"It's the Nemeton. That's where she's keeping them" Stiles explains.
"It has to be" I add.
"Stilinski! McCall!" I hear my father's voice and I pause, sharing an annoyed look with Stiles.
"Ugh. All right, go to Derek, okay? He and Peter have been there before so they'll know where it is. Tell them it's the root cellar, all right? They'll know" Stiles explains to Lydia, who nods and rushes off.
We turn and I almost jump out of my skin as I see my father stood right there.
"Did you know your dad's car is in the school parking lot and has been since last night?" He asks Stiles.
"No. What does that mean?" Stiles lies.
"It means he's officially missing" My dad answers.
"I'm gonna have to ask you a couple more questions, but first I have to talk to my daughter. If you'll head into that room, I'll join you in a minute" He adds and Stiles looks at me.
I gulp, nodding at the boy and he heads into the room, brushing his palm against the small of my back as he passes me.
"What's up, Dad?" I ask curiously.
"I dropped by the house but no one was home. Where's your mom? Where's your brother? Because they aren't home and they aren't at school or work" He questions me and I fight back tears.
"I don't know. I didn't go home last night" I answer vaguely.
"Why didn't you go home last night?" He interrogates.
"I was with Stiles" I reply simply.
"Is he your boyfriend? Because I don't like the idea of you spending nights with boys" My dad says.
"You don't get to do that" I snap and he looks at me in confusion "You don't get to waltz in here and act like the protective father after years of dismissing me as if I didn't matter to you"
"Natalia-"
"No, Dad. Back in San Francisco I was hardly ever home but you never realised that because you were always working, and on the off days when we crossed paths you either ignored me completely or judged me like you were better than me" I rant, anger pouring out of me in waves "So you don't have the right to show up when I'm finally being seen and pretend that you care, about me or Scott"
Before he can reply, I storm into the room and slam the door behind me. Stiles looks up from the floor and I walk over to him, sitting down on the desk next to him.
"You okay?" He asks in concern "I heard the argument"
"I'm okay. He's just an ass" I sigh and Stiles chuckles.
"Tell me something I don't know" He comments and it makes me smile.
I open my mouth to say something but the door opens and my father walks in.
"Natalia, I have to speak to Stiles" He announces and I roll my eyes, slipping off the desk.
I turn to walk away but I feel Stiles grab my hand, pulling me back.
"I want her to stay" He states and I look at my dad who sits down on the teacher's desk.
"Okay. She can stay" The man nods and I make a move to sit down but I realise that Stiles is still holding my hand in his, so I stay standing next to him.
"Stiles, why am I getting the feeling you know something that could help us find your dad?" Detective McCall asks as Stiles runs his thumb over my knuckles, my stomach doing flips due to his touch.
"If I did, why would I not tell you?" Stiles retorts.
"If it meant helping your dad, why wouldn't you?" My dad asks.
"So you're asking me to tell you what I wouldn't not tell you?" Stiles asks curiously and I bite my lip to stop myself from smiling.
"First, I have no idea what you just said. Second, how about you just help me help you?" My dad lists off.
"Well, I don't know how to help you help me tell you something that would help you if I don't know it" Stiles says sarcastically and I look at the back of the class, leaning my head on his arm to hide my smile from my father.
"Are you doing this on purpose?" The McCall man asks.
"I don't know anything, okay? Can I just go?" Stiles huffs and I turn back to my dad, removing my head from the Stilinski boy's arm.
"Where are your other friends?" My dad asks, looking at us both.
"You mean Scott?" Stiles scoffs.
"I mean Scott, I mean Isaac Lahey, Allison Argent, these twins, Ethan and Aiden" My dad drawls off, looking at his notepad "I've been told your whole little clique didn't show up at school today"
"I don't have a clique" Stiles argues.
"Stiles, come on" My father sighs "There's been a pretty disturbing amount of violent activity in this county in the last few months. Several murders tied to this school. I don't know what's going on here, but it's serious. And- Hey! Your dad is missing"
Stiles looks down at his lap and I squeeze his hand, shooting my father a sly glare.
"Fine"My dad huffs, standing up "But I don't want you going home alone. Neither of you. You have someone you can stay with tonight?"
"They're with me" I hear a voice say and I turn to see Deaton, making me perk up with a small smile.
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