. I realized it was the same man who arrested me and he was not happy that I was being let go. From his behavior, its almost safe to say that he was probably the one that saw me running away from the school. I don't know what came over me as I smirked at him with true victory. I could tell he was pissed only I didn't care one bit.
I was led to the front of the station where my mom was finishing signing some papers and Scott was there with a prideful smile. My mind seemed to have finally got the peace it needed after the long dreadful weekend. I did have slight doubt that Scott would get rid of the x-rays, since he did that meant I owed him some good food. Tonight I would finally sleep in my own room and just in time for school the next day. Great.
That night I would have had a marvelous dream if it wasn't for another horrific nightmare. I racing through the forest with hunters chasing me on one end and the Alpha on the other. Everything around me was a bit blurry and I had stopped for one second. That second caused a wolfsbane drenched knife violently sink into my shoulder blade. My body fell down as I screamed a bloody shrill and I was kicked to my side to see the cop that hated me so much with a gun in his hand. The gun pointed strait at my face and it wasn't a dream I could escape. I could feel my real heart beating fast into my throat.
BEEP! BEEP! BEE- I slammed my fist into my alarm without any hesitation. Broke the poor clock and sat straight up. My skin was sweating out of fear and I knew I couldn't go back to sleep. I wanted to just shake the dream out of my head so I went to take a shower before anyone else and begun getting ready to school afterwards. I said bye to my mom as she was trying to get Scott out of bed and I made my way to school.
I enjoyed walking to school because it gave me time to mentally prepare for school. That didn't actually help for when I arrived on campus. The first day back and I was already paranoid. I could hear conversations from the other side of the parking lot. I kept to myself most of that morning and then the bell rang. My body jolted a bit in shock and my ears felt like they were going to explode. That's when I truly felt bad for Scott. "Yeah, I heard someone got sent to jail for it! But we can't know for the whole underage protection law thing," a voice clearly said. I knew they were talking about me and everyone else that night. I attempted to look for the person, but confusion struck me as I couldn't find the source. I honestly thought I was going mentally insane as I looked around. My searched stopped as I found the girl walking in a class on the other end of the hallway. My mind was going haywire as I just clearly heard the girl as if she was standing right next to me.
"Are you just going to stand there, McCall?" My art teacher asked and I didn't even acknowledge the attitude as I simply went in and took my seat. I was gathering in all my abilities, including smell which would be disgusting during P.E and soccer...and Scott's lacrosse games/ practices. Besides those reasons, some people just didn't shower and I wanted to just spray them down with water and lots of soap. High schoolers can be revolting.
RING! The second passing period bell rang, I clutched my ears and practically slammed my head on the table form the throbbing pain. Everyone went silent for a split second to look at me aka the crazy girl of the day. I groaned in frustration as class begun. This was going to be one of the longest days of my high school career.
Chemistry finally came around and my ears weren't as sensitive to the bell as before. "Scott!" I yelled at my brother at the table in front of me. "How can I control this whole ear ache situation?"
Scott rudely replied, "Figure it out yourself."
"Sorry, I didn't realize my jerk brother was in today, " I replied with just as much attitude.
Scott got up from his chair to face me, granted I'm a few inches shorter. "Savanna, I suggest you shut up."
"How about you shut up?" I yelled. By this point there were people staring at us. The blood in my veins begun to bold and I could vaguely hear Stiles telling us both to calm down. "Tell Scotty here to one down the attitude." I pushed Scott. That was a huge mistake.
"How about you tone down yours?" He pushed me back with more force.
"Excuse me? Scott, I know everything is going insane-"
"You don't know what's going on-"
"Neither do you!"
"I know more than you."
I was about to tackle Scott when I heard a familiar voice, "Hey man, just let it go." That voice did help to calm me down. That's when I saw that it was Isaac who stepped in. He put a hand out to prevent me from getting any closer to my obnoxious brother.
"This is between me and my sister" Scott got threatening, I instinctively moved in front of Isaac and he grabbed my hand to hold me back.
"What is wrong with you? You're acting worse than Jackson."
"Whatever," Scott backed down.
"No wonder Allison broke up-"
"That is it!-" Scott said as he was about to lose it.
"Scott! Stop it!" Allison yelled. Just like that time stood still. The single moment of Allison's voice caused him to regain his composure. Throughout this fight his anger transferred over to me and the only reason I didn't change was because of that one hand holding me back. I didn't realize the effect Isaac Lahey had on me, it was similar to the one Allison had on Scott.
"McCalls! Keep your sibling arguments at home or you will be sent to the principle!" Mr. Harris said as he walked into the classroom. Scott and I glared at each other for one last time. He sat down on his seat and I let go of Isaac to grab my stuff and sat in the back with Erica. I think it would be for the best to not sit directly behind my scumbag brother.
When I placed myself next to Erica, she has an extremely shocked expression. "What?" I rudely said. A split second of a hurt expression was planted on her face. "I'm sorry, it's just been a very hectic weekend and day and Scott just got under my skin." I wanted to explain everything to her, after all Scott has Stiles so why can't I tell Erica? Erica can either be just as excited as Stiles or faint and think I'm a freak. It's a chance I'm willing to take...plus that would enable her to talk to Stiles more.
"It's fine... I understand," she said. I gave her an almost bone crushing hug before turning my attention back to class.
By the time lunch came around, my hearing became more adjusted to the loud noises. I waited outside Erica's computer design class and that's when Isaac walked out. "Oh. Hey, Isaac," I said and he curiously turned around since he probably didn't see me as he walked out. I walked up to him and said, "Um, I just wanted to say thanks for um...keeping me from tearing my brother into pieces." Literally.
He gave a small smile and said, "No problem."
For the next part, I don't know where I got the balls to do what I did. I kissed him on the cheek, very close to the lip. That's when I kind of freaked out and stuttered, " So yeah-thanks um just- Erica! I'll talk to you later." I rushed over to my best friend, who was watching the whole scene. I didn't even get to see Isaac's reaction or even let him say something as I grabbed Erica and practically ran to the lunch area.
We sat down and I immediately felt embarrassment rush over me. "What the hell? Dude, that was just embarrassing. Oh, why did I do that?"
Erica grinned and asked, "Savanna McCall, do you have an actual crush on someone?"
"This is not-yeah it-it's a high possibility that I have a crush on-"
"Savanna has a crush?" Stiles asked as he popped out of no where.
I immediately noticed Erica get very shy. A very wicked and mean idea popped into my head. "Stiles, can you explain why they let me go this weekend? Erica doesn't get it or I'm not good at explaining, but you, my friend, are an expert."
"Um yeah sure!" He got excited and Erica's eyes grew wide. Payback.
I faked that I got a text from Scott and said, "I gotta meet Scott real quick, I'll be back." Karma.
I knew Erica has a crush on Stiles and leaving her alone with him was the only way to get her to speak to him. As for my crisis there was only on way to handle it and that was to avoid Isaac. I don't know what came over me, it was just something so sudden and too much in the moment. Do I regret it? Sort of. The only problem I had with it was that it was really awkward in the way that it happened. I will never look or act the same way around him ever again.
My best friend better be happy of the opportunity. I on the other hand spent the rest of lunch avoiding Isaac and Scott. It would have been so much easier if my hearing didn't trick me that they were five feet away from me instead of their actual ten yards away. Isaac was easy to avoid while Scott happened to be everywhere.
The last class came around pretty quickly and once it ended I ran out of the room. I just wanted to get home, away from all of the headaches. Apparently that was too much to ask for as a familiar voice called out, "Hey Savanna, do you have a second?"
I slowly turned around to face Isaac, "Sure, I just got to find my brother. So we can walk to lacrosse practice..." I applauded myself in my head for the well improvised thought as I saw his lacrosse stick and gym bag.
"Yeah that's fine, " his calming voice said.
"So what's up?" I tried to sound as casual as possible instead of an embarrassed teenage girl talking to her crush...which is what I was at the moment.
I could sense his nervousness rise as he begun to speak, "Um about what happened...why did you...kiss me on the cheek?"
I cringed at the question and knew he wanted to talk about that incident. I covered my face out of humiliation for a moment and said, "I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me. I'm not the type of girl to go and kiss any guy like that- I mean you're not any guy it's just- I..." Realizing that I was just humiliating myself even more, I took a moment to gather my thoughts. "What I'm trying to say is that I don't go around kissing guys I have a crush on." Now he knows I have a crush on him, this was going perfectly. The one thing I wanted to do was run as far away from him as possible.
"Crush?...me? But I'm not some...Jackson." I would hear the regret in his voice and he had every right to feel like that because he was about to be told wrong.
I stopped walking and looked at him, astonished at his idea that I was attracted to guys like Jackson. "What makes you think I like pretty boys that pay more attention to their looks than I do with mine? I'm not a Lydia, I don't like douchebags." I could sense that he was a bit ashamed that he assumed that about me and I feel bad for making him feel bad. I continued to walk with him beside me and continued my speaking, "Just because my brother is slowly turning into one doesn't mean I like those types of guys, it just means I have more patience around them... sort of."
I heard him let out a small chuckle and I just smiled in return. "So what does all of this mean?" he asked with his heartbeat rising up a bit. I honestly did not know the answer myself only that he was going to be late to practice if we didn't hurry, I did begin to walk a bit faster.
There was an awkward silence until I stopped before the hallway leading to the boys locker room and simply said, "I don't know, but we can talk after practice which you're gonna be late for and I need to go talk to my coach." That short stillness forced me to remember that I had my own team to worry about.
"So I'll see you after practice?" I grinned and nodded my head. He gave his wonderful smile that gave me tiny butterflies in my stomach. "See you later." With that he jogged towards the locker room.
Meanwhile, I took the slowest stride to get to Coach Fletcher's office that I have ever taken because I didn't know whether or not I wanted to be on the team. I was ecstatic to continue playing this year and I wouldn't have such a struggle deciding if it wasn't for the newly established, anger driven beast within me that could easy cause a huge problem on the field. Scott already had issues controlling himself in lacrosse where the guys wear a bunch of padding and headgear. Soccer? None. If my wolf-ie side comes out the whole crowd would see my glowing gold eyes, distorted face, sharpened teeth and long razor blade nails. On top of all the wolf problems, I tend to get really rowdy and competitive on the field that had cost me many yellow and red cards thrown at me. There was clearly a lot of risk if I were to play this year.
There I was standing outside the office where I could clearly hear Coach Fletcher speaking on the phone. My heart managed to reach my throat due to my complete nervousness and fear of Coach Fletcher looking at me as a failure. I hated the feeling of letting anyone down even if they weren't a gigantic part of my life. I heard him hang up the phone and that's when reality struck. I waltzed right inside to see him a bit surprised to see me.
"Savanna! Hey..." His eyes averted to my arm. "Your cast is off! That's great! I also have good news for you since I'm assuming you want to start right away. I put you as a midfielder and let me tell you, the girls this year are pretty good and I'm hoping this year we could win regionals. So tomorrow-"
I felt utterly bad for cutting him off, but I had to rip off the bad news like a band aid. "Coach, sorry it's just..." I took a deep breath before continuing. "I can't play this year." There it was, the face of confusion followed by disappointment. I felt like a complete loser. Failure. I was about to say my excuse, but he beat me to the punch.
"I heard about your outburst with your brother today. Is something going on that I should know about?" That threw me right off guard. For a moment I forgot that teachers actually talk to each other and then I chose to go along with family issues instead of my anger issues that Scott used, and failed, to Finstock.
"...Yeah. That's actually why I can't play. There's just been a lot of family issues going on and I really want to work on it with both my brother and mom. I want to play, I really do, I just feel that my attention should be focused on my family..." I hoped that my new abilities enhanced my lying skills. There was a tense silence that did not help me understand Coach Fletcher's unreadable expression. I couldn't handle it anymore, that's when I blurted out, "I'm sorry! I- just can't...at least not for a while."
He looked astonished at my tiny outburst and helped calm me down by saying, "Don't be sorry. It's just a sport. I've known you since you were in middle school and I know you wouldn't be quitting if it wasn't something important to you. It's fine, there's always next year." As much as he wanted to keep me calm, I could still read his face and sense his emotions, they both clearly read disappointment and sorrow. A part of him was understanding and that's what kept my peace of mind towards the sport that meant so much to me. He did understand even if I thought, in the moment, that he just viewed me as a complete let down.
"Phew! Well that is a relief...so I'll see you around Coach," I said as I slowly made my way towards the door. Since that was done with, I really just wanted to relax and watch the lacrosse team practice. This gave me time to get myself together and learn how to control my new inner animal.
"Yeah, of course. I hope everything at home gets settled," he said as he gathered some paperwork.
"Thanks!" I said and basically ran out the door. I felt as if a huge weight came came off my shoulders. It was good to know that I didn't have that high risk of changing in front of a crowd and it saved me from a bunch of government science experiments. After being completely free from that pressure, I begun to think of ways to tell Erica about my condition.
My mind came up with various different methods to tell her with numerous different outcomes. All I knew was that I had to tell her soon, I wanted to have someone to vent to like Scott to Stiles. Everything left my mind as I walked up to the field just in time to see Scott brutally injure Danny. It was definitely not the usual Scott today. Everyone ran to Danny and I smelled blood coming out of Danny's obvious injury. I joined the crowd and knocked down my brother out of anger while he was taking off his helmet.
"Ouch," I heard Stiles say as he walked towards Scott. I saw Danny's damaged face and I wanted to punch Scott in the face. This was Danny, not Jackson, he wasn't some jerk who deserved it which is why the whole team, minus Scott, was worried about their treasured goalie. Lydia came running up and I turned back around to Stiles. I grabbed his jersey and walked a few yards away from everyone. "What the hell is going on with Scott? Is it because of the full moon tonight? If it is then we are totally screwed."
I absolutely forgot why I even dragged Stiles away from everyone once he mentioned that the full moon was tonight. "Wait-what? The full moon is tonight?"
"Yeah and wolf-man Derek is no where to be found which means it's you and me tonight controlling whatever that is," Stiles said as he did a hand motion towards Scott's direction. Knowing Scott, he was probably listening to the conversation. That's when it hit me; Stiles didn't know that Peter turned me into a werewolf.
"He hasn't told you?"
"He who? Scott? Is there something I'm missing? Something that would help with the whole full moon?"
I looked at Stiles in the eyes and said, "Stiles, I'm a werewolf. The Alpha bit me the night we were stuck here. That's why I was wearing Derek's jacket so everyone wouldn't see my bloody waist." Better bluntly telling him the news instead of lying until it was too late.
Stiles was not prepared for that news and simply said, "That will definitely not help us tonight..." It took him a moment before turning into semi-panic. "You too?! Who's next? Erica?!-"
A loud whistle came from Coach Finstock that caused both of us to be startled a bit. He yelled, "Bilinski! On the field!"
"Bilinski?" I asked. Stiles just rolled his eyes, waved it off and ran off. This was a night I wasn't prepared for and hopefully wouldn't hurt anyone. I wanted to cry and panic, but something within me prevented me from freaking out. I waltzed over to the benches where there were a few students scattered across. My attention wasn't focused on the terrible lacrosse practice, but on my phone displaying Erica's name and the nervous question I needed to ask her flowing through my mind. The screen displayed a message I kept erasing and rewriting: 'I need to show you something tonight. It's reallly important. Oh and Scott and Stiles will be there too.' I kept trying to convince myself to not bring her, but she had to know. The split second I had complete confidence, I pressed the send button...then immediately regretted it and couldn't do anything because it had been successfully sent. My mind was racing to different conclusions and then she replied within a few moments. 'Okay' was all she replied. I relaxed a bit with my heart still reaching incredible speed.
Coach Finstock blew the loud whistle and my ears felt as if they were being stabbed with a knife. I refrained from wincing and it caused a mind bursting headache. That was enough for one day and decided to go home, but I had to first say bye to Isaac since he was the reason I was staying to watch the lacrosse team practice. I reached the benches where all the guys were taking a short break. I found Isaac away from everyone and texting. From his bare wrist I could see a clearly bruised arm. I startled him as I said, "That's pretty crazy bruise you got there, lacrosse?"
"Uh, um yeah." Liar. I could tell from his slightly quivering voice and his heartbeat sped up as he agreed. Even if I was still human I could tell he was lying due to his terrible lying skills.
"Ouch. Anyways, I have to head out. I got a horrible headache and even looking at my brother makes it worse." He simply nodded and the atmosphere once again turned into a bit of awkwardness that I attempted to quickly get rid of, "I can give you my number and we can talk later, if you'd like..."
"Yeah, yeah that'd be awesome," he answered and he handed me his phone. Luckily my mom had the same phone and I didn't have to struggle to put in my number, that would have just embarrass me even more.
I handed his phone back and said, "So I guess I'll hear from you later?" I took a few steps back.
"Yeah," he mumbled.
"Great, so don't get beat up too much," I replied.
"What?" he clearly asked as his heart rate sped up a bit.
"Lacrosse practice, it tends to get brutal," I said and I wondered what I thought I meant when I said not to get beat up. Another question for another day.
"Oh, yeah. I won't."
"Alright, bye." I took a few steps away.
"Bye..." he said and I nodded and walked away.
I was glad this day was almost near it's end followed by the night and I had a feeling tonight was going to be just as draining. Mom was still asleep when I got home and I made myself a snack before falling asleep on my bed. If tonight was going to be a full moon then I needed my rest. After what Scott told me how the full moon felt, I had to be more awake to be in control. Within seconds of finishing my apple, I knocked out on my bed.
My door shut and it was my mom checking in before her graveyard shift. That was my wake up call and I bounced right up. Rather then going down and saying bye, I stayed in my room and actually started an essay for english. Unlike other times, I actually was focused and determined to finish the essay. Then I heard chains downstairs then my mom and Stiles talking before she left for her shift. I waited for him to come upstairs. He opened my door and spoke, "Sav, I brought a bunch of stuff that-"
"There's no way I'm putting any of those on me," I interrupted as I looked up from my laptop. "Besides, I'm not the one who beat up Danny or tried to kill me during chemistry." I closed my laptop and jumped off my bed to talk to Stiles properly. "Listen, Erica is coming and I kind of need you to be there for her. The possibility of a freak out is high and I don't want to cause a seizure. So I'm asking you to be there to calm her down, please?"
Stiles was a bit stunned for a moment before replying, "Yeah, of course. Now! Let's get down to business and how to lock both of you up." He grinned from obviously ignoring my previous comment.
"Cool, only Scott is here so we can't really talk about it. I'm trusting you to tie HIM up. Okay? Great." I was shutting the door as he was saying something about mom saying that Scott wasn't home. Unlike my mom I could hear Scott breathing in the other room.
A few moments when by and no answer from Erica. I was sitting at my desk, attempting to finish my math homework, but Erica's absence got me a bit nervous. What if Derek scared her to not come? Or Scott? Or maybe Scott told her and now she doesn't ever want to see me or even return my texts. Then an unknown feeling came to my body and I heard Erica come in the front door. "I'm in my room!" I shouted at her. Then my hands started to shake and claws begun to grow. Erica greeted Stiles before opening my door.
I looked up to the full moon and realized Erica was right on time. "Hey Erica-um I'm a werewolf. It's a full moon and well-ahh!" I screamed as a surging pain ripped down my spine. My vision started to enhance even more along with my other senses.
Stiles came running in and stuttering, "What?- Scott isn't- how?- Sav, why are you changing?" I could sense Stiles' panic along with Erica who was on the verge of a mental breakdown from what she was witnessing.
"I don't know!" I let out another groan of pain followed by a small scream. Everything around me begun to change. There was a sudden bolt of energy passing through my body and it was almost immediately followed by an immensely unbearable pain. I wanted to run away only that was completely impossible. I could sense Erica going into panic mode. Her voice was faded and I couldn't tell what she was saying, only that she was screaming my name.
Before I completely lost touch of my humanity I yelled, "Run! Now!" Within seconds of her brief hesitation Stiles grabbed her out of the room. Then IT overpowered every single fiber of my helpless body. I must have escaped through the window because the next thing I fully realized were the various Beacon Hills trees surrounding me from every angle.
All my actions were based upon my senses that were kicked into overdrive. Nothing made complete sense except for the undeniable crave for something...blood. That didn't seem to take long as voices came from another part of the preserve. There was no time wasted as I sprinted in that direction. I wasn't able to control my desire to head in that direction. This experience was not exactly what I had in mind, it was much worse. It was as if the only thing drilling through my mind were those voices and nothing else.
As I got closer to the voices, I smelt a campfire and laughter within the site. The beast within wasn't just going to jump in, I waited. I waited until some people left, that's when I decided to act upon my instincts and I begun to run towards the few who stayed. A sudden force threw me far from the campsite. I collided with a gigantic tree and went strait face down to the dirt along with branches that I ripped off. All of the sudden the rush of energy vanished from my utterly tiresome body. Everything returned to its regular supernatural state except for the branch in my waist. Footsteps came closer to me and I didn't need to look up to know who it was. "Derek."
"Savanna," he plainly said. I turned around to face up and see his beautifully sculpted face. I groaned out of the pain and exhaustion.
I rolled my eyes before replying, "I guess I owe you a thank you."
"That's one way to put it," his usual grouchy voice said. I slowly stood up since I did not want to damage my body with the huge tree branch sticking out, I leaned against the tree trunk for support. I was too emotionally exhausted to fully realize Derek's judgement. "How was it?"
I wasn't sure if he was joking or being serious. I took a few deep breaths before answering his question. "Is it always going to be this intense?"
"No, but I can teach you to make it...less intense." I simply nodded my head, after all I did need any help I can get if it meant I could control the beast within. I trusted Derek when it came to this new wolf stuff. "Find something meaningful yourself, like Scott or your mom or dad- "
"Ha! Thats hysterical, as if my jerk of a father would be helpful, in any case it would make me even more angry." I glance over to Derek who was annoyed that I interrupted. I guiltily looked down and softly said, "Sorry, continue."
"Bind yourself to that person, to that feeling and that will keep your humanity bound to the wolf. You'll have more control during the full moon." I didn't say anything since I was trying to remove the damn tree out of my body. Derek huffed and turned me around without a warning and he yanked out the branch. A scream would have escaped my lungs if it wasn't for my newly acquired pain tolerance.
"Thanks for that...and the advice." I could physically feel the cells of my body healing itself while my muscles begun to just be sore. If it wasn't for his words of wisdom, I'd tell him thanks for throwing me against the tree and getting the tree branch stuck inside of me. "How's Scott?"
Derek rolled his eyes, as usual. "He's about to make a huge mistake like you, I'm going to go stop him."
I turned around and simply said, "Good luck, I have a friend to explain everything that happened. Make sure Scott doesn't kill anyone." I didn't have to turn back around to know that Derek already left. I aimlessly walked towards my home. This night had already overran it's course.
I reached my house and no blue jeep around. I took a deep breath before opening the front door. When I got to my room, I changed my shirt and noticed a note on my bed. 'Sav, I don't know what just happened, but Stiles explained a lot to me and I'm excited and scared all at once. I know we'll talk soon. Stiles took me home. I have you get back at you for that, maybe I'll call Isaac for you ;) Goodnight. Hope you got home safe - Erica' I smirked at her note and a huge relief washed over me knowing that she wasn't resentful.
This night triggered my minor paranoia more than usual and I couldn't be home alone at the moment. I jumped out my window, landed on the pavement and started to walk around the neighborhoods of Beacon Hills. My mind was blank as I took each step. I was exhausted along with serenity. I knew this night was over for me and I was grateful that I was just back to my human side. The overwhelming feeling was enough for me to be happy that it only came during the full moon. It was far too much and I completely underestimated the night and my beastly impulses.
I entered Jackson's neighborhood and heard a disturbing struggling voice. Curiosity took the best of me as I reached the house with the hostile feeling spewing out and I listened closely to find a window looking down into the basement. The man was locking some type of freezer, but I heard another person only there was no other body in view. I noticed my shadow on the floor and quickly moved away. I stayed down and listened carefully. I heard the man mutter, "Idiot". His footsteps descended to the second floor where he went to sleep in just few minutes. Slow deep breaths came from somewhere and that's when my logic kicked in, the breathing came from inside the freezer. I had to help whoever was inside. The window was sealed by a rusty lock. I pushed it and failed. Pushed and failed. Pushed and failed. Kicked and almost kicked off the entire window. I wasn't even worried about the damaged window, I just jumped right inside.
The scent became vastly familiar. Isaac.
His father, I'm assuming, left the keys right on top. Idiot. Isaac's breathing became more sturdy and he felt terrified. I was more petrified of what I was about to find inside. I kept my mind on my mom so that I wouldn't lose control. I held on to the key for a few seconds before actually entering it into the lock.
I reached the keys and carefully inserted it, then the lock clicked right open. His breathing halted and that's when I noticed my heart pounding against my chest. I lifted the metal top and it revealed a petrified Isaac that turned confused in under a second. I was speechless at the sight. He sat up and was going to say something, only nothing came out. We were looking at each other with utter confusion in pure silence.
Never in my life would I have thought Isaac was being abused. Now I was at loss for words...until I remembered the bruise on his arm. "Your dad have you that bruise, didn't he?" I asked as I lightly touched his forearm. He twitched a bit. He wasn't saying anything and I simply asked another question. "Isaac, how long has this been going on?"
His gaze was avoiding mine until I asked the question. He glanced at me with his pale blue eyes. "Since my brother died..." He murmured. I wouldn't have heard him if it wasn't for my enhanced hearing, hell, if it wasn't for my hearing I wouldn't have found Isaac in a freezer. "You shouldn't be here."
"I'm not letting you be in there with barely any air. That's just not gonna happen."
Those pale blue eyes halted every protest.
A small silence came through and I didn't mind after the long night. I had I focused on wiring down, and to steady Isaac's heartbeat. After a few minutes Isaac's heart came back to normal. I reached a point of peace and looked over at Isaac who had his eyes closed. "So why were you walking around at one in the morning?"
I sat down against the freezer, Isaac got out and sat down next to me. "I heard a damsel in distress and I just couldn't resist...and I hate being home alone." A small chuckle came out of him. The quietness begun once more, but I acted out to avoid the anymore awkward silences. "How about I tell you why I hate being home alone and after you can tell me about why you're in here, if you want. I don't want you to tell me anything you don't want to... " A genuine, warm smile was plastered on my face.
"...Alright," he said as he sat up a bit straighter, and looked curiously at me. "So Savanna McCall, why do you hate being home alone?" That small moment of hesitation caused my breathing to stop and I zoned out for a split second.
I took a deep breath before answering to those pale blue eyes of Isaac Lahey.
I rewrote the ending on 8/23/15, it was killing me how it previously was.
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