Destiny Of Stiles & Malia

Chapter 1

Malia's POV~

I'm sitting in the back of the police car, Sheriff Stilinski driving me back home, I look at the blurred window and begin to wonder of the new life i'm about to conquer. There is a blue jeep tagging behind us, the guy that gave me his shirt drives pre cautiously, we arrive home. Sheriff lets me out, the guy in the car behind us tries to get out but the sheriff tells him not to so they stay put and watch as I am returned home, my heart begins to pound as we walk up the stairs to the my old house. 

"Knock.... Knock.... Knock." the door flies open and my dad leans against the door frame, I take one glance at his soulless eyes and terrifying face then quickly look down at my feet, one tear slips from my eye as a walk into the house.

I look around, the place as changed drastically sense I was 9, I was gone for about 8 years... 

As soon as Sheriff Stilinski leaves the property with the jeep already out of sight, my father begins to question me.

"Where the hell were you?"  he asks me as he walks into the small room kitchen with moldy corners and dust build up. I don't know how to respond... i'm not sure he will quite believe that i was running rabid in the woods trapped inside a coyotes body.

"I asked you a question! Where the hell were you? Do you even realize how worried I was? No because you cant even answer one god damn question!" he basically screams at me while he opens a bottle of beer, he begins to chug the bottle.

"This isn't the warmth that i was expecting..." I mutter under my breath

"You, you young lady can tell me where the hell you were or else!" he shouts with a giant slur in his voice, I believe he's drunk.

"Or else what! You'll kick me out!! I've already been gone do you really want me gone again! Im taking that as a yes so you know what bye!" I yell back at him as a stomp out the front door of the old creaky house.

"YOU GET BACK HERE!" he screams as the door slams shut.

I walk around the house to find the cellar door, I quickly open the doors and jump into the freakishly cold area. I lock the wooden doors so they won't open and settle into the new environment, I turn on the dangling light and curl up into a ball in the corner of the cellar. I suddenly realize i'm basically shivering up to pieces, I guess you would expect that if all your wearing is a plaid shirt and jeans that aren't even yours. Ugh this sucks, i'm sitting here crying like an idiot and I trapped myself in a cellar to in which I can't escape. 

I whisper to myself under my icy breath "Someone please help me..." then everything faded away.