There will be no more similarities to the show in this chapter! I promise! Scott and his mothers actions will be competently different from there reactions in the show! I hope you enjoy it!
Scott had elected to drive home. His mother was still so shaky she would probably end up wrecking the car if she'd driven. At one point, she's tried to open her mouth to speak, but the only thing that came out were sobs, he wasn't sure what she was attempting to say, but he could see she was trying to communicate with him. Scott wasn't entirely sure he was much better driving right now than his mom was, his mind was wondering and he found it very hard to stay focused on the road, but at least he wasn't shaking. When he's asked for the keys to drive, she didn't say anything, she just handed them over to him with a dazed expression on her face. That worried him.
"Will she think of me differently now!?"
"Will she hate me!?"
"Is she afraid of me!?"
"Oh God! What if she leaves!? What if she doesn't want anything to do with me!?"
These were just a few of the thing that were going through Scott's mind as he drove him and his mother home that night. He had already lost his dad when he was younger, he couldn't lose his mom too. He would never admit it out loud, but he did miss talking to her, the way they use to talk, almost like they were friends. But after he got bit, that changed, they just weren't close anymore, and he wasn't the same kid he was then. He'd changed. And not just being a werewolf, he'd seen things, that he could never un see, thing he wished he'd never seen. He was different now, he'd grown up so much in the past 4 months, he wasn't just a kid anymore, he was a young man. One who would do anything to protect those he loved.
Melissa's mind was was everywhere too, going over the events of that night over, and over again. Trying to find some reasonable explanation for what she'd seen, hoping that she had just been seeing thing because of all the stress she had been in.
That's possible right? She thought. Severe stress can sometimes cause hallucinations. I'm sure that's all it was. She was trying to convince her self of that, and she nearly succeeded, when she saw the whole in Scott's shirt and was reminded of him being shot. She did a double take, and looked back at his abdomen where he had been shot. Nothing. No blood, no bullet wound, nothing. So that really happened!? Oh my God that did! That really happened! My son... Scott...
Melissa trailed off in her thoughts, and began crying again at the memory. This only made Scott more nervous. He glanced over at her and saw her crying, then looked back at the rode. She really does hate now... Tears slowly began to form in his eyes and spilled over the edges, running down his cheeks. Steeling another glance at his mother, he saw her still in shock, crying and looking out the passenger window. She hadn't even noticed that he was crying now too, not hysterically like she was, but he was still crying.
Scott wanted to say something to her, to comfort her, but how do you comfort your mom when she just discovered that your a werewolf? What to you say to her? What can you say to her? He pulled into the driveway, took the keys out of the ignition, and unclasp his seat belt. Melissa did not. She was crying so hard, and was in so much shock, she hadn't even seemed to notice the car stopped.
Careful not to spook her, he clicked the button that would release her seat belt and got out. He walked over to her door and opened, extending his had to offer her help. As much shock as she was in, he thought she might need it. But Melissa didn't take his offer, instead she got out on her own and began walking up the walkway leading to the house. Sighing, Scott closed the door, but when he turned back around, he saw his mother had collapsed on the ground in tears. "Mom!" he yelled running over to her, "Are you okay?" Scott knelt down next to her, tears starting to build in his eyes again. "Mom?" he asked again, this time, his voice more shaky, "Are you okay?" She didn't answer, fighting back tears he added, "Come on, lets get you to bed."
Scott puts an arm around his mothers back, and carefully took hold of one arm helping her up off the ground, and slowly walked up the steps and in to the house, keeping a hold on her so that she wouldn't fall again. This time, she didn't refuse his help. Scott helped her up the steps, down the hall, and then helped her get into bed. She was still in her scrubs from work, which Scott guessed was close enough to pajamas. He covered her up, tears still in his eyes and whispered, "Good night mom, I love you." before turning around to go to bed. As he reached the door, he was stopped by a soft, scared voice. "You too." his mom whispered back. He smiled a little.
Maybe she didn't hate me after all. Scott thought as he quietly walked down the hall to his room. I'll give her tonight. To let everything sink in a little more. We'll talk in the morning. Laying down in his bed, Scott sighed and fell asleep. He wasn't relaxed at all, not after tonight, but his body was worn out, he needed sleep, and soon found it.