Distance [Derek Hale]

Chapter Eight

Stirring the cereal around in the bowl, she contemplated what reaction she'd get from everyone if she threw the radio across the room. It was too cheerful. Too happy and completely ignorant of the events which had been happened. "Beautiful Monday morning! Beacon Hills High School is back open after being closed Thursday and Friday. Police search continues for alleged killer Derek Hale-" the radio announcer finalised and she quickly reached out smacking her hand on the off button to shut it off. She wanted to cry again, but she didn't like crying unless she was in the shower and she'd already had a shower that morning.

"We are watching his family's house. Maybe he'll wind up there?" Noah said, and she couldn't help but feel sick at the reminder. She'd been making out with someone covered in blood like an actual moron right after he'd just tried to kill her brother. Noah's eyes spotted Stiles who was loitering on the other side of the kitchen. None of them noticed her of course, "Give me a second- Don't you have a test to get to?"

"What's going on? Did you find Derek yet?" Stiles asked and she dropped the spoon in the bowl. Everything seemed to have some odd fascination with him and they could never just stay away from her when they spoke about him. It was like it was mandatory for her to be around.

"I'm working on it. You go take your test."

"All right, Dad, listen to me-"

"Go!" Stilinski cut in, and Margo looked between them. She didn't feel like saying anything. It was like for her to speak she'd have to create an entire language just to express who disgusting and angry she felt.

"This is really important! You have to be careful tonight, okay? Especially tonight."

"Stiles, I'm always careful," Noah assured, but it wouldn't assure his son anything. Not when he was aware of the supernatural world which surrounded them.

"Dad, you've never dealt with this kind of thing before, okay? At least, not like this."

"I know. Which is why I brought in people who have," he admitted and Stiles looked to his dad confused whilst Margo continued to stare between them waiting to hear what was going to happen. "State detective. Go take your test." He finalised.

Stiles groaned out of annoyance before he turned around jumping as he saw Margo sat at the table, "Jesus Mal! We're going to have to get you a bell!" He snapped, and she rolled her eyes pushing herself up to her feet.

"I go by Margo, Stiles. You know that" she scoffed and he frowned confused as she emptied out the bowl and began to clean it. She just couldn't eat any more.

"You okay?" He asked, trying to understand it and she sighed not even feeling the energy to say anything.

"I'm fine," she muttered as she turned to get to the stairs and return to her cave of misery.

She couldn't get over the fact that whilst her brother had been fearing for his life, she'd been making out with a murderer. A murderer who she'd been friends with for around seven years and for who she loved more than anything. Were there signs that she had missed? She supposed him living in a burnt down house should have been one of them, but she was just so happy that her friend was back and that she'd finally been with someone who she didn't feel invisible around.

Making it back to her room, she collapsed into her desk chair and brought her laptop closer to herself. She wanted to write something. To get out of the life she was currently trapped in but it was so hard to do when the sadder she was the harder it became to write. It was like she needed some form of happiness to do anything.

Biting down on her lips, she pulled up the documents she'd written the other day when she was happy and began to read through them. She hadn't touched them since the words had spilt out of her and maybe, just maybe, they would be something decent. Except, every word she read only brought more pain because in front of her was nothing but a mess of words reminding her as to why she had been happy. She'd basically wrote a biography except she'd changed the names.