Losing It ~ TeenWolf

Part 1

She was pretty, dark brown hair that resembled melted chocolate and flowed all the way down her back to the top of her hips. Her eyes were a beautiful blue, the same as a lake when the sun hits it at the perfect angle. Her cheek bones stuck out against her skin. Her skin was pale, almost white but her cheeks flushed with a bright pink and freckles were painted all over her face, down her nose, along her cheeks and forehead. A white scar marked her cheek, a few centimeters away from her eye, it rested on her cheek bone, defining her face even more. Her clothes hung loosely over her curves as she boarded the plane on her way back home.

Charlotte hadn't been home to see her family in four years after her mother sent her to a boarding school in France for 'odd behaviour' she had acquired one summer. She had mostly made up with her mother though, her father was a drunk and was never really in the picture. Her brother was her best friend for her entire childhood and she was so excited to see him. She was 13 when first sent away, making her only just having turned 17.

She got onto the plane and made her way to her seat. She sat down and fell asleep almost immediately, she hadn't slept at all the night before because of the anticipation of seeing her brother.

The next 9 hours, she spent asleep until she felt the aeroplane land on the ground and come to a stop. She looked out of the window and saw the outside of an American airport. A voice came onto the speakers but she mostly ignored it as she knew what she was doing, she stood up and walked over to the door just like everyone else did.

As soon as the doors opened, she made her way down the steps and then into the airport. She grabbed her bags and made her way outside and saw multiple taxis parked outside. She got inside one and requested her location.

"Beaconhills, please." She said and the driver took off on the hour long ride to her home town.

Once the taxi arrived outside her childhood home she passed the guy her money and stepped outside onto the pavement. She breathed in the air and was strangely comforted by the familiarity, the taxi sped off into the distance and Charlotte took a deep breath before she made her way to the door.

The house had changed a lot since she remembered it, the rose bushes had died, but they still looked beautiful, there weren't bikes just tossed onto the lawn, the gate had been painted black. The house itself hadn't really changed much, ivy still scaled down from the roof, but only on the side of the building, she could see that they'd got new curtains and a blind which allowed very little vision into the house. The door was still a bright red colour and she smiled at all of the memories that were coming back to her.

Inside the house, Liam, her brother, was impatiently pacing around the living room, he had been waiting for this day for weeks, he even prepared what he'd say when she walked through the door but now his script was gone. His mind was blank and he had no idea what to say.

His mother, on the other hand, was cleaning off the last of the plates in the sink, making sure everything was spotless for when she came home.

"Do you think she'll hate me?" Liam stopped pacing and looked at his mother, his hands clamped togethor.

"What?" She looked at him and stopped cleaning the plate in her hands.

"Charlotte, do you think she'll hate me?"

"What could she possibly hate you for?"

"I don't know, maybe she thinks I should've protested more about her getting sent away."

"Liam, you went on hunger strike for almost a week. Or at least you tried, we knew you were only saying that when all of the chocolate was gone from the fridge."