After we left the police station we went to Stiles house. Scott did not want to go back to the condo. He was still mad at our dad. Plus it would not have been a good idea to look through the pictures of the file there. We all agreed that it was not a good idea to go to Scott's either. His mom was home. She had taken some time off from work to deal with everything and would be home. I doubt she would want to meet me just yet.
So we ended up at Stiles. Neutral ground. Or Switzerland as Stiles was now referring to it.
I have only known him for about a day and I could already tell he was one of the funniest people I have ever known. He was always cracking a joke. Or making a sarcastic comment.
We hooked up our phones to Stiles printer and was printing out all of the pictures that we took. As they printed out we handed the pages off to Stiles who frantically spread them out over his floor trying to figure out the order of the pages.
Once everything was all printed out I looked back to Stiles.
"Okay I think I got everything." He said.
"Thana you take the papers on the floor in front of my door. Scott you get the ones by my desk. I will take the ones around my bed." He told us.
I could not help but laugh. He was supposed to organize them and split it so we could get through the files faster and the way he did that was by sections of floor.
"What's so funny?" He asked me.
"Nothing." I said as I looked up at Scott.
He gave me a look that told me he knew exactly what I was thinking.
I looked down at the pages that Stiles had assigned to me and was surprised that it all seemed to history. Like ancient history. There where print outs from the internet, old pictures, and family trees. Multiple there was no way it would fit on one piece of paper.
As I looked it over quickly I was happy to see that Stiles thought enough to not give me anything that would upset me. He gave me things that would answer who my family was. Not what happened to them. I had to assume that that stuff was split up between the two of them.
I started reading the first page and was shocked to see what was written on it.
"Did you know that my family founded this town in 1694?" I asked as I looked up from my file.
"What?" Stiles asked.
"No I did not." Scott answered.
"Yeah it says rite here they moved here from Salem Massachusetts in 1694 and bout all the land that the town is now built on. Apparently they were loaded. They built this huge mansion." I told them handing them a picture of it.
"Wow." Stiles said as he looked at it.
"How is it we have never seen this?" Scott asked.
"According to the map it is in the middle of some lake in the middle of the woods. Look it's still surrounded now by about twenty accurse of land." I told them.
"No one goes in those woods." Stiles said.
"Why is that?" I asked confused.
"They're supposed to be haunted." Scott said.
I let a laugh slip through my lips and expected them to do the same. They just looked at each other as if they just had some grand revelation.
"Any ways the construction of the house took ten years and was not finished until 1704."
"Where did they live until then?" Scott asked.
"Here I said." Pointing to a spot on the map.
Scott and Stiles looked at the map.
"There are you shore?" Stiles asked.
"Is there a picture of the house?" Scott asked.
I started to flip through the pages.
"Ummm yeah rite here." I said handing him a picture.
He took and then the two of them went silent.
"What is it guys?" I asked.
"This is where they lived?" Scott asked me. I was really getting annoyed.
"What is it? And stop asking me questions so you don't have to answer." I told him.
"It's the Hale house." Stiles said.
"Is that supposed to mean something to me?" I asked.
Neither of them answered. I could tell there was something going on.
"There was a fire there. The entire family was killed." Scott told me.
"Well not the entire family." Stiles said.
"How many survived?" I Asked.
"Three." Stiles answered.
"Two of them still live here. Derek and Peter." He said.
"Your friend Derek?" I asked him.
"Yes." Scott replied.
I could not help but think about the nightmare I always have. The fire and the screams. I could not imagine actually living through that.
"That must have been horrible." I said.
We just sat there quietly for a while.
"So what else does it say?" Stiles asked.
"They lived in the house until the castle was finished. Then they gave the house to a family friend. Along with ten Acers surrounding it." I told them.
"Who?" Stiles asked.
I looked down at the deed.
"The Hales." I said.
Scott snatched the paper from me like her did not believe what I was saying.
"It's true." He said.
"What else does it say?" Stiles asked.
I grabbed the paper back from Scott.
"It says that they lived in Beacon Hills just the two family's for five years until the town was built and the first family's moved in. In 1709."
"Pretty much after that little by little they started to sell off land to accommodate the size of the town. But the two families never sold of the land around there homes." I took a map of their property lines out and handed it to them.
"There lands overlap in the hills." I told them.
We then went back to going through our separate piles. There was nothing much going on in mine so I remained quite hoping that the other two would tell me what they found in there's.
"I can't believe this." I said under my breath but it got there attentions.
"What?" Scott asked.
"The town, that my family built turned on them. In the early 1800's the town accused the Tomes and the Hales of being devil worshipers. It got so bad that they become isolated to their land. There are so many reports, and complaints here. Up until 1864 then they stop." I told them and let an angry sigh out through my lips.
"What do the reports say?" Stiles asked me.
"Crazy shit. Ranging from noise complaints, to large fires, naked people in the woods. There's even one saying that the Tomes where keeping wild animals on their property."
"What kind of animals?" Scott asked.
"Wolves." I said. "What idiots." I through the papers on the ground in frustration.
"So basically my family was rich, built a town, was accused of devil worshiped, then banished to their house and harassed by the town they built. What did you guys find? There's nothing much in the papers after this. Just marriage and funerals."
Scott and Stiles looked at each other. Obviously they both found something but did not want to tell me.
"I swear to god if you don't tell me what you found I will hurt the both of you." I told him.
"Well I found something." Stiles said.
"What?" I asked.
"Your family's case is unsolved." He told me. "The day after the Hale fire your family just disappeared. At first the Tomes. You." He said pointing at me. "Where thought to have set the fire. You know because they took off rite after and the fact that they brought the Hales over with them from Salem. We now know that's not the case." He said.
"How do you know that?" I asked.
"Oh yeah Kate set the fire. She came back to town a few years ago. We found out it was her."
"How?" I asked.
"Well she came back to finish what she started." Scott told me.
"What happened to her?" I asked.
"Peter killed her." Stiles blurted out and Scott punched him.
"The Peter who lived through the fire?" I Asked.
"What happened to him?" I asked confused.
"He umm left for a little while." Scott said.
"But he's back know. You said he still lives here." I said.
"Yep." Stiles said.
"Why is he not in jail?" I asked.
"Self-defense." Stiles said.
"It's not something people like to talk around here ever. So don't bring it up. Ever." Scott told me.
Again I could tell they were lying. They weren't that good at it. I would find out the truth sooner or later no point making a big deal about it now.
I just shook my head. Telling them that I agreed.
Realizing that we got off topic I looked back to Stiles.
"So that's it? They don't know what happened?" I asked.
"Sorry. Everyone just disappeared." He said.
"Not everyone." Scott said.
"What?" We both asked at the same time.
"There was one surviving family member. Your aunt. She was not living with the family at the time. She lived with her husband and to kids." He said.
"This is great I can go talk to her and find out what she knows. Maybe she will know me." I said in excitement.
"What's her name?" I asked.
"Mrs. Tate." He said.
"You have got to be kidding me." Stiles yelled out.
"What's wrong?" I asked obviously not knowing why he reacted that way.
This was good someone from my family was alive. I had an aunt she was shore to remember me.
"Mrs. Tate is Malias mom." Stiles told me.
"So Malias your cousin." Scott said.
"Well I knew there was a reason I liked her." I said jokingly.
"Let's go. Call her right now and tell her we are coming over." I said excitedly.
"We can't." Scott said.
"Why not?" I asked angrily.
"She dies eight years ago in a car accident." Stiles told me.
I could do nothing but slouch back down onto the floor. Completely defeated. It felt like the wait of the world was placed upon my shoulders.
"So there is no one who knows my mother?" I asked more to myself then to them.
"That's not entirely true. There is Malia's father." Stiles said.
"Yes we can go talk to Mr. Tate he is bound to know something about my family."
"I'm sorry but it says that they interviewed him after. He never even met them. Your aunt was estranged from the rest of the family." Scott told me.
I swore the world is trying to hurt me.
"So there's nothing." I said.
Scott and Stiles where looking at each other as if they were discussing something again without words. I did not have the energy to even pretend like I care.
"That's not true." Stiles said.
"What?" I asked as I tried desperately to hold back tears.
"That there's nothing." Stiles answered.
"Yeah you have a cousin." Scott finished for him.
I thought about it. And he was rite. A little over a week ago I had no one. Now I had a father a brother and a cousin. I might not know much about my family or what happened to us ten years ago but this, this was a start.
"I just wish I could remember what happened?" I said.
"It probably has something to do with the Hale fire and the Tomes disappearance." Stile mumbled and Scott gave him a very angry look.
"Why would you say that?" I asked.
He looked scared to answer. Scared of Scott but he did not seem to forget that he also had reason to be scared of me because he answered.
"Well it happened ten years ago. The fire was the day before your family disappeared. You were found in Boston the night your family went missing." He told me and then posed. "That's what the cops are looking into rite now. By cops I mean your dad. He wants to know how you ended up in Boston only hours after your family disappeared." He told me.
I could not believe what he was telling me. If only I could remember I could probably tell the cops exactly what happened that night. If only I could remember.
I was lost in my thoughts. It was like I was the only one in the room. That was until the door behind me was opened hitting me in the back.
I moved forward a little so I could look behind me and Stiles dad peaked his head in the room. I moved more so he could open the door all the way.
He walked into the room and looked around at the mess that we had made.
"I don't want to know." He said throwing his hand up in the air.
"I just came to tell you." He said looking at me. "That your dad is here to pick you up."
"How did he even know I was here?" I asked as I gathered my things.
"He's probably keeping tabs on you." He mumbled under his breath.
I let out a deep sigh and looked back into the room.
"Thanks guys for all your help." I told them.
"No problem." Scott said.
"Pick you up in the morning." Stiles said.
This earned him not only a look from me, but from Scott and his dad as well.
"Yeah." I said.
Then I turned and walked down the stairs smiling. My dad was waiting down stairs by the door.
We walked to the car and drove most of the way home in silence.
The silence was only broken once by my dad who asked more to himself then to me.
"What is it with my kids always being with Stilinski?" He said.
"I don't know. I like Stiles. He's nice." I said.
His head snapped over to me with wide eyes.
"What?" He asked.
"Not like that. Calm down. He's just nice. Showing me around and stuff. Plus he has a girlfriend." I said giving me an idea.
"Malia. His girlfriend's name is Malia Tate. Do you know her?" I asked.
"Nope." He said as he looked back to the road.
The rest of the way home was spent in silence. I did not know why but he was lying to me about Malia. He had to know she was my cousin it said so in my file.