-Chapter Two-

Tapping her nails against the table, she stared at the screen where she had just finished her history assignment, the one due four weeks ago, only for her to ask for more time with it, not feeling a completion with it. Staring at her hand, she went back to the memory, more like a vision, that she had seen when Scott had touched her hand during the morning. Sky had managed to make it seven years with the visions, the pain the she felt because of them, and she somehow controlled them, making it slightly less painful to feel them, but more intense in what was happening. The visions were of the past, present, and future, mostly telling what a person is into or what secret's they're hiding, which she hated to find out. Several years she has spent avoiding touch, but it always comes back to holding hands or to touching her face, or to even bump into her in the hall, accidentally touching her bare skin. Sometimes, if she was lucky, instead of seeing anything, see could hear what they were thinking about, or what would happen in the future, or what happened back in the past. Pulling herself together, she pushed back her chair, standing up and swinging her bag around her shoulder, leaving her to exit the room, heading out of the school.

"Sarah," The clicking of high heels told her that it was the school's one, the only Lydia Martin that just left her out in the rain like a lost puppy or a homeless kitten. "Right?"

"Scarlett, but you don't care." She corrected her, knowing that names weren't her thing and that correcting her wouldn't change what she was called.

"My friend, Allison, wants to know why you were talking with Scott and Stiles?" Lydia questioned, not bothering to remember her name as she focused on the reason why she was talking to her.

"Just something to do with a video." Sky mumbled as she tossed all of her hair to her left side of her face, about to leave.

"I'll make sure to tell Allison." Lydia answered, going down the hall as she left her alone, walking to the doors just as the bell rung, telling everyone the day had ended.

Heading outside, she saw a figure waiting by a 2014 Jeep Liberty, the figure walking closer to show as her father that was coming towards her.

"No." Gasping, she wrapped a left hand around her mouth as everyone started coming outside, crowding around the scene.

Backing up a little, she turned to look away, only to look back to see that it was her father that was standing there, smiling. A smile forming on her face, she looked at him, him looking slightly different with his black hair grown out a little and him a little taller. After a couple years, he'd be twenty-eight at the moment, but his face said younger, almost around twenty. Running towards him, she jumped into his arms, him swinging her around before stopping, holding her as she cried into his arm, the tears being happiness.

"You're here." She whispered into his ear, not letting go as the whole school was practically watching them, Scott and Stiles among the crowd.

"I'm never going anywhere again." He whispered back, hearing her crying as he knew it was happiness, him touching his daughter in the first five years.

Being let down, she looked into his eyes, her smile still across her face as she whispered, cupping her hands over her mouth, lowering them as she whispered, "You've been gone for five years."

"Seems like five hundred years, but it was worth the wait to see your mom's face and your's." He told her, noticing the crowd around them which left him a little nervous for some reason.

"Wait," Un-cupping her mouth, she pointed her pointer fingers at her father, her hands still at her mouth as she went on. "We have five years of birthdays, Christmas's, Fourth of July's, and all those other celebrations on those days to make up."

"What shall we start with?" He asked, seeing her cover her mouth, uncovering it as she let out a small smile, showing it to her father.

"My birthday, of course," She whispered as she suddenly noticed the crowd that was around them, her becoming a little nervous. "Could we, um, you know?"

"Leave, of course," He caught on, about to get in the driver's seat when he saw her face, knowing what it would be asking. "You can drive us home, alright? You can drive, can't you?"

"Why else would they give me this piece of plastic?" Pulling out her driver's license's, she walked up to the front seat, slipping in on one side as her father got in on the other, her tossing her bag in the backseat.

Laying in her bed with her favorite pair of Low-Rise Cut-Off shorts, a Navy Layered Multi-Strap Cami top, and her black hair held tightly in a ponytail that was on top of her head, a few strands dangling next to her ears, Sky was writing her Spanish essay for Spanish, of course.

"Hey," Her father said, opening the door as he came in, sitting next to her as she finished the sentence she was on, looking up to her father. "Homework?"

"Spanish." Sky replied, getting up as she swung her legs over the end of the bed, leaning against her father's chest.

"Your mom told me that you can type fifty-seven words per minute, can hack anything in twenty seconds, and can read over two thousand words per minute. Never had I known my daughter would be the smartest girl in Beacon Hills." Her father complimented her, a small smile appearing on her face as she snickered, looking up into her father's eyes.

"Thirty seconds," She whispered, turning to her father as she continued on with what she was correcting him on, getting used to it. "I can hack anything in thirty seconds."

"You get smarter every single second, don't you?" Her father said as he held her face, looking in her deep blue eyes as her smile brightened up the room.

"You have to leave, don't you?" Sky asked, breaking away from her father as she stood up, feeling like she was going to break down in tears.

"What do you suggest that?" Her father asked, knowing what she said was true, only wanting to know how she knew it.

"Every single time you bother to lay down a compliment to me, you always finish the conversation with, 'I'm going to be leaving for a trip.' The last time you told me those words, you were in prison." Turning to the window, she pushed a few tears back, not wanting to break her emotions in front of her father, but she knew she was going to.

"It's for a week, if that helps. Not five years this time." Her father said, trying to grab her shoulder as she was walking away, only for her to turn around, no stopping the tears from flowing anymore.

"Ho- How could you just leave me- us, again? You say you'll be back, but you never are and I'm stuck, wondering if you'll be back in the time you tell me or if you'll never come back. Dad," Turning around, she continued, whispering as her tears fell, "You should have never came back," before walking away, leaving her father in her room.