Lone Ranger (Teen Wolf)

1- Roommate

"Go to your room!"

I fall down in the hallway, tripping over my own feet from my father's booming voice. A whimper escapes from my lips as I scramble backwards in the direction of my room, while he continues to angrily stomp towards me. Tears shed from my eyes, dampening my eyelashes.

Dad waves his fists around in the air. "Can't you do anything right? I asked you to do the dishes and you couldn't do that?"

I spin around on the floor to push myself up to my feet. "It was s-storming!" I hiccup between my tears. "I didn't want to get electrocuted."

The storm was getting worse as the night dragged on. Our power has gone off twice already, only to return back on a few seconds later. I knew the lightning strikes were getting closer to our two bedroom house. It was only a matter of time before I our house was struck by lightning. I was counting down the exact minutes.

"As if anyone would care if you did!" Dad shoves me backwards into my bedroom.

I trip over a random toy, falling back on the ground. I crawl over to my closet, slamming the door in my father's face. I hold on the door to keep him from swinging it back up.

His meaty hands grab on the handle of the closet, in attempt to swing it open and getting to me. "You'd be doing all of us a favor." Dad punches the closet door officially giving up. "Damn it!"

My hands fall from the doors and move to my face. Dad always gets like this. If I had known he would react this badly to me not doing the dishes, I would have pretended to do dishes instead. All I had seen was the lightning hitting the house. I didn't see any further than that.

A knock comes the front of the house, which makes dad swear under his breath. I cover my mouth with my hands to hide my sobs. Dad rushes out of my room to go answer the door. I crawl out of the closet, listening to the conversation going on down the hall.

"Ah, Stilinski." My dad easily changes his mood to a cheerful one. He's good at that kind of thing. Dad could always convince anyone to believe that he was one of the good guys. He even managed to convince our neighbor, Deputy Stilinski, that he was this perfect dad, who would do anything for his little girl.

"Uh, hey. Is everything alright over here? We heard some yelling." Deputy Stilinski awkwardly states from the front porch.

Dad chuckles. "No, everything's fine."

I sneak down the hallway, wiping away my tears, knowing dad will be very angry if I seem upset in anyway. As a seven year old, I shouldn't have to do anything besides be a kid, but not in this household. Not every child gets a happy, loving home with parents that love them very much. No, life isn't that fair.

"Corie was showing me this new movie coming out that she wanted to go see. I was just matching her excitment." Dad chuckles.

I rest my head on the wall, feigning a happy smile. "Hi, Mr. Stilinski."

Dad whirls around, eyes wide. I see him visibly relax when Deputy Stilinski smiles at me.

"Hey there, Corie." Deputy Stilinski smiles down at me. "You know, if you ever get bored, you can come over and play with Stiles."

I shift on my feet. I desperately want to say yes, but I know Dad will only get angrier if I do. "That's okay. I like playing on my own."

"Alright, well, I better get going. Have a nice night." Deputy Stilinski glances over his shoulder at the dark, storm clouds above our houses. "It's about to get really bad."