BLOOD MONEY , stiles stilinski

𝒕𝒘𝒐 , second chance at first line

second chance at first line

With her arms tightly wrapped around herself keeping in as much warmth as she could during this cold January morning Kinsey watched the lacrosse practice in front of her. Though her mind was in a much different place from on the bench, her head still felt the dull ache of a hangover that reminded her why she told herself she wouldn't drink again, yet she never listened. Even Allison's hangover remedies hadn't worked in the past two days that she'd had the hangover, mostly they just made her feel worse than she had originally.

Kinsey attempted to retrace her steps from Friday night. Piecing together the limited amount of memories in her head along with what Allison had told her the following morning when she had woken up groaning in the other brunette's bed, that being the first thing that alerted her of just how far she had gone that night. Even with everything Allison had told her Kinsey failed to remember most of that night's events, she didn't remember getting a ride home with a stranger whose name she could barely remember but she was confident it began with a D. Nor could she remember Stiles knocking on the door as though his life depended on it or even Scott rushing off ditching Allison in the process. Which he had since apologized for, yet his apology had lacked an explanation as to why he was in such a hurry to escape the party. Her last memory was sitting next to the toilet with her head buried into it while Allison held back her hair, it wasn't a pleasant memory but a memory at that.

As she thought about Scott her eyes darted towards him on the field still questioning why he wouldn't explain his abrupt departure to Allison. What could have been so important that he would need to race off when the brunette had thought the night was going well. It was almost as if she was receiving deja vu of her own memories- how everything had seemed so good with her mom the night before Kate broke the news that she was leaving her daughter behind. Kate had spent the entire night before she chose to leave her daughter with Chris sweetening up Kinsey so that she didn't hate her for the decision that she made. But that wasn't how it had worked, Kinsey had seen it as a change in their relationship, that things between them were finally at a good point for the first time in her life. It felt like she actually had a mother, not someone who liked to act more like a sister because they weren't ready for the responsibility of a child. Maybe that's why she found herself so annoyed at the fact Scott had done that to Allison because she knew exactly what it felt like to be abandoned without knowing where it had gone wrong. Only Scott had apologized, Kinsey knew that was something she'd never get from her so-called mother.

Coach loudly blew his whistle startling the brunette as she looked up practically in a sweat just over the mere thought of her mother. It was safe to say that in the four years since Kate had been gone Kinsey had struggled to cope, being left behind was never going to be easy for anyone, but for someone left behind by their own mother, it was bound to stir up some issues. As much as she loved living with Chris, Victoria, and Allison it acted as a constant reminder of what an actual family should look like. A mother, father, and daughter, living happily. Something that she was never going to get and that thought had never failed to riddle her with anxiety. "Let's go! One-on-ones from up top. Jackson, take a long stick today." He shouted through the air. As told Jackson grabbed one of the sticks that lay at Kinsey's feet while she tried to shake off those thoughts that plagued her mind. She hadn't even heard from Kate since the day of the move.