Endless Collisions ⚜ McCall

{EC} 27. Candles and Beserkers

authors note:
it's not essential, but it would be really cool if you re-read chapter 5 of EC, The Amnesiac, before reading this.

"are we out of the woods yet?"

-t. s.

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"Stop!" I heard Scott's voice try to halt me, leaving me to roll my eyes. "Carson, wait!"

"Leave me alone, Scott." I called out shakily as I continued the trek to my car. "You're not my boyfriend and you're definitely not my parole officer." I growled, unlocking the door. As I went to open it, I felt a heavy force on it that closed it back.

I huffed out heavily, pulling the door open just for Scott to push it close again. I slammed my hand on the car's roof out of frustration as I walked away from the vehicle and from Scott- who was being a huge pain.

"What's your game plan, huh? You're just going to try and fight your way out of this?" Scott questioned as I held my head in my hands.

"Stop it, Scott. You don't know what you're talking about!" I exclaimed, pointing a demanding finger his way.

"Then tell me!" Scott exclaimed, nearing me again. "Carson you were crying before I got there! And thank God I actually came. I didn't even know about you finding out about your father."

"Sco-"

"I-I mean, don't you think that's something you'd tell me? With our history?" Scott questioned, pain evident in his voice.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Was I supposed to just ring you up and explain that moments after finding out that my father wants to kill me, I predicted my brother's death?" I spat, my eyes welling up with tears yet again.

Scott's breathing slowed, his head tilting. At this moment, Scott's demeanor had shifted, no longer trying to pry the information out of me. Without anymore words being spoken, he advanced towards me and wrapped his arms around me tightly.

A whimper left my mouth as I began sobbing in his arms, the weight of my situation finally dwelling onto me.

I'm just a teenager. How is there so much on my plate simply because of my nature?

"I'm.. I'm so sorry." Scott said softly. "I just.."

"Stop." I halted his words that were barely making it out. "It's fine. Really."

"Come on." Scott prompted, bringing his arms down to pull me towards his car. "We're going to figure this out together."

I looked up at him with confusion in my eyes, wondering why he was so adamant about us working together on this.

"I don't want to trouble you with this. Things might get ugly." I admitted, being fully aware of the nature of my temper. I didn't want to face it, but- I have a short fuse. Especially when it comes to my family or the people that I care about. Hell, the death of one of my closest friends triggered me to shift into a werewolf. A side of me that laid dormant for years.

Seeming as if Scott didn't mind my words, he opened the car door and sent a smirk over to me.

"Where do we start?"

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"The Hale house?" Scott questioned in bewilderment as I shoved my hands into my pocket.

"More like what's left of it." I blandly responded as I walked around the rubble and remains of my family's house. I felt numb seeing my haven down to just pieces of destruction. It's where I came to control myself during full moons or to simply conjure memories of what went on here.