Monsters | Stiles Stilinski

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑𝟑

MARIN MORRELL HAD A RADAR. That woman knew exactly when I was about to leave school to skip and she was always there to pull me back into the building and into her office for a counselling session. She never organised sessions with me, she just found me in the corridor or trying to leave and suggested I come to her office.

As always, each time she pulled me into her office I was reluctant to talk to her for more reasons than one but once I answered one question she always managed to break through me. She was certainly good at her job as a counsellor, I'd give her that, because it wasn't until Stiles texted me did I realise the time. I'd been sitting in her office for an hour and twenty minutes now, offloading my problems by lying about what they truly were. It had worked too because I'd felt a whole lot better than what I had before I walked into her office.

Stiles' message though had made me realise the time and I lost my train of thought as I looked to my phone on the desk.

I'm not sure where you are but Scott
and I think Derek is going to change
Boyd. I'm going to his house to find him.

I re-read the message before checking the time and seeing it just after 1:15. I had fifteen minutes before my afternoon classes started and I hadn't even had anything to eat yet. I knew though that I could sit in this office until the end of the school day and talk because now that I'd started I felt I could tell her everything I needed to get off my chest.

Noticing my eyes flickering to my phone, Morrell looked to the clock on her wall and she sat back in her seat, "Well, we've certainly been talking a lot longer than I expected."

I nodded then, "Yeah."

"Alex, I want to see you regularly." She said to me then, "Every Thursday morning."

I released a deep sigh before nodding. There was no point in fighting it anymore. I didn't have any reason to not see Morrell, especially when it was clear talking about my problems made me feel better. I didn't want to admit I needed the counselling but I did. This was for the best.

"Okay." I said to her, "Every Thursday morning."

She nodded, smiling in the satisfaction of knowing she had managed to break through the walls I had build up against her, "Now, even though it was Sheriff Stilinski who reached out to me I have to inform your legal guardian that you'll be coming under my care."

I pressed my lips together then. Morrell informing my dad I was going to be receiving counselling stood to be somewhat of a problem. Opening up to her was hard enough for me. Opening up to my dad was something that I just couldn't do and he would want me to do so. He was someone I couldn't talk to, I didn't see him as such. Our relationship as father and daughter was broken. He didn't feel like a father to me, merely someone I lived with — or used to live with. We didn't have a bond or a special connection and we hadn't for as long as I could remember.

"He's going to want to know why." I told her.

She nodded, "I accept that. I have to inform your dad about what we are working on but I don't have to tell him about what we discuss."

"Okay." I nodded slowly.

She leaned forwards then and placed her elbows on her desk, "I have a feeling you and your dad have a few unresolved issues." She said to me.

I pressed my lips together into a thin line before I swallowed. I met Morrell's curious gaze, noticing the way her thinly shaped brow arched high and I contemplated what I would say to her. She was absolutely right, my dad and I had issues but they were issues I was not remotely prepared to talk about. The stem those issues branched out from — fed from — was too thick for me to tackle. I couldn't do it. If there had been one underlying problem that caused our relationship to strain then yes, perhaps I would be willing to talk to her about it, but there were several reasons as to why my dad and I didn't see eye to eye.