Touch | Lydia Martin

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜɪʀᴛʏ ᴏɴᴇ

"I'm going to fucking kill you."

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Charlotte storms into the Hale House, her eyes glowing angrily as she looks through the house.

"Derek! Sperm Donor! I know you're fucking in here!" Charlotte calls out angrily, walking upstairs and towards Derek's room.

"Lottie." She hears her father's voice, making her immediately turn to him.

"Looks like someone's angry." Peter sighs.

"I'm going to fucking kill you." Charlotte glares at him harshly.

"I'm not really in the mood to die, I am in the mood, however, to talk to you." Peter smiles at his daughter.

"Oh, and, watch your language. You're fifteen, you shouldn't be speaking like that." Peter sighs, his calm voice making Charlotte's anger rise.

"Oh? So you wanna talk?" Charlotte asks, her voice now calm, yet her hands still shake violently out of anger.

"Then let's talk." Charlotte hums, flicking her wrist towards Peter, making the alpha get pushed into the wall and back into her old room, making Peter let out a small groan.

"Forgot you could do that." Peter huffs, letting out a cough when he inhales too much dust.

Charlotte leans against the wall, crossing her arms and waiting for Peter to walk out of her old room.

"You know, that's not a way you should treat your dad." Peter sighs as he walks out of the room, making Charlotte scoff.

"And what you did to me when I was little is not a way that you should treat your daughter." Charlotte shrugs.

"But look what it's turned you into. A strong, powerful young girl, who can obviously harm someone as strong as me." Peter sends her a smile, which Charlotte can tell is fake.

"Don't be a manipulative prick, right now. I'm not in the mood for that." Charlotte glares.

"You're obviously in the mood to do something." Peter points out.

"Yeah, I am. I'm in the mood for killing you. You're so lucky I took my meds today otherwise Derek wouldn't have an Uncle to come back too." Charlotte points her finger at him.

"Still suffering with your emotions? A harmless side effect." Peter shrugs.

Charlotte hums lowly, walking over to Peter so she can slap him through the burned floorboards.

But, before she could get anywhere near him, someone grabs her forearms from behind her, making her heart beat faster out of fear.

"Arlo-" The voice behind her speaks up warningly.

"Let go of me, Derek." Charlotte mutters.

"He'll kill you." Derek reminds her.

"I fucking doubt it." Charlotte mutters.

She glares harshly at Peter when she sees his amused face, making the urge to kill grow more.

"Go and see Stiles or Scott and calm down." Derek mutters.

"Is Stiles the one in the hospital. Awfully protective of him, aren't you?" Peter asks tauntingly.

"I'm gonna kill him." Charlotte mutters, her eyes glowing again.

"No, no, you're not-" Derek starts.

"He deserves it." Charlotte reminds.

"He does, he really does. But if you do kill him, what's Scott and Stiles gonna think? Huh? What about Lydia?" Derek asks, making Charlotte's hands stop shaking a little.