Regression to the Mean>> (Teen Wolf) Book Four

Breaking and Rebuilding

I pulled up to the loft my stomach turned some I haven't been here so long and a part of me hopes he is here still.

I let out a breath pullout the key, the paper with the code he had given me and grab my bags and walk up to the building.

I walk up to the sliding door unlock the door and punch in the security code so the alarm doesn't sound.

"Derek?" I call.

I'm meant with silence. "Of course you're not here, my aunt is a serial killer, my grandfather is a psychopath and my best friend accused me of murder, things were going too easy for me."

I flick on the lights and walk towards the couch. I drop my bags next to it and notice a large manila envelope sitting in the middle of the coffee table.

It has my name written on it in large letters I open it and out slides some papers a pen and a phone with a charger.

"What the hell? He want a prenup? Or to adopt something? Does he even have a lawyer? Hell a tie or is just leather jackets and muscle shirts?"

I go to click on the small smart phone and of course it won't turn on and the battery in the red flashes.

"Of course." I mutter.

"Maybe he finally turned into a bond villain."

I take the phone and plug it in behind the wall. "Now we wait." I mutter.

I pick up the papers and start to skim them, it looks like they're paper work for the loft.

I put them down and start to look around, the bed is made and everything still looks like it was the last time we were there.

I walk over to the bed and notice something on the nightstand. The picture of us he usually kept there flipped down, I picked it back up and traced his face. My heart grew heavy. I put the picture down and began to pull open the drawers everything was empty, so was his dresser. I knew he didn't own many clothes but he at least had a full dresser.

Everything was gone. I run my hand through my hair. The only thing left here was the stuff I had left behind, a singular dresser drawer full of my stuff and some shoes. I walked over, to the kitchen and the dishes were all there, but nothing else he owned,not even an extra pair of shoes.

Panic starts to fill me. What happened? He was leaving stuff here still because he was still visiting.

The phone beeps, I rush over to it, maybe this will give me clues.

I turn it on and it has a generic wallpaper, I look through the messages and it is empty, no apps other than the generic ones and a banking app.

I put the phone down. "Come on Derek, I hate puzzles."

I look through the papers in the pile, one is a hand written note.

Open the phone go to the videos and press play

-Derek

I do as the note says. There's only one video and in the small frame I can see it's a video of Derek.

I click the video and it begins to play.

He starts by holding the phone then props it up on something and he's sitting there against the couch, but he doesn't look happy. I can't help but smile I miss seeing him so much.

"Hey Emily, so I know you're confused about everything and I hope this clears everything up. I left you this phone for a reason. There's a banking app and a card. It's an account I made for you to help you while I'm not around, after what happened with the deadpool I want to make sure you're taken care of. So you should find all that information in the papers also this loft is yours. I know with how everything's been lately you need your own space and being with your dad isn't an option so I hope this helps. Now for the rest of it."